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

Chapter 114 Extraordinary is not just about fighting and killing

"Senior sister, how are you?"

Ivan knelt down while supporting her shoulders.

Hill leaned against an old oak tree, her mask already torn off.

A few dark veins still remained on her beautiful face, which, combined with her pale skin, made her look incredibly alluring.

She coughed twice and waved her hand as she spoke.

"It's okay, I just feel a little short of breath and dizzy."

She took a moment to assess the situation, then jokingly remarked, "I feel like I've had too much to drink."

At this moment, you can see that the black veins on the back of her hand are gradually receding, as the Witcher's Black Blood System is rapidly breaking down these toxins.

"The venom of this snake-man can kill an ordinary superhuman in just a few minutes."

"Fortunately, we witchers have some resistance."

"I----"

She had only spoken halfway when her gaze involuntarily fell on Evan.

She was squatting with her legs apart, naked, and her skin, which had just regenerated, was as delicate as a baby's.

But that squatting posture made certain parts of his body stand out abnormally.

A blush, completely unrelated to the poison, suddenly appeared on Hill's pale face.

The redness spread rapidly from her cheeks, quickly reaching the tips of her ears.

Evan, who was full of concern, didn't notice his senior sister's unusual behavior at all.

He placed his hand on Hill's shoulder, intending to try using the copper plague to absorb the toxins from her body.

Unfortunately, this snake venom does not possess any extraordinary properties; it is simply a biological toxin.

Unlike the ghouls' corpse poison, which carries fungi and spores, it is not within the scope of the copper plague's consumption.

"Um—" Hill's voice suddenly became hesitant.

"Junior brother, where are your clothes?"

Ivan looked at his body and then said with a pained expression.

"That guy burned it! Forty dollars!"

As he spoke, he bent over and lay face down on the ground, pounding the dirt with his fists, looking like a child who had lost his New Year's money, his face full of regret and resentment.

"Damn it! That's enough for thirty full meals!"

"I should have taken my clothes off before jumping! I'd be willing to fight shirtless!"

Hill's gaze involuntarily fell on the back of the figure who was lying on the ground, pounding the ground.

The moonlight outlined the contours of his back, revealing the symmetrical and perfect lines of his shoulder blades.

The muscles on his back are well-proportioned and firm, his waist is narrow, and his buttocks are full and firm, each of them exuding a classical beauty.

"Steel-like lines—" she silently commented to herself.

"The muscles in their glutes are so powerful, if only they were in—"

"Hill! What are you thinking about?!"

She mentally slapped herself, quickly looked away, took a small glass bottle from the leather pouch at her waist, and unscrewed the cap.

Hearing the noise, Evan, who was still pounding the ground, suddenly looked up.

Her tear-filled eyes were filled with wariness: "Senior sister, that's not a magic potion, is it?"

Hill smiled, brought the bottle to his lips, and said, "No, it's an antidote developed by David, a regular drug."

She tilted her head back and poured the pale green liquid down her throat.

Within seconds, the dark veins on her face and neck began to fade rapidly.

Although a few faint traces remained, judging from her upright posture and piercing eyes, they no longer hindered her movement.

Hill composed himself, his gaze sharpening: "Is the snake-man dead?"

Ivan got up from the ground and patted the dirt off his knees.

"He shouldn't die that quickly."

Hill didn't ask any more questions and strode towards the direction where the snake man had fallen, with Evan following behind.

You can see the snake-man's condition from afar.

His body taut and bent backward in an indescribable way.

His spine arched to an extreme degree, with the back of his head almost touching his heels.

His whole body resembled a fully drawn bow, constantly making whimpering sounds, as if he had something to say but his throat was locked.

When the two approached within two meters, the snake-man suddenly let out a terrified scream.

The wind brought by the two of them gave him a strong stimulation.

Ivan asked, "Should we just kill him?"

Hill shook his head: "It's not very meaningful. The snake-man's talent is resurrection. Even if we kill him, today's events will still be leaked."

