novellhall Chapter 85: A Method to Counter Ancestors – Poisoning the Bloodline
Chapter 85: A Method to Counter Ancestors – Poisoning the Bloodline
Chapter 85 The Method to Counter Ancestors: Poisoning the Bloodline (10/10)
Evan excitedly tore open the paper bag.
A stack of bright green US dollars, though not brand new, looked exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
The old gentleman leaned back in his old oak chair, a slight smile on his face.
"The funding comes from two sources."
"The first payment is your reward for cleaning up the Phoenix Brotherhood. Given that the nature of their actions wasn't the most serious, it's thirty dollars."
He paused for a moment: "Don't think it's too little; the school's budget has always been tight."
"Your bulk of income still comes from the spoils of war."
"The extraordinary characteristics of that cultivator from yesterday have already been dealt with by my side."
Two thousand dollars.
As Armitage spoke, Ivan's hands had already quickly counted the banknotes in the paper bag.
Two thousand and thirty dollars.
For Evan in this lifetime, this is a truly astronomical figure.
That's roughly equivalent to a general practitioner's annual income.
It's equivalent to the money his parents earned by working hard for four years without eating or drinking while they were alive.
His hand, clutching the wad of banknotes, couldn't help but keep groping and kneading it.
Seeing his excited expression, even the tips of his ears turned red, Dr. Armitage said with a smile.
"Don't think that something extraordinary is too cheap at this price."
He said in a tone of someone who had been there, "You'll see later that the things in the extraordinary world are no different from the mundane realities of daily life."
"The real difference lies in the entry requirements and the rules."
Evan put the banknotes back into the paper bag, carefully slipped them into his suit pocket, pressed them against the fabric with his palm, and then looked up to ask.
"Thresholds and rules?"
Armitage nodded: "The principle followed above is the extraordinary passive diffusion principle."
He drew a few lines on the open notebook on the table with the nib of his pen.
"Do not actively spread your extraordinary power, maintain strict secrecy, and appropriately control the number of people involved."
"But we will not refuse to allow ordinary people who are passively drawn into the situation to become superhumans."
He picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup, took a sip, and continued speaking.
"After all, quite a few superhumans die every year."
Evan looked delighted and patted the inner pocket of his chest.
"That's enough, that's really enough."
"I never dreamed I could earn so much money."
He looked up, his eyes sparkling, and asked, "So, does that mean I can kill more superhumans and make more money?"
Armitage sighed at the question.
"You really did it all in one go."
He put down his teacup, gestured for Evan to sit down, and said in a serious tone.
"It's certainly a good thing that you have this skill, but try not to provoke your peers."
"As an investigator, connections are very important. When facing truly terrifying beings, one person's strength is very insignificant."
"Many magic arrays, sacrifices, and rituals require several people, or even more than a dozen people, to operate at the same time."
"Never let your network of relationships become too strained."
Ivan smiled and nodded: "I know, Doctor, I'm talking about the Alcott type."
Armitage snorted through his nose after hearing this.
"Is there even a question? Just kill them."
After discussing money, Evan changed the subject and briefly recounted what he had discovered in the hotel bathroom the previous night.
Armitage showed no surprise whatsoever after hearing this.
"I know."
The old man waved his hand dismissively.
"They were Dagon cult members from Innsmouth who made a deal with some local factory owners."
Ivan's eyes widened slightly: "This—this is so blatant?"
Armitage shrugged: "This Deep Ones are honest and rich."
"I once considered getting involved."
As he said this, a deep sense of helplessness filled his voice.
In the end, I was met with a cold shoulder.
He picked up his teacup and slowly sipped the hot tea.
"I've even banished Outer Gods before, but I couldn't handle this group of murlocs who worshipped the Old Gods."
Ivan nodded to indicate that he understood.
But the next second—
"Wait, I think I missed something incredible!?"
Evan, snapping out of his daze, instantly sprang up from his chair.
"Doctor! Doctor! Wait a minute!"
