My health recovery is incredibly fast.

"The nine Blood Demons in the cultivation tank have already fused together, each one satiated with fresh blood. Once enough are gathered to renew the fusion contract, they can be promoted to Blood Witches. This is a once-in-a-century opportunity, how could the Church of the Otherworldly Demons easily give them up?"

“Master, what do you need me to do?” Xia Zuo asked.

Let me explain it to you simply.

Rexol took out the yellowed pages and ran his finger across them.

"These texts contain the blood pattern characteristics of more than a dozen blood addicts. You can think of blood pattern characteristics as similar to height, weight, and gender."

"I need you to find these words on the parchment."

"This way we can know whether the bloodstain characteristics recorded on the parchment include those of a blood addict."

"You want me to be a humanoid text recognition machine?" Xia Zuo blinked and asked, "Where did the bloodstains on the parchment come from?"

Rexor looked at the researcher who had finished meditating and said:

"Come to the manor this afternoon, and I will explain everything to you in detail."

"Yes, Master."

...

Friday afternoon.

Xia Zuo arrived at the classical manor near the suburbs as promised.

The bald man and the cold-faced man were unusually not playing cards or drinking.

The two men had somehow acquired a horse-drawn carriage and were loading things into it.

A few minutes later, the 17th Action Team drove into the manor gate.

Rexor declined their offer to help move the things and asked Shazo and the action team to wait aside.

Xia Zuo greeted his teammates, then looked at Deng Ke somewhat guiltily and asked:

"Captain, do you have any leads on those three shapeshifters?"

Dunke pulled out a pipe of tobacco, smelled it, shook his head, and said:

"No, no. I went to the northwest part of the city these past two days but didn't find any clues. This morning I received a message from Supervisor Vickers and he called everyone here."

"What's the situation like in the suburbs and small towns?"

Xia Zuo then asked, looking at the somewhat tired Lanlot.

Lanlot was feeding his spirit pet. Pik, still sleepy-eyed, nestled in his owner's lap, munching on snacks and dozing off.

"This is not good. Every now and then, a blood addict commits a crime."

Lanlot scratched Pike's back. "If we hadn't received the captain's order, we would be searching the residential buildings in the northern town with Fox's team right now. We've been doing this for the past few days. Compared to searching in the wilderness, our job is relatively easy."

Leonard, sitting on the tree stump chair, picked up the conversation, "It's been so many days since I've been back to Poseidon, I can finally get some rest tonight."

His gloves and shoes were covered in dust, his clothes were scratched, and loose threads were showing through the torn corners.

Xia Zuo suddenly felt that he was quite lucky to be a non-combatant, at least he didn't have to run around putting out fires.

As a woman, Lisa didn't receive much better treatment than her other companions in this regard.

She also looked travel-worn, and her hair, which was neglected, was tied up at the back of her head.

“Captain, this is an order from Supervisor Vickers. Our squad will be under the temporary command of the Witcher Master.” Lisa handed the coded communication ring to Dunk.

Dunk glanced at the message on the ring, "We may have to go back to our old ways. You don't need to go outside the city anymore."

"Oh? Really?" Lanlot raised the corners of his mouth, and the others beside him had the same expression.

Rexol happened to walk over. "Yes, guys. Let me tell you about the schedule for the next few days."

He pulled a map of Poseidon from his pocket, on which several routes were drawn in red ink.

The four urban districts, east, south, west, and north, are designated as numbers 1 through 4 on the table.

"We're going to patrol the East District today. Deng Ke, you drive ahead and clear the way for the carriage, following the route map of the East District. Don't drive fast, keep it at a normal walking speed."

Rexor handed the map to Dunk. "Leave the rest to me, Serret, and Shazo. Just keep the road clear and stop or continue when you receive Serret's secret message."

“It’s that simple.” Rexol turned to his companion sitting in the driver’s seat of the carriage, who gestured a “ready” sign.

"Alright, everyone get in the carriage." Rexor waved his hand and pulled Shazo towards the carriage.

The car was started and drove out of the manor.

Serritus flicked the reins and drove the carriage to follow.

On the main road near Dongcheng District.

The vehicles of the 17th Action Team had flashing red and blue lights on their roofs, and pedestrians and passing horse-drawn carriages quickly moved aside upon seeing them.

Xia Zuo glanced at the car and could vaguely see Dunk and Leonard sitting in the back, with Lanlot still driving and Lisa in the passenger seat.

Rexol peeked out and said a few words to Serritus, then closed the carriage door and windows tightly.

“Vickers has temporarily adjusted his work schedule. He will be monitoring the Blood Demon in the underground laboratory during the day. At night, Serret and I will relieve him.”

