As he spoke, Evan's pupils shrank vertically, and Golden's vertical pupils re-covered the bottom of his eyes at that moment.
Demon-Hunting Form was instantly activated, and his black hair faded to silver, and his whole person exuded a depressing and tense atmosphere, like a hound smelling blood.
He knelt down and looked at the schoolbag carefully.
Through Demon Hunter Sight, he could see a very faint trace of Red Aura belonging to Bloodthirsty Species remaining on the schoolbag, like a thin thread entwined between the fibers of the canvas.
"There is a small amount of Bloodthirsty Species's scent on it."
Evan's voice was lowered.
"Senior brother, I'm afraid there might be..."
The words are not finished yet.
Richard has already reached out and pulled the schoolbag over.
He didn't even open Demon-Hunting Form, he casually opened the zipper with his rough and wide fingers, took out a white envelope from it, and threw it to Evan.
"Don't worry. Pulis has no intention of fighting with you. Here is a letter for you."
Evan was stunned, and his eyes widened the moment he caught the envelope.
"Brother, how are you sure there are no traps here?"
Richard leaned back on the sofa cushion and closed his eyes.
"Experience."
There was an inexplicable certainty in his voice.
"I will teach you when I have time. The new Magic Potion and Side Effect are a bit big. Let me sleep for a while..."
Evan didn't bother him again.
He sat on the wooden chair next to him, unscrewed Kerosene Lamp, and turned over the envelope.
The envelope is light gray, thick paper, without any postmark, address or name.
After he used Demon Hunter Sight to confirm that there was no trace of Beyonder, he opened the wax seal with his thumb and pulled out a neatly folded piece of letter paper.
The font is exquisite and neat, with cursive fonts, and the strokes are clean and elegant. It is exactly the same as Pulis's own temperament.
"To·Arkham."
"By the time you read this letter, I should have become part of those Capitalist assets."
"The battle between you and me is over. You won. I underestimated your ability and the extent to which Capitalist monitored me."
"You, an ordinary person, have fooled me [an expert] into the palm of your hand. You are more qualified to survive than I am."
"You are my prey. But Capitalist is my enemy. Before I die, I don't want to make it easy for my enemy. So I decided to give you some parting help."
Evan's fingers tightened slightly on the letter paper.
"First of all, I want to tell you, Curse your people - President Bote·Alcott of Phoenix Brotherhood, have already set their sights on you."
"His true identity is the grandson of Henry Alcott, one of the founders of "Spirit Communion Society", and one of the collaborators of Factory Owner Sapp."
"He's a Monk Apprentice. You should know what that means."
"In the past year, he has used his ability to control and persecute many women, turning them into slaves of Sapp Club and tools for some Church members to release their sexual desires."
"Lebon, Thompson, are just the first step to test you. He won't use force. But he will find ways to deceive you and control you."
"This is Spirit Communion Society's favorite and best method."
"But he and Sapp are not of the same mind. Sapp, like other Capitalist, all long for eternal life."
"What Alcott and what he represents, Spirit Communion Society, desire is ▇▇▇▇▇."
"This is your chance."
"Alcott's real target is the person behind you - your Ancestor:▇▇·▇▇."
Evan stared at the blacked-out words and frowned slightly.
The ink was so thick that it almost penetrated the back of the paper. No matter how you looked at the light, you couldn't make out the original letters.
He knew that this was not Pulis making a fool of himself.
If it were not blackened out, this letter would not exist.
"She is currently the only one known to have reached the ▇▇▇ stage. A true ▇▇▇▇."
"For many years, she has needed ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ to suppress her own ▇▇▇▇▇. You are already on her menu this year."
"Homecoming's invitation will be delivered at December 31. I suggest you go to Miskatonic University for help."
"Finally, there is no need to doubt my sincerity. I swear on the honor of Queen Cain that there are no lies or malice in the letter. I wish you good luck."
"There are a few bottles of medicine I left for you in your schoolbag."
"Beyonder is not left in books. Tyson can analyze the ingredients inside. This is the crystallization of my scientific research in the past ten years."
"For the sake of this information and potion, when you kill Sapp, stab him a few more times for me."
"Your defeated general--Pulis·Kelin·Batrus."