His voice was filled with barely suppressed curiosity and excitement.
"You've had dealings with... Outer Gods?"
Armitage then realized that he had let something slip in his exclamation.
He then raised his finger, rubbed his brow, and sighed.
But then I thought about it again, and realized that this young man had wiped out that small cult group overnight yesterday.
Coupled with the guy's unusually cheerful spirit, the old man ultimately didn't nod in agreement, like a riddle teller.
"This is also one of the core reasons why Richard and Hill recommended you to me."
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"The Outer God who once fought me also stands behind your immortal ancestor."
"With the help of several old friends, I successfully banished Him."
"hiss----"
Ivan gasped and plopped back into his chair.
"Wow, this is a real veteran."
His mind was buzzing.
He had long known that this old man was no ordinary person, but he never expected that the man's resume would contain the words "exiled from the Outer Gods".
He banished the Outer Gods, but he didn't go mad! He didn't die!
Now I can still sit in this small office on the second floor, leisurely teaching and enjoying my retirement.
What kind of steely will is this?
For a moment, Evan didn't know what kind of expression to use when facing the old gentleman who looked like just an ordinary retired scholar.
I finally understand the true value of those titles that Hill introduced back then.
Armitage did not dwell on the topic.
He lightly tapped the table with the nib of his pen, pulling Evan's wandering thoughts back to reality.
"Regarding your invitation to return home."
The old gentleman's voice returned to its usual businesslike composure.
"I've already made some progress. The place is in Arkham. I've contacted people at the university and asked them to go and investigate."
Ivan's eyes lit up, and he asked eagerly, "How was it?"
Armitage shook his head: "No external force can intervene."
"With our current strength, we have no way to stop someone in a higher position."
"The superior————"
Ivan repeated the three words.
Which category is it?
Armitage put down his pen and raised his finger.
"Apprentice, expert, master."
"You should already know these three."
Ivan nodded: "It's in the Witcher's legacy."
Armitage raised his fourth and fifth fingers.
Above the master is the lord.
Above the lord is the superior.
"At this level, you can understand it as having completely transcended the realm of humanity."
"Entered the realm of the truly extraordinary."
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After the old gentleman finished his explanation, he brought the topic back to Evan.
"Your ancestor, Keisha Mason, was a witch born in Arkham in the seventeenth century."
He picked up his teacup and took another sip, looking at Evan over his glasses.
"Throughout history, she is the only witch to have reached the fifth stage."
"The witch's fifth stage?!"
Ivan blinked, his face full of shock.
Both being the three gates of the sewers, the Witcher is locked out at the third stage, Master level.
So how did you manage to escape from prison all by yourself and end up in the fifth phase?
You have no martial ethics! How can you face us, your fellow prisoners?
While mentally complaining, Evan matched Armitage's words with the few blacked-out words on Pris's suicide note.
The blacked-out content finally took on a complete outline at this moment.
"Good heavens!"
He sighed.
"I feel like I just left the starting area and was immediately confronted by the final boss."
Armitage laughed out loud: "Although I don't quite understand your young people's metaphors, I can understand what you mean."
The old man's smile quickly faded, and he continued speaking.
"Because you are directly connected to her by blood, if she wants to harm you, we have no way to stop her."
"And they won't notice anything."
"The so-called invitation to return home is nothing but a deception."
His eyes gradually sharpened: "What she really wants is to devour you descendants in order to suppress her own madness."
"No matter where you hide, you can't be stopped."
He added in a more serious tone.
"Just like your father, and your grandparents."
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Ivan sat in the chair, his pupils widening completely in that instant.
Factory accident — mysterious suicide —
The police officer on duty at the station said, "Kid, go home and don't get yourself into trouble."
Those truths that he had repeatedly pondered and doubted in the past.
At this point, everything matches up.
It's all fake.
Ivan sat in the chair, his fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of his suit jacket.
The whole person felt a sense of shock, as if after the clouds had parted and the truth had finally been revealed.
"PhD."
