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

Chapter 111 Morales Transformed by a Ghoul (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote)

Walking down the street, Ivan asked curiously, his hands in his pockets.

"Senior sister, that place is so cramped, why are you still working here?"

Hill said mysteriously, "I have an important opportunity that will be realized soon."

"I'm quitting this week at the earliest!"

As she said this, she put her hands on her hips, her tone full of anticipation.

"Heh heh, maybe by then your older sister will be an expert."

Ivan immediately gave a thumbs up: "Great, expert! Now I can finally suck up to you."

Hill chuckled and nudged him with her elbow: "Then you'd better be a little sweeter with your words!"

After a brief chat, Evan stopped smiling and explained Richard's situation.

Hill nodded: "Yes, David has already told me that he is safe now after you healed your senior brother's injuries."

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Evan continued, "I killed the factory owner who injured my senior brother."

Hill hummed in agreement, his tone casual: "Then let's slaughter them—"

"ah?

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She turned her head sharply, her large blue eyes wide with shock.

"That Connor Elton who went missing in today's midday paper?"

Evan nodded and recounted the events of the previous night from beginning to end.

It is naturally a filtered version, but the core information is not concealed.

After hearing this, Hill stopped by the roadside and gently cupped Evan's cheek with her long, slender, white hand.

Her palms were slightly cool, and her fingertips had calluses, marks left from years of gripping the sword hilt.

"My dear junior brother!"

Hill's tone carried a complex emotion.

"You seem a bit unfamiliar to me. How did you suddenly become so amazing?"

Ivan enjoyed the sensation and patted his chest as he spoke.

"Those potions weren't consumed for nothing!"

Hill released his grip after hearing this and let out a long sigh.

A glint of tears welled up in those blue eyes, but they were quickly swallowed back.

"This special ability can be transmitted to you—"

"The teacher can rest in peace after death."

Evan then recounted how she had been commissioned by McCrae, including what her parents had said at the detective agency that day.

Hill was silent for a few seconds before sighing, "It must have been tough on them."

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"Thank you for telling me such a crucial thing."

Ivan smiled and said, "Of course."

The two did not dwell on the matter further; some things were said enough, and the rest was Hill's own business.

During their conversation, the two hopped on a tram heading to the East End.

Afterwards, Evan accompanied Hill back to the apartment she was currently renting.

It was a five-story red brick apartment building located in a relatively respectable residential area in the east of the city.

The lobby has marble floors, solid wood doors that are well-insulated, lights in the hallways on every floor, gas pipes to every household, and each home has its own bathroom and fireplace.

Compared to this place, the dilapidated house on Guding Street where Evan lives is no different from a doghouse.

Evan and the others waited in the hallway, without going into Hill's room.

Hill didn't let her in. She blushed and only opened the door a crack. As she squeezed in, she muttered that the house was too messy and it affected her image as a senior student. Then she slammed the door shut.

While changing clothes inside, she said that she would invite Evan over next weekend and cook for him herself.

Ivan leaned against the wall in the corridor and waited for fifteen minutes.

When the door opened again, the person who came out was no longer the tired librarian in a dark brown autumn outfit.

Hill changed into a close-fitting dark action suit, with several leather reinforcement plates sewn on the shoulders and chest, and a wide leather belt around his waist with several small leather pockets hanging from it.

He wore a short hooded cloak over his clothes, the edge of which was trimmed with dark fur, which kept him warm and covered his face.

She transformed from a sophisticated urban woman into an assassin who sees all things as false and is open to all.

She was also carrying two cloth bags, one large containing two swords and the other small containing several masks.

By the time the two walked out of the apartment building, it was completely dark.

In Bolton at the end of November, the sun sets at 5:30 pm, leaving only dim yellow halos cast by the electric streetlights on the streets.

Hill took two masks out of his small bag.

"Which one should I wear?"

