The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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[Effect: Records the patterns and characteristics of skeletal transformation, along with experimental and anatomical records of relevant individuals. Upon completion, your understanding of abyssal creatures will be further enhanced, and your 'Abyssal Applied Science' resolution will increase by 3%.]

[Note: "The living corpse lost everything about being human during the ascent, but also received the blessing of the abyss. It is the embers of humanity, and also Naraku's darling..."]

Fran picked up the notebook, glanced at it for a moment, and then put it in the pocket of his white coat.

These kinds of books are somewhere between useful and useless to her. Although they are classified as excellent, the special nature of their technology makes them very difficult to use... For example, to conduct research on the biomorphosis of humans, one must venture deep into the Abyss.

Norlington clearly lacks this geographical advantage.

However, adhering to the rigor of a researcher, she will still read it to the end. After all, 3% resolution is not a small amount.

"Just use it to fill out the bookshelf."

Fran glanced at his pocket watch, slightly curbing his languid demeanor, and went into the kitchen to prepare today's lunch.

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It's mid-February now.

As Attilion prepared for war, signs of chaos began to appear in its surrounding areas. To prevent any unforeseen complications, Grantham decided to bring forward the planned exploration of the Library ruins, originally scheduled for March.

Albert and Nigel, the two sons of the Fiery Tree, waited quietly in the White Cup Order's reception room, awaiting the moment of departure.

As they planned, this exploration of the ruins would be accompanied by highly experienced sleuths. At the same time, the Mystery Hunters would also dispatch a number of hunters to monitor the situation in real time and prevent any harmful incidents from occurring.

As they expected, a moment later, Terence and Child from the History Department were the first to enter the meeting room.

Good day, both of you.

Nigel bowed slightly and then inquired about the details.

"Have the Hunters not arrived yet?"

"We came together. The Hunters dispatched Supervisor Haida and Agent Vivian to assist with the exploration this time."

Before Terence could finish speaking, Heida and Vivian appeared right behind them.

Albert stared at Vivian, feeling a sense of familiarity about her, as if he had seen her somewhere before…

"You're the lady who was talking to Flamel about the Monroe Epic in that bookstore!"

Finally, Albert found this previously unnoticed passerby in his memory, and couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. Although Vivian had also attended the White Cup Council, there was a screen separating the main and secondary seats, so she hadn't been discovered.

"it's me."

Vivian didn't try to evade the question; she readily admitted it.

"Is it really surprising to appropriately monitor unknown foreign religious groups in public places?"

Although Vivian always appears timid when facing her fellow Hunters, she maintains the Hunter's usual cold and aloof style when dealing with outsiders.

As she spoke, a jet-black raven silently landed on her shoulder.

Calling birds… Albert’s expression hardened slightly, as if he were deep in thought.

Agent Vivian is here to monitor us, which means... Flamel approached her at the bookstore to remind us that we were being watched?

Perhaps that young scholar from the Star Abyss Society isn't as harmless as he seems...

"Besides them, there is another participant this time. I think everyone here should be very familiar with her, so there is no need to introduce her in too much detail."

Terence coughed lightly, and then a figure dressed in an academic smock entered the reception room. As always, her movements were somewhat clumsy, to the point that she almost tripped over the threshold of the room.

After regaining his footing, Fran gently adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, which had come loose from the stumble, and then gave a somewhat shy smile.

"Good day, everyone. I am Flamel from the Star Abyss Society... It's a pleasure to work with you all."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Tsuruko, I need... votes... (wiggles)

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Chapter Thirty: Banyan Tree Forest

Terence had just stepped out of the reception room when he saw Elsa rushing towards him, and the two almost bumped into each other.

Upon recognizing the visitor as a professor from the Department of History, her eyes flickered slightly, and she mustered her courage to make her request.

"Professor Terence...please allow me to participate in this site exploration."

"No."

Terence rejected her without hesitation.

"Elsa, the aftereffects of your incident at the birthday banquet hall haven't fully healed yet, so you don't need to participate in this year's field investigation."

Because both require exploration of ancient ruins, natural history was placed under the history department.

Elsa was the undisputed top student in the History Department, and also the daughter of a branch of the Lois family, making her quite involved. Terence didn't want her to take any more risks.

After all, Schmidt was a history graduate before becoming a teaching assistant at White Cup, so if we have to say, he bears some responsibility for the previous incidents.

"But those are relics from the Dust Era, their history even predating the Lost Era...and besides, I only qualified to accompany the expedition after passing three natural history exams in my first year..."

At this point, Elsa pursed her lips, her expression somewhat aggrieved.

She did indeed obtain her participation spot through the assessment, and her recent performance has been no different from that of an ordinary person; in fact, she has recently shown even greater talent in academic research than before…A

But precisely because of this, Terence was even less willing to let her get involved in this matter.

