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

Chapter 108 The Meaning and Powerful Characteristics of the Black Sun

After listening, Ivan nodded and said, "Then, Brother Gray, I can confirm that the mutated potion won't cause any more trouble in this area. Does that mean we've completed our mission?"

Gray, with the perpetually unlit cigar dangling from his lips, said with a smile.

"It's considered complete, but before that, we still need to wait for someone from above to confirm and review it. As for the process, you know how it is."

As he spoke, he took something out of the inner pocket of his trench coat.

A bird made by folding a one-dollar bill.

The creases are precise, and the curves of the wings, the forks of the tail feathers, and even the sharp corners of the beak are all lifelike.

Gray held the paper bird in his palm, brought it close to his mouth, and whispered a few words.

Then the paper bird caught fire.

The flames lasted for less than two seconds before the paper bird, along with the information it carried, turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

"This is money." Evan looked at the small clump of ashes drifting in the wind, his face filled with heartache.

Gray waved his hand with a smile: "Anyway, the government will reimburse it. This is a means of information transmission provided by the capitalists. It's a one-time thing, but it's convenient."

Ivan sighed silently to himself.

"I estimate that a hundred years from now, this kind of superpower will be one of the most popular online abilities. A message for a dollar? That would make mobile phone users laugh to death."

The two then waited around the abandoned factory for nearly forty minutes.

During this time, Gray led Evan on a second tour of the entire factory to make sure no traces of the supernatural were missed.

The two chatted casually as they walked, from the price of potions to the recent price increases in Bolton City, and then from prices to which tavern in the docks had the most affordable whiskey.

When they saw a black four-wheeled carriage slowly approaching on the gravel road, the two hurriedly ran over to greet it.

The car door opened, and two people got out.

The uniform was impeccably tailored, with a dark blue wool coat and gleaming brass buttons, several levels higher than those on Gray's brown trench coat.

He's clearly not the one doing the work, but rather the one inspecting the workers.

The man on the left is tall, nearly six feet, with neatly combed golden hair and a military bearing as he walks.

The man on the right is half a head shorter, has black hair, and wears round-framed sunglasses.

He was holding a black cane in his right hand and appeared to be blind.

Both of them smelled of a high-end men's cologne.

That smell contrasted sharply with the sewer smell on Evan and the brains smell on Gray's trench coat.

The two sides are not on the same level.

Gray immediately ran over with a flattering smile.

His demeanor instantly shifted from that of a seasoned veteran who knew everything to that of a humble, low-level clerk.

"Inspector Black! Inspector Langdon! Thank you both for making this trip!"

The tall young man on the left gave a curt "hmm" without even glancing in their direction.

Then I saw a light suddenly appear on the back of his head.

A golden halo appeared out of thin air behind his head, like the halo above the head of a saint in a medieval religious painting.

The halo rotated slowly, its surface covered with intricate runes.

Meanwhile, his eyes, burning with fire, kept scanning the abandoned factory.

On the other side, the black-haired youth took off his sunglasses.

Behind the sunglasses were a pair of greyish-white eyes: the Prophet.

Two pairs of extraordinary probes of different forms simultaneously examined the abandoned factory for about 5 seconds.

Then, almost simultaneously, the two retracted their superhuman forms and nodded in satisfaction.

The tall, blond young man turned around and looked at Evan first.

His shirt was covered in rust and dust, his hair was studded with cobwebs and debris, and there were several black marks on his face.

In an instant, undisguised disgust surfaced in those black eyes.

He took a step back with a look of disgust and ordered unhappily, "From now on, have your people dress neatly before coming to see me."

Gray heard this and said with a forced smile.

"Blanc, please forgive me! That thing was hidden in the sewers, and Mr. Arkham risked his life to go in and hunt it down."

Black sneered and demanded, "Did you catch it?"

"We've caught them!"

Gray was not the one who answered that question.

It's Ivan!

Then something flew toward Black.