When Evan looked over, he saw a piece of clothing covering his eyes, revealing only the lower half of his face.

The other piece covers the mouth and nose, leaving only the eyes exposed.

He picked up the black blindfold and put it on his face.

Then he stretched his body, lowered his voice, and spoke in a strange tone.

"I'm Batman."

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Hill covered her mouth and laughed, saying playfully, "You mischievous little devil!"

She fastened the mask that covered the lower half of her face and pulled up the hood.

The only thing visible was a pair of golden vertical pupils, which gleamed faintly with a cold light in the darkness.

"Today's employer is a doctor with some fame. His son was too curious and got targeted by a ghoul."

She briefly explained the situation as she walked.

"I've been feeling uneasy these past few days, having nightmares. Today, our goal is to lure that ghoul out and kill it."

Ivan licked his lips: "A ghoul! An old acquaintance—strange."

The two moved quickly along the dark alley, their footsteps so light they were almost silent, their figures flashing through the shadows between the streetlights.

Suddenly, a tall figure leaped out of the darkness ahead.

The man was wearing a dirty coat, his face was covered with a tattered cloth, and he was clutching a rusty old-fashioned pistol.

"Hand over the money! Or take off that suit! Otherwise—"

He didn't finish his sentence—

Hill extended a finger forward, and the robber's body suddenly froze.

He seemed to have been hypnotized; he was still holding the gun, his mouth was open, but the light in his eyes had become strange.

Two seconds later, he threw away his gun, turned around, hugged the cast iron lamppost next to him, and then began to do some things that left Evan speechless.

"Oh, Mary! I love you! I love you!"

His face was pressed against the cold iron bar, his expression one of ecstasy as if he were embracing the most beautiful woman in the world.

"You've lost weight—you've grown taller—you smell so good today—"

"Huh~~"

Hill grabbed Evan's sleeve and quickly left.

As Evan was being dragged along, he couldn't help but turn back for a few more glances.

At that moment, the robber was making some rather provocative movements towards the lamppost.

This made Ivan quite curious, so he asked.

"Is this one of your characteristics, Senior Sister?"

Hill explained as he walked.

"This is the one that controlled that bloodthirsty creature to kill the thugs before."

"However, I have only mastered the second stage so far, which is to immerse the other person in their deepest instinctive desires."

"I can't control the specifics myself. After I controlled that Bloodthirsty Species last time, I used the Fragrance of Thirsty Blood to lure it to the factory."

After listening, Ivan laughed and said, "This feature is quite fun, but the visuals are a bit cringe-worthy."

As they chatted, their bodies began to move rapidly through the shadows of the city.

As he ran, Evan told him about wanting the potion recipe and his plan to forge his own cauldron.

After landing silently, Hill spoke casually.

"No problem. David is currently in charge of the formula. He is the logistics manager for our faction. He is in charge of potions, equipment, and props."

"As for the crucible, you need to prepare the materials in advance and ask him to help with the casting."

She paused for a moment, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"David is also a bit short on cash."

After listening, Ivan sighed and said, "I get it~ Birds of a feather flock together! They're all poor bastards."

As they talked, the two had already sped up to the back bend area.

This is where Bolton's newly emerging middle class gathers.

The road was three times wider than Guding Street, with neatly trimmed elm trees planted on both sides, and the electric streetlights were much brighter than the gas lamps.

The streets are lined with detached or semi-detached villas.

Red brick exterior walls, white wooden porch, manicured front lawn, and withered ivy entwined around the cast iron fence.

Hill led Evan to one of the detached villas.

On the red brick wall at the entrance, there is a brass plaque: Morales.

Ivan was taken aback when he saw the name: "What a coincidence?"

He remembered the surname.

Morales, a classmate in the Chemistry Department at Sage University.

My father is a doctor with some reputation. He comes from a middle-class family, but he is a practical person and a diligent student.

They both did well in the recitation class. Although they didn't exchange many words, they were still good study partners.