Evan read the letter three times, without missing a word, for fear of misunderstanding it or missing any obscure meanings or puns.
Then he raised his head and looked at Richard who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating.
Senior brother seems to have fallen asleep.
His chest rose and fell slowly and steadily, and there was a faint smile on his face, as if he was having a sweet dream.
Evan lowered his head and took out five Glass Vial sealed with Black Wax from the depths of the bag.
The volume is about the size of a thumb, and each bottle contains liquids of different colors.
Red, green, blue, gold, black.
Like a set of codes waiting to be deciphered.
Evan held the five medicine bottles and lined them up on the table.
He knows the red one. Blood Potion.
He is also familiar with the black one. Night Demon Potion.
He had never seen the remaining three bottles - green, blue, and gold.
There are filaments suspended in the green liquid, and tiny crystals are deposited at the bottom of the blue bottle. The bottle of Golden is like molten maltose, hanging slowly and heavily on the glass wall.
While he was staring at the three bottles in trance, a deep breath came from the sofa.
"Have you finished reading?"
Richard opened his eyes, stretched out, and the joints of his shoulders made a loud click.
The faster you fall asleep, the quicker you wake up.
Evan walked over and handed over the letter.
"Brother, please check for me. Is this old man trying to seduce me on purpose?"
"Pretending to be a man who is about to die but still speaking well, tricking me into going against his enemy?"
Richard took the letter and looked at it in the light of Kerosene Lamp.
His Chestnut eyes quickly scanned between the lines, and his speed was almost the same as when Evan was reading the Internet article.
After reading it once, he put the letter on his knees and spoke.
"He was correct in his statement of events."
"The chairman of Factory Owner Sapp. Sapp United Mining. Sage University graduated and is an outstanding person on the alumni list."
He tapped the name Sapp on the letter paper with his thumb knuckles.
"For many years, Mine Shaft under his name has never had any work-related accidents, and the mining efficiency is incredibly high."
"You don't need to look at something like this to know there's something fishy in it."
"He is indeed capable of arranging Pulis in Sage University."
"Spirit Communion Society I have heard of it. An organization that pursues mysterious knowledge and spiritual awakening."
"Salon is an intellectual group on the surface, with Middle Class as the main group and more than 10,000 members, but internally there is a strong Eldritch Deity Worship component."
"Henry Alcott is one of the founders. But I don't know if he is Beyonder himself."
He paused and turned his gaze back to the letter.
"As for your Ancestor... this matter is a big problem. I will go to Miskatonic University to help you inquire about it when I have time."
Then he scanned the letter from beginning to end to make sure that no details were missed.
"Basically no problem."
He folded the letter and handed it back to Evan.
"I know Pulis. The old-school Nobility style. Arrogant, stubborn, reserved, good-looking, and self-proclaimed to have noble character."
"This kind of person will not lie to us about this kind of thing before he dies at the hands of his enemies."
"As he said, you are the prey and Sapp is the enemy."
Evan After hearing this, his tense shoulders finally relaxed a little.
He lifted Demon-Hunting Form, Golden's vertical pupils faded back to normal black, and Silver-White's hair also quietly returned to pitch black.
He handed over the Magic Potion left by Pulis.
"Senior brother, I have drunk these two bottles. The blood is the same as Night Demon, but it is different from usual and more viscous. I have not touched the rest."
Richard took the three bottles, picked the bottle of Golden, unscrewed the wax seal, put it up to his nose and took a sniff.
He was immediately shocked and said:
"It seems to be a new drug, and it's actually Mother Potion!?"
Evan was stunned. "Mother Potion?"
Richard nodded. "Well, with the mother sample that has been successfully developed and tested, Mother Potion can easily find out all the ingredients and preparation methods inside."
"Normally Magic Potion cannot be reverse-engineered, but this one can."
"It seems that Pulis is really going to fight to the death, leaving such precious things to you."
"If you trust me, I will take it back and analyze the ingredients so that I can make batches in the future."
As he said this, he laughed happily, "Haha, junior brother, you are really our lucky star!"
"Help you awaken and learn the formulas of several new Magic Potion!"
"This is the most profitable operation I have made in the nine years since I became Demon Hunter."
Evan smiled quite freely.
"You saved my life, and this is what I deserve."