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

Hill looked at Evan's face, which was particularly bright in the orange light under the streetlamp, and a long-lost warmth suddenly welled up in his heart.

She reached out and ruffled Ivan's hair roughly.

Mind your own business.

Her voice carried a hint of the softness that belonged to her senior.

"Stinky boy."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the clattering tram on the street corner.

The tram slowly pulled away from the platform, and Hill's silhouette flashed past Ivan's eyes through the window before disappearing around the corner of the street.

Evan exclaimed happily, "Senior Sister is the best!"

"You should learn more foreign languages ​​from your senior!"

"Miss Hearst? Bullshit!"

"This little girl is nowhere near as alluring as a mature, sophisticated woman!"

Chapter 71: A Physique of 6.1! A Sense of Security in Copper Transformation

After seeing Hill off, Evan straightened his suit jacket and walked along the street toward the New Haven Hotel.

"Judging from Hill's reaction, my physique is much stronger than that of a normal Witcher apprentice, but it should still be inferior to that of Senior Brother Richard."

Thinking to myself, I glanced at the scenery around me.

The atmosphere of New Haven streets at night is completely different from that of Bolton.

There are significantly fewer low-level workers here.

Among the crowds walking on the street, there were mostly technicians and factory engineering assistants dressed relatively well, wearing top hats and gold-rimmed glasses.

And then there are the bank clerks who carry small briefcases and rush into coffee shops right after get off work, without even having time to go home.

Their clothing did not bear the marks of coal dust and oil stains typical of Guding Street; rather, it exuded a dignified air that belonged to the marginal middle class, bestowed upon them by the electrical revolution.

Ivan, hidden in the shadows, activated his Demon Hunter Vision and silently scanned several passersby.

No extraordinary aura was detected.

At present, New Haven's industrial level is at least half a step more advanced than Bolton City's.

There are a large number of arms manufacturers here.

Countless workshops worked day and night to produce rifles, revolvers, and bullet primers for the United States Army.

This city is known as the United States Arsenal.

The area also boasts a highly developed watchmaking industry, resulting in a large number of skilled workers and apprentices proficient in precision machining throughout the city.

Most importantly, it is the birthplace of the world's first commercial telephone exchange.

In New Haven, it is quite common for upper-middle-class families to have home telephones.

A large number of jobs such as telephone operators, technicians, and telephone exchange clerks were created, giving rise to a relatively respectable clerical class.

As Evan walked, he silently made plans in his mind.

"No wonder University of Michigan chose to build its office here."

He gazed at the New Haven Hotel that was gradually approaching.

"Compared to Bolton, a dock city controlled by the old aristocracy and gangsters..."

"It's definitely much more convenient here."

"Since this place is so developed, there must be plenty of opportunities for drug trials, right?"

Evan's eyes lit up: "Come over and hang out sometime when you have time."

He thought to himself that he had made it back to the hotel without incident.

Evan, however, was completely immune to the extravagance of this "most luxurious hotel in New Haven".

After all, the so-called "luxury" of this era, no matter how much it's fussed over, can't compare to the chain five-star hotels in his original world in the 21st century that were always adorned with gold and jade.

As he entered the lobby, he even expressed his disdain for the enormous crystal chandelier.

This light bulb actually has a tungsten filament, a yellowish color, and its brightness is only slightly stronger than that of a gas lamp.

He took out the bronze identity plaque engraved with the Hearst family crest from the inside pocket of his suit.

The moment the waiter at the door, wearing white gloves, saw the sign, he immediately flashed a professional, flawless smile.

"Please follow me, sir."

The waiter led him through the lobby, which was covered with a deep red carpet, and onto the elevator, which required a human operator and had brass railings.

Fifth floor.

Karp was already standing outside a door at the end of the corridor, having just completed the security arrangements for the evening.

Seeing that Ivan had returned on time, he glanced at his pocket watch and nodded in satisfaction.

"You'll be on watch for the second half of the night tonight."

His tone shifted to that of task assignment.

"The main working hours tomorrow will be around noon. In the morning, Miss will visit the families of several local British aristocrats."

"The game starts at one o'clock. You must be ready before twelve o'clock."

"Your main task is to maintain safety and order in and out of the spectator area. Don't let those guys get close to the ladies."

"You are free to do as you please after 4:30."

"Be back for night shift before 7:30 p.m."

Ivan nodded.

"clear."

He was then led to the room where he would be staying that night.

The security guard's room is a double room.

Two narrow beds were placed side by side against the wall, separated by a small walnut wood cabinet.

Ivan checked to make sure no one else was in the room as he entered.

His partner should be on duty outside the other woman's room at this moment.

He immediately picked up his small briefcase and locked himself in the attached bathroom.

Lock the door.

Confirm that there is no one under the door crack.

Ivan stood in front of the oval mirror embedded above the marble washbasin and took a deep breath.

He pressed "OK to activate" heavily on the panel.

Immediately, a harsh, metallic taste, almost like copper rust, filled his mouth.

The taste wasn't something you could smell from the outside; it seeped out from deep within his tongue and gums.

at the same time.

A burst of intense energy exploded from his chest.

Numerous complex, yellow-red veins burst forth from his heart, like a rapidly growing metal root beneath his skin, spreading in all directions along the trajectory of each blood vessel.

Beneath every inch of skin, these yellow-red veins are being re-laid out at a visible speed.

Ivan abruptly closed his eyes.

A strange, indescribable sound rang in his ears.

The source of those sounds was not inside this bathroom at all.

Some of the voices were incredibly deep.

It was like an echo coming from the depths of an underground tomb that had been sealed for centuries.

Some of the sounds were incredibly distant and resonant.

It was like a broken murmur drifting slowly from a distant place, belonging to some kind of abyss.

"Ha Si! Has! Has Si..."

Whether it was a roar or the sound of Hakimi breathing, it kept exploding from the inside of his eardrums.

The eerie cries severely impacted his mental state.

The constant dizziness made him feel like the world was spinning.

Ivan clenched his teeth tightly.

Fortunately, his mental strength is a 3.5, which is enough to show his resilience and strength.

The whole process lasted about ten minutes.

When the eerie sounds finally subsided, Evan suddenly opened his eyes.

I don't see any change in my appearance when I look in the mirror.

However, the texture of his entire body is completely different now.

Ivan raised his hand, slowly clenching and then releasing it.

With each clench of his fist, he could hear a new, slight friction sound from inside his joints, a sound that felt like brass.

His physical attributes were enhanced once again.

It rose from 5.436 to 6.186.

Ivan stretched his shoulders.

The entire body was filled from the inside out by an explosive force.

Physical endurance is like an inexhaustible well; each breath replenishes it more thoroughly than the last.

Their eyesight is so sharp that they can count the edges of every single water droplet on the mirror.