Morales didn't look down on him; he would occasionally lend him his notes during breaks or borrow notes from him.

The only thing that struck Ivan as odd was that the guy would occasionally stare at him.

It's not about looks, it's about ass.

And every time he finished watching, a look of "I see" would flash in his eyes.

This left Evan completely baffled.

This is also why he didn't actively cultivate a deeper relationship with Morales.

He always felt that this guy might have some issues with his sexual orientation, and he was afraid that one day the guy would suddenly come up and confess that he liked him.

Holy crap! This is so cringeworthy!

Ivan's uncontrollable, divergent thoughts had already automatically filled in that scene in his mind, so he quickly shook his head to shake the image off.

"Let's look at the more attractive senior sister instead."

Then he turned his head and saw only a mask and a hood.

What a disappointment!

At that moment, the front door of the villa opened.

A middle-aged man strode out.

He was in his early forties, with facial features that were about 30% similar to Morales'. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a dark-colored house vest with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows.

He saw the two masked figures standing at the door and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please come in, both of you! Thank goodness you're just in time!"

Dr. Morales warmly welcomed the two inside.

Only about one-fifth of the lights in the room were on.

Most of the rooms were dark, with only a few gas wall lamps in the hallway and living room lit at their lowest brightness, the light so dim that it was barely enough to see the path underfoot.

The curtains were all drawn, and the fire in the fireplace was kept low, with only a few dark red embers remaining.

It seems that Dr. Morales is a man of principle, having made thorough preparations for their arrival.

To prevent family members and servants from seeing things they shouldn't see.

As he led the two toward the stairs, he explained the situation in a low voice.

"My child has been studious, focused, and has a strong thirst for knowledge since childhood."

"This led him to enjoy reading all sorts of extracurricular books, wanting to understand and study everything."

He stopped at the top of the stairs and continued speaking.

"A few days ago, he somehow got hold of a white disc, fiddled with it for a bit, and then something went wrong."

He lowered his voice even further, as if afraid his son would hear him.

"He said he could go to a magical place in his dreams, where a group of people invited him to be their guest."

"They taught him knowledge, took him on tours, and even let him complete a full human dissection experiment in his dream."

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Then yesterday, I discovered that a patch of skin on his back had suddenly ulcerated. It wasn't from an external injury or infection; it looked like it was rotting from the inside out."

"Masters, is he possessed by some evil spirit?"

"Please, both of you—save my son!"

Hill’s voice came from behind the mask, calm and confident.

"I have a general understanding of the situation."

"Please go back downstairs now and do not come up again if you hear any noise."

"If all goes well, it should be done tonight."

Dr. Morales nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Yes! Thank you both!"

He retreated down the stairs, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Evan followed Hill up the stairs and asked in a low voice.

"Senior sister, do you know what's going on?"

Hill hummed in agreement, explaining without stopping, "This guy has been connected to the Dream Realm because of some kind of magical artifact."

Her voice was relaxed and composed, as if she were already very familiar with everything that was happening here.

"Then he got targeted by a ghoul. The ghoul admired his thirst for knowledge and was turning him into a ghoul."

Two images immediately flashed through Evan's mind.

One is the Leto family, whom I met on the train. They are a ghoul family that runs a funeral company, and they are legitimate and respectable.

They even gave him five percent of the shares.

The other is the record about ghouls in the old hunter's legacy.

Besides being born as ghouls, they can also be transformed from humans.

"The Dreamland must be a place inhabited by monsters."

"It seems that the white disc is some kind of magical artifact that connects to the Dream Realm," Evan quickly analyzed in his mind.

"After that kid Morales used it, his soul entered the Dreamland in his sleep and was targeted by the ghouls there."

No wonder he always stares at my butt.

"He's dreaming—but that's not quite right either."

"If you want to eat people, why are you only targeting me?"

"Forget it, I'd better stay away from him!"

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