It's so fast that it takes a while to react.

Black instinctively reached out and caught it.

The moment my fingers closed, a damp, cold sensation with a putrid smell came from my palm.

He looked down and saw a dead bat!

Its wings drooped, its fur was covered with sewer grime and dried blood, and a few sharp teeth were showing from its rat-like mouth.

Such a blasphemous thing is now held in the palm of my own pristine white gloves!?

"Dirty stuff!!"

Black flung the bat away as if it had been burned, letting out a piercing scream like that of a rich young lady.

You could see the veins bulging on his forehead, and his face, which had just been barely able to maintain its composure, was instantly overwhelmed by anger.

"Who?! Are you looking to die?!"

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The moment Gray saw this scene, he felt like his soul was about to fly away.

He knew Black's temperament all too well.

One of the Knight's flaws: extreme obsession and stubbornness in a certain aspect.

A steadfast commitment to justice, a fervent faith, and unwavering self-confidence —

Black's obsession stemmed from his arrogance and self-centeredness.

The two of them turned to look at Evan at the same time.

A bright, sunny smile graced his dusty face.

In those dark eyes, there was a purity and clarity that made it impossible to be angry.

He seems like a big boy who genuinely wants to help but doesn't quite understand social etiquette.

"Officer, the item was taken by the bat's owner. Use this bat to track them down; you're sure to find them!"

His tone was so sincere that there was no trace of falsehood in it.

Black stared at Evan's bright smile, his eyes twitching involuntarily.

He knew this guy; the department had a file on him.

The rookie Witcher, who had only been in the profession for less than a month, spent his days in a dilapidated apartment on Guding Street researching how to drink potions. He made no attempt to conceal himself, and his extraordinary aura permeated the entire street.

The freak who ate the potion in Newharfen, chewed it up along with the glass bottle, and swallowed it, still alive.

Dr. Armitage's handpicked future legend investigator.

Black gritted his teeth and whispered, "Have you gone mad from drinking that potion?"

Ivan touched his chin with his dusty hand, tilted his head and thought for a moment before speaking.

"I'm not stupid, am I? I just feel great every day and very happy."

Black's eyelid twitched again.

If it were anyone else, he would have already slapped them across the face.

But this one, he dared not touch, or rather, was unwilling to touch.

Not to mention that this guy possesses a special secret that even Armitage values.

That "strong drug resistance" alone makes him a unique and scarce resource within the entire Bolton City's extraordinary law enforcement system.

Those dirty, tiring, and poisonous jobs involving potions—jobs that would send a normal person to the hospital for half a month if they even touched them—will all be left to this idiot to handle from now on.

If we kill him, the work will fall on our own people.

Black swallowed the profanity that was about to come out and turned his head away, no longer speaking.

At this moment, the black-haired youth who had been silent all along walked forward with a smile.

He took a steady step forward and spoke in a calm voice.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Arkham."

He reached out his hand; though his eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses, his hand moved precisely toward Ivan.

"My name is Blake Langdon, the Prophet's Apprentice."

"Thank you for your help today."

His smile was composed, and his voice was gentle, a stark contrast to Black beside him.

Ivan took his hand and said with a smile.

"You're welcome. Feel free to come to me with any questions about potions in the future."

He paused, then added, "Of course, there's a charge."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Gray, his tone carrying a utilitarian urging.

"When will the money arrive? And while you're at it, reimburse me for the laundry expenses!"

Gray was stunned for half a second before he immediately realized what was happening.

This kid is cutting ties with himself.

That move of throwing the dead bat at the inspector's face just now, on the surface, was a stupid mistake by an ignorant rookie, but in reality, it was to vent his frustration at being bossed around.

Now, this question about when the money will arrive is a way of telling everyone present: my relationship with Gray is an employment relationship; I'm paid to do things, and we don't have any personal connection.

"Three days!" Gray immediately chimed in, his expression switching to a businesslike tone.

"I need to go back and write an application and go through the process!"