She looked at the snake-man's miserable state, her heart filled with shock and curiosity.

"What kind of trait does Evan have? How could he poison a snake-man who is skilled in using poison and is immune to poison like this?"

She didn't ask this private question aloud, but instead approached the face that was distorted by spasms and asked directly.

"How about we make a deal? Nod if you agree."

The snake-man nodded with difficulty, his neck now cramped.

Hill turned to Ivan: "Junior Brother, can you restore him to normal?"

Evan hummed in agreement and placed his palm on the snake-man's chest.

The copper plague was activated, and the various viruses that were raging in his body were quickly brought back by Ivan.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

The snake-man, now free, was like a drowning person finally surfacing, panting heavily.

His eyes were filled with lingering fear and relief at surviving the ordeal.

"How about we make a deal?" Hill asked again.

The snake-man's self-illumination passed over Hill, and first landed on the naked man with a sunny smile.

That smile was as bright as the midday sun, but when the snake-man looked at it, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He nodded obediently in agreement.

Hill’s tone was calm and direct.

"You were the ones who started this whole thing, so you can't blame anyone else for being killed."

"I can spare your life, but keep today's events a secret. You can fabricate the cause of that demon's death yourself, and don't leak our situation."

She paused for a moment.

"Understand?"

The snake-man's eyes were somewhat dazed, but he still nodded immediately.

"Understand."

"Give me a drop of spiritual blood."

The snake-man remained silent for a moment.

Spiritual blood is an extremely precious thing for extraordinary individuals.

Ordinary money can become a medium for curses.

And this spiritual blood, which originates from one's own body and soul, is so potent that it is a sure-fire curse.

Once your lifeline is controlled, there's no way to resist or retaliate.

But after glancing at Ivan's smile, he immediately made up his mind.

He raised his finger and gently touched it with his fingertip.

A drop of blood seeped from the skin, hovering above the fingertip, emitting a soft, firefly-like glow as it slowly rotated.

Hill pulled a miniature glass bottle from his waist, caught the drop of glowing blood, tightened the cap, and put it back in his leather bag.

While the two were negotiating, Ivan had already slipped over to the headless demon corpse.

He crouched down and pulled a leather wallet from the pocket of the charred trench coat.

I opened it and saw sixty-four dollars.

Evan pulled out the banknotes one by one, counted them carefully, and then, after looking around and finding nowhere to put them, he resorted to his old trick and tucked them between his buttocks.

"Hehe, I made a profit!"

After Hill finished talking with the snake-man, he quickly left the scene with Ivan.

Ivan lowered his voice and asked, "Senior Sister, what about extraordinary traits? Aren't we taking the traits from demons?"

Hill replied in a low voice, "Don't take it! A demon's supernatural abilities can be linked to a magical device called the Hellfire Furnace. If you carry it with you, the other party can locate your position at any time."

"The other party could even detonate it directly like a bomb, making it quite troublesome."

Her voice was filled with joy: "Catching that ghoul today was already a win. It's best to avoid an organization of that size if possible."

Evan hummed in agreement and did not insist.

He understood Hill's considerations; the Witcher was the most economically demanding profession among the three gates of the Sewers.

Without official backing or the support of a large organization, fighting a war could easily lead to bankruptcy.

While it's possible to act recklessly and perish together with your opponent when pushed to the brink, it's best to avoid risking your life if possible.

How can you make money if you work so hard?

This is why Witcher often has no choice but to settle things quietly.

It's not that I'm cowardly, it's that I'm poor.

"If the snake people can be resurrected, why do they still need to talk to us?" Evan asked curiously.

As Hill ran, he explained, "Resurrection doesn't come without a price. At his apprentice level, his new physical condition after resurrection will regress to what he looked like when he was five years old."

"Although the memories are all there and can be regenerated in two years, the two years in between are extremely vulnerable, like a snake that has just shed its skin, and even the slightest touch will hurt."