He looked up, a rare hint of urgency in his voice.
"So, what should I do next?"
Armitage looked at him and gave the answer seriously.
"Make her lose interest in you."
"—How do I do it?"
The old man leaned back in his chair: "As the price of immortality, her mind is being eroded little by little by dreams."
"Therefore, she needs her own bloodline as a sacrifice to maintain control over her own will."
To put it bluntly...
He raised his teacup: "Whenever she's about to forget who she is, she eats some of her own offspring to perk herself up."
Upon hearing this, the corner of Evan's mouth twitched slightly.
"—Your description is quite down-to-earth."
Armitage ignored him and held up one finger.
"What you need to do is very simple."
"Make her feel that you are useless."
"You think that eating this will not benefit you or nourish you, but will instead harm you."
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The moment I heard that sentence.
Evan's face, which had been filled with bitterness, suddenly curled up at the corners of his mouth.
Moreover, the higher it sticks out, the more unrestrained it becomes.
"PhD."
His voice was tinged with excitement.
"Is it really that simple?"
Armitage looked at the guy's bright, sunny smile, which was clearly starting to veer off in a strange direction again, and reached out to touch his forehead.
"not simple!"
"She corrects her deviations by ensuring the purity of her bloodline."
"So what you need to do is make your blood mixed and chaotic."
He looked up, his expression serious: "Ideally, it should contain multiple extraordinary properties."
"The more chaotic, the better."
Ivan covered his mouth with both hands, and Kangxing pressed down the corners of his mouth that were always turning up.
But his shoulders still trembled uncontrollably, and the flesh on his jawline kept bulging and relaxing.
"What's wrong with you?"
Armitage frowned.
Evan coughed, his ears turning red.
"fine."
"Well—I suddenly thought of some happy things."
Armitage looked at the young man who was frequently having nervous breakdowns and didn't ask any further questions.
"Fortunately, you're already a Witcher."
"It is possible to use a magic potion to gradually change the composition of one's blood."
"You're studying at the University of the Wise, right?"
Ivan suppressed a laugh and tried his best to utter a proper sentence.
"Yes, Doctor."
He knew that this kind of expression was impolite in front of his elders, but he just couldn't hold it in.
Armitage hesitated for a few seconds: "Are you interested in learning alchemy?"
Ivan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"After you learn it, you can make your own potions."
The old man tapped the table twice with the tip of his pen: "In the process of learning, you can also use this knowledge to gradually improve your physical condition."
"Let that witch slowly lose interest in you."
Ivan practically jumped up from his chair: "I do!"
His voice was loud and energetic.
A fervent and excited light ignited in those eyes.
"PhD!"
He slammed his fist on his chest: "I've been waiting for this day for so long!"
"All I lack is an opportunity!"
Armitage was so taken aback by the explosive display of his talent that he burst out laughing.
"OK!"
I'll write you a letter of recommendation.
"I have an old friend over there. His lab has a collaboration with the Faculty of Medicine at Sage University."
"You can go there as an assistant and gain some medical experience along the way."
Ivan nodded three times: "Thank you, dear Doctor."
Armitage's smile faded, and he spoke solemnly.
"There is one more important thing."
His voice returned to the solemnity befitting an investigator: "I have an important task for you."
Ivan sat up straight, his smile fading, and said, "Please speak."
The old man looked at him over his glasses: "I've found out that there's a small group in Bolton City secretly producing some kind of special drug."
"The virus in that drug is highly infectious and can turn people into mindless zombies."
Ivan's pupils moved almost imperceptibly.
"This force's main area of operation is in Bolton."
Armitage continued, "But they are well hidden, scattered in the gaps between several factions, such as the Healing Church and the Red King's Laboratory."
"Your drug resistance is good, and it's also good that you don't need to contaminate your blood to a certain extent."
The old man raised his finger: "I think this line suits you quite well."
Upon hearing this, two terms immediately popped into Evan's mind.
The Copper Curse.
B virus.
Side quests and main quests are now linked together!
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