He then quickly steered the conversation back on track, turning his attention to the two inspectors.

"Blake's inspection team, Langdon's inspection team, is the acceptance process compliant?"

Blacks snorted and turned his face away.

"No problems have been found so far."

Langdon, on the other hand, was much gentler; he patted Gray on the shoulder.

"Well done, go and rest. Leave the rest to us."

After Gray finished reporting that he had been attacked, the two sides parted ways.

Gray led Evan into the same four-wheeled carriage they had come in. The driver cracked his whip, and the horse's hooves clattered on the gravel road as it headed toward the city.

Inside the carriage, neither of them spoke at first.

The carriage swayed gently with the bumps of the road, and the scenery outside the window gradually changed from the desolate suburbs to the streets with people.

During this quiet time, Ivan turned his attention back to the panel.

I haven't had time to look at that new feature I just acquired yet.

[Wings of the Black Sun: One-fifth of the Black Sun ability.]

The sun represents light, hope, beginnings, release, outpouring, and the highest heavens.

The black sun, in opposition to this, symbolizes darkness, despair, end, engulfment, burden, and the abyss.

The Wings of the Black Sun do not represent flight, but rather the ability to bear burdens. Cultivating this ability will allow you to grow wings strong enough to carry anything and gain endurance far exceeding your limits.

[Endurance: A human strength. You can withstand forces, energies, and injuries that you wouldn't normally be able to handle. The higher your endurance, the more resilient you are.]

[Each 1% increase in progress grants 1% more physical flexibility and 1% more endurance.]

[When progress reaches 30%, the basic trait effect is activated: wings large enough to support the body grow, unlocking flight ability and additional resilience.]

[When progress reaches 70%: Blackwing evolves, each wing can withstand a significant burden for you, and can even self-annihilate to take a fatal attack for you.]

[When progress reaches 100%: Gain full flight ability and maximum endurance. You are extremely difficult to kill.]

When Evan finished reading the last line, he almost burst out laughing.

His lips were curving upwards, and it took considerable willpower to suppress the smile.

"Whether we win or lose today, I've already profited."

"Not only is the ability itself useful, but the panel also provides so much crucial extraordinary information."

He quickly processed this information in his mind.

"So that's what a black sun means—an existence completely opposite to the sun. The sun represents release and outpouring, while the black sun represents absorption and burden. Symbolically speaking, isn't that just a black hole?"

"One radiates energy, the other eats like there's no tomorrow."

"Furthermore, the Black Sun corresponds to the Sun, which is one of the five great symbols of the extraordinary. So, does the Black Sun also have a corresponding symbol system?"

This idea immediately sparked his interest.

"The new specialty, resilience, simply put, is a disguised improvement in my survival ability, and it allows me to withstand not only damage, but also strength and energy."

He touched his stomach.

"Now you'll have a real big appetite! Eat as much as you want, no need to worry about not having enough energy."

"Moreover, the higher the tolerance, the more I can stuff into my body, and the greater the load I can withstand."

"And the most crucial part is the wings!"

He took a deep breath.

"It can fly! 30% is enough to make it fly!"

This message is more impactful than all of the previous ones combined.

flight.

True flight in the physical sense!

This is a power that countless ordinary people dream of.

"Great trait." Evan thought to himself, very satisfied with this new trait.

"While it didn't directly increase my combat power, it greatly enhanced my survivability and ability to stay alive."

"Living is the key; once you're dead, you have nothing left."

Just then, a large hand patted his shoulder.

Ivan snapped out of his daze and looked up.

Gray was covering his mouth, his face full of barely suppressed laughter, his shoulders shaking with each shrug, and wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes from laughing.

"Brother!"

He finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, slapping Ivan on the back again, making the dust on his clothes fly up.

"Well done! That was so fucking satisfying!!"

"Did you see Black's face? That expression! She screamed like a terrified rich girl!"

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"Hahaha! I'll never forget this for the rest of my life!"

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