I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

"Within ten minutes of taking it, your self-healing ability will be greatly enhanced."

He looked up at Evan.

"A truly life-saving drug."

"Ivan asked curiously."

"What about the side effects?"

Armitage said.

"Severe anemia for the next seven days."

He put the bottle back on the table.

"This is the one with the mildest side effects out of these four potions; it's a magic potion with only temporary side effects."

After listening, Ivan clicked his tongue inwardly.

The greater the side effects, the greater the attribute boost after the reversal.

If the side effects are temporary, then the improvement is also temporary.

This bottle... is actually the one that loses the most money.

Armitage then reached out his right hand and picked up the last bottle of black potion on the table.

The bottle was a size larger than the other three, and its body had a deep, almost inky color.

The bottle stopper was wrapped with a red wax seal, and a thicker parchment label was affixed to the bottle, on which the word "Lion" was neatly written in cursive script.

The old man's expression became noticeably more serious.

"Lion Potion".

He paused for a moment.

"Intermediate potion."

Upon hearing the word "intermediate," Evan instinctively sat up straight.

"Lion Potion".

He silently repeated it to himself.

"This name sounds impressive."

Armitage pinched the neck of the bottle with his thumb and forefinger and slowly turned it around in the sunlight.

"Within ten minutes of taking it, it greatly enhances your physical strength and flexibility."

"Conservatively speaking, your overall physical fitness will improve by one to one and a half times."

Ivan's eyes lit up.

"The side effects are quite severe."

Armitage's tone turned somber again.

"Permanent muscle atrophy. Slightly reduced willpower, and increased sensitivity to pain."

After hearing this, Ivan said with a happy expression.

"Okay."

"These are all good medicines."

Armitage stared at his expression for three seconds.

The old man stretched out his right hand and pressed the entire medicine packet onto the table, solemnly reminding everyone once again.

"remember."

"This is a potion formula I specially prepared for you based on the information Richard gave me."

"Of these four bottles, three are truly life-saving drugs."

He tapped the table with his finger.

"Never use it casually!"

"Potions aren't candy or soda!"

"Now that you've become a witcher, you should know that in this line of work, taking random drugs won't get you long to live."

Evan could sense the genuine concern in the old man's eyes.

He suppressed his smile and nodded seriously.

"Thank you for reminding me, Doctor."

"Of course I know."

He paused for a moment, then grinned.

"I'm just... more optimistic and cheerful."

Armitage was so angry about this attitude that he had no choice but to give up.

He sighed, leaned back in the old oak chair, and rubbed his temples.

"It's good to be optimistic in this line of work."

He muttered to himself.

"Being optimistic makes it less likely to go crazy..."

Chapter 70: Fighting Techniques Overwhelmed by Stats

The next few hours.

In his second-floor office facing the central green space, Dr. Armitage gave Ivan a detailed explanation of the entire process of breaking curses, making amulets, consecrating talismans, and the most basic "divination rituals."

How to utilize lunar phases to enhance the energy conduction of copper materials.

Use alternative materials as an emergency on days with unfavorable lunar phases.

How to temporarily construct a simple ritual circle that allows you to glimpse the outline of something using an ordinary hemp rope, a piece of sealing wax, and a few bay leaves.

How to perform a small-scale exorcism with minimal materials without revealing your identity?

With his permanently enhanced memory, Evan meticulously copied these contents into the depths of his brain, as if using a pen to write them stroke by stroke.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The wooden door to the meditation room on the third floor creaked open.

Hill got down.

The overwhelming aura of a corporate slave that used to overwhelm her had largely disappeared, and her complexion had brightened again.

The lingering weariness in her eyes was wiped away by meditation, and she returned to the spirited witch hunter she had been when Evan first met her.

"Come here, you brat."

She beckoned to Evan with her finger.

"Let your senior sister give you a good beating."

Before Evan could react, she half-dragged and half-pushed him to the small-to-medium-sized combat training room in the museum's basement.

It was a basement.

Several slogans framed in wood hung on the walls, and the floor was covered with thick, dark leather mats.

Two advanced electric lights hung from the roof, illuminating the entire training room very brightly.

Two training sandbags, made of hemp rope and coarse cloth, stood in one corner. They were rough in appearance but extremely dense.

Both of them changed into loose sweatshirts and cotton trousers.

Hill stood on the other side of the training mat, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised.

"Come on. Hit me."

Her eyes were filled with the confidence of "I've been there, I'll teach you how to be a person."

Ivan blinked.

"Senior sister."

There was a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Are you sure? I'm quite strong right now.

Hill snorted.

"Come here. I..."

call.

A sharp gust of wind from her left front suddenly struck.

Hill's expression changed drastically in that instant.

Relying on her superhuman reflexes as a witcher, she almost instinctively leaned her upper body backward.

Ivan's punch swept across her nose, creating a gust of wind strong enough to lift the golden bangs on her forehead.

Hill's pupils contracted vertically in that instant.

next second.

Using her backward leaning posture, she suddenly exerted force in the opposite direction, her whole body rolling twice like a spring, and with incredible agility, she circled around from the other end of the training mat behind Evan.

"Stinky boy!"

Her voice carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

"Look at the fist!"

Ivan's dynamic vision is now quite powerful.

Before he could fully turn around, he had already caught the trajectory of Hill's punch out of the corner of his eye.

He saw that the other person threw a left punch, aiming for his right ribs.