Rexol patted the metal box on the floor and said:

"Put on your gloves and follow my instructions. Do not touch anything in the box."

“Yes, Master.” Xia Zuo took out the leather gloves he wore when making poison.

Rexol opened the metal box on the floor, picked up something that looked like a typewriter, and placed it on the table.

He put the parchment into the typewriter's cardboard box, pulled out the scroll and placed it on the roller, then put a crystal that shone with a blood-red light into the typewriter's ink cartridge.

"Click-clack..." The typewriter typed on its own and adjusted the rollers, printing spiraling, wavy text on the yellowed pages.

“Shazo.” Rexol handed him a pencil. “Mark the words you memorized last night on the parchment. Be careful not to let any part of your body touch the parchment or the typewriter.”

“Yes, Master.” Xia Zuo adjusted his posture and placed his hands under the table.

The typewriter typed at a moderate speed, just enough for him to carefully decipher the characters.

Rexor wasn't idle either. He sat across the table, another pencil in his hand, his eyes fixed on the freshly printed text on the parchment.

Half an hour later, the first roll of parchment was used up.

Rexol knocked on the carriage door, and the carriage stopped.

After the new blank parchment tube was replaced, the bald man knocked on the carriage door again, and the carriage started moving again.

The afternoon passed in this way. Xia Zuo rubbed his sore eyes and got out of the car in the classical manor.

Rexor walked over to the men of the 17th Operations Team. “Good job, guys. Now go back and rest. Come back to us at the same time tomorrow afternoon.”

Deng Ke and his group waved goodbye to Xia Zuo, got into their car, and drove off first.

"Reso, how's it going? Any new discoveries?" Serites asked, jumping out of the driver's seat.

“No, Serret.” Rexor walked up into the carriage and came down carrying the metal box.

"How did this kid perform?" Serites looked Xia Zuo up and down with a suspicious gaze.

“He didn’t slack off this afternoon, so there might not be any blood addicts in that area.”

Rexor and Ceres walked toward the house, and the bald man turned back and shouted to Shazo:

"You come in too."

“Yes, Master.” Xia Zuo quickly followed.

The three entered the house.

Rexol opened the metal box, removed the typewriter's ink cartridge, and handed it to Serites, who took the cartridge and went straight upstairs.

"Come, sit down. Let's examine the blood patterns we got this afternoon again."

Rexol placed the twenty-odd rolls of parchment on the cleaned dining table.

Xia Zuo looked at the wavy script on the parchment and asked, "Where did these blood-red patterns come from? Were they written by that crystal?"

"Don't ask any questions, Xia Zuo. Just do your job."

Rexol patted the other man on the shoulder, spread out the parchment on the table, and checked the wavy text he had recorded that afternoon.

Seeing that the bald man was unwilling to say more, Xia Zuo had no choice but to sit down and work obediently.

Following the bald man's instructions, he would have the other man do the changing of the parchment scrolls whenever he needed to, and he would not touch the parchment scrolls with his own hands.

Approximately 1 hours later.

As evening fell, the blood-red sunset shone into the living room of the low house.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs.

Serites walked toward his companion and said:

"Reso, confirmed, there are no blood addicts in that area."

The cold-faced man stared at Xia Zuo for a few seconds without saying anything, took a bottle of fruit wine from the wine cabinet, slumped into the sofa, and started drinking.

Rexor looked at Shazo, who was reading a book at the table, and said:

"Go back now. Come back tomorrow afternoon; we still have work for you. The same applies for the next week."

"Then I'll be going now, Master." Xia Zuo packed his briefcase and walked towards the door.

After saying goodbye to the bald man, he used the secret communication ring to explain to Anru why he wasn't replying to messages or going home... Then he ran to a nearby street, took a public carriage, and rushed home.

He planned to complete this mission flawlessly in order to obtain the next stage of the Cursed Seal tome as soon as possible. This would not only speed up his advancement to a high-level mage but also save him a large number of points.

...

Inside the low-ceilinged houses of the manor at this time.

Rexall pulled out the first parchment scroll he had printed that afternoon, his eyes landing on the beginning of the scroll.

Serites walked over, arms crossed, and scanned the same area with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Did you see it?" Serites pointed to a complex phrase and said:

"This kid's physical recovery ability is more than ten times that of a normal human, even higher than that of a high-level mage."

"The body is incredibly active and blends very well with the spiritual ocean."

“We’ve also verified his spellcasting talent; it’s exquisite. He learned the advanced curse sign in just two hours. Beatrice’s deduction is correct; he’s probably a pure-blooded mage awakening his bloodline power.”