"He doesn't want to die, and I don't want to become his enemy. After all, if he's resurrected, he can go after the organization and take revenge on us."

"So I took his spiritual blood as insurance. If he disobeys, I can use this drop of blood to curse him. It won't kill him, but it will make him suffer a lot."

At this point, Hill's tone became serious: "Evan."

"I was shocked by the power and pressure you just displayed, and I thank you for rushing forward without hesitation to protect me."

"But as someone who's been there, I still have to say something."

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"Sometimes, don't be too reckless."

"If we really offend someone, they have a lot of ways to get back at us."

"Moreover, we might encounter difficulties in the future and need someone from a specific profession to help us."

"Don't lead to a dead end."

Ivan nodded: "I know, my senior brother said something similar to me when he first changed jobs."

He carried the ghoul's corpse in one hand and picked Hill up again with the other, and began moving rapidly between the rooftops.

After giving his warning, Hill's tense expression finally relaxed.

She wrapped one arm around Evan's neck and tapped his chest with her fist with the other.

"You're really something, kid!" Her voice carried the excitement of getting a perfect card on a single pull.

"I didn't realize you were this strong!"

"I didn't expect your potion resistance to be so high, even able to withstand the snake people's complex snake venom!"

"Even though someone used dragon breath to directly inject it into my lungs, I'm fine!"

Ivan grinned and asked, "What are the characteristics of Dragon Breath?"

Hill explained, "One of the main characteristics of snake people is their ability to manipulate the air."

"The most typical use is that the snake man can pour his poison mist directly into the lungs of the other person the moment they are panting."

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Evan then understood why the poisonous gas had suddenly appeared in his lungs.

"Senior sister, where are we going now?"

Hill rested her face on his shoulder, her voice relaxed.

"In the west of the city, at David's workshop, you should also meet your other brothers."

the other side.

The snake-man, now free, lay in a pile of fallen leaves and stared at his companion's headless corpse for a few seconds.

Then he gave a sinister smile: "Good riddance."

"If you die, the next promotion opportunity will be mine."

The professional systems of large organizations are mostly not based on a single school of thought.

Given limited resources, competition among different professions is quite fierce.

He always speaks of his colleagues as benefactors, but in his heart, they are all his enemies.

He struggled to sit up, his limbs already rejoined by the snake-man's unique abilities.

Although it is still a little sore, it is already able to move.

"Since those two witchers have taken the initiative to settle things peacefully, I can't waste this opportunity."

He slowly opened his mouth.

The upper and lower jaws are dislocated, and the mouth opens to an angle that is not human.

The muscles inside the mouth twitch and secrete a large amount of clear mucus.

He crawled toward the headless corpse: "Finally, I can have a full meal."

And in the shadows further away.

A figure stood quietly on the thick trunk of an old oak tree.

He appeared to be a middle-aged man of medium build, wearing a dark woolen overcoat with a gray wool scarf around his collar.

He has refined features and a gentle temperament, like a university professor or accountant.

His face was filled with shock: "This guy is actually that strong?"

A girl of about ten years old was squatting on a tree branch next to him.

"dad!"

"Is he going to eat that ghoul too?"

These two people were the Leto family, who ran a funeral company.

The ghoul ran this way to seek their protection.

They received the message and prepared to come out and meet them.

Then I saw the horrifying scene I had just witnessed, and the ruthless person who scared his son so much that he peed his pants.

Leto flexed his right hand.

There was a thin seam on the wrist of that hand, a reminder of the trauma he had experienced last time.

After a few seconds of silence, he sighed and said, "It seems that five percent of the shares is a bit too little."

The terrifying physique of his opponent, and the casual ease with which his own kinsman had just crushed him, filled Leto with fear.

He has lived in human society for many years and now he has no desire to return to the ghoul community.

On ordinary days, helping out ghouls who overstep their boundaries is also based on the duty of their race.

After all, he only wants to do business now and doesn't want to have anything to do with those crazy people who are constantly causing trouble.

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