The exploration of the unknown is accompanied by sacrifice; the more talented a person is, the more likely they are to perish in the process, silently turning into dust in history.

The Sons of the Trees cult did not interfere when the exploration of the ruins was planned, and they were unaware that it was their former sanctuary.

"At the end of this school year, you won't need to pass the exam to get a spot for ruin exploration. Wait for next time, child."

"You're so young... there's no need for you to take on this level of danger."

Terence sighed and offered another word of advice. Part Two

Elsa seemed somewhat disappointed, but she understood Professor Terence's considerations. Getting a spot this academic year wouldn't be bad... Just as she was about to agree, she heard a strangely familiar female voice slowly ring out.

"If we're just collecting ordinary materials from the outside, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Elsa looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young girl wearing a scholar's smock and silver-rimmed glasses, making her features indistinct.

Gormouth's attire suggests he's a disciple of another sect... Why does it feel familiar to me?

Terence's gaze sharpened slightly upon hearing this, and he fell into a brief silence.

Fran's attitude forced him to reconsider the matter.

This doctor's actions were almost always driven by a specific purpose. However, until she actively revealed the truth, it was difficult for others to fathom her true motives…

Terence maintained his initial assessment: Dr. Fran was likely a high-ranking member of the Hunter's Order, holding at least a mystical rank of the fourth tier or higher. Even if not a fourth-ranking official, he would certainly be a senior director of the Medical Court…

Thinking of this, he softened his stance slightly.

"If we don't go deep into the library ruins... going together isn't out of the question."

"Thank you very much, Professor Terence!"

Elsa bowed deeply, her previous dejection vanishing, replaced by a look of renewed excitement.

Watching this scene, Albert narrowed his dark brown eyes slightly, as if deep in thought.

Flamel only vaguely expressed her thoughts, yet Terence's attitude softened. Did this mean that the White Cup Order valued her even more than she had initially anticipated?

But she was, after all, from the Star Abyss Society, and no matter how important she was to the Exterminators… she was still a heretic. Just like the relationship between the Sunforge and the White Cup, even though they cooperated in many ways, they were ultimately wary of each other.

Could it be that she betrayed her sect and defected to White Cup? It's not impossible...

The technology of the [Lareman organ] is clearly only a part of a certain system. If this conjecture is true, then Bai Bei probably obtained more of her academic achievements.

Once the specific members of the exploration team were decided, the journey began.

The ruins of the Sons of Suki's library are located in the wilderness outside Norrington, and the White Cup Order has already prepared a vehicle.

The vehicles they provided were all equipped with newly developed internal combustion engines from the Department of Mechanical Engineering, which surpassed the original steam-powered engines in both design concept and horsepower. However, due to the scarcity of mechanical casting furnace cores, production was limited, and most of them circulated within various large religious orders.

Haida opened the car door and nimbly got into the driver's seat, while Fran took the passenger seat.

Vivian readily moved to the back seat, gently scratching the head of the raven in her arms to soothe the little guy who wasn't used to riding in a car.

Watching the nun skillfully operate the casting furnace on the vehicle, Fran looked at her with considerable curiosity.

"Besides horseback riding, do Sister Heda also drive?"

"The funeral maids' knowledge will be updated annually, and I will use most of the cast machine vehicles."

Haida explained rather modestly.

Her car followed the White Cup Order at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow. Her stability and speed were impeccable, befitting an executive-level driver…

The nun usually kept quiet while on duty. However, she was a little more talkative than usual when facing Fran.

Moreover, there were still some things she didn't understand about this archaeological site exploration.

"Dr. Fran, why did you include that girl in this exploration?"

"Oh...she was one of my previous patients. Although she has now fully recovered, appropriate participation in academic activities can aid in post-recovery care."

Fran leaned against the car seat cushion, stretching his back comfortably.

After a moment's thought, Haida quickly connected some previously unclear details.

"So... Elsa's case at the Mandala Tavern is related? Was it part of the treatment?"

"Yes."

Fran smoothly took over the topic and explained the cause and specifics of her illness.

"Elsa was a victim of the Star Chart Study Group. But she was lucky; she wasn't used as food or a breeding ground for Cistanche deserticola. Instead, she was placed in swaddling clothes in the birthday banquet hall as a sacrifice..."

"This experience left a distinctive type of 'phobia' deep in her subconscious, or rather, 'the red cup's kiss mark.' After two courses of treatment, the symptoms have been basically cured."

Haida nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

In fact, the Secret Service had already begun investigating the Star Chart Research Society before this. They just hadn't expected Fran to act so swiftly and cleanly, wiping them out overnight, leaving not a single survivor.

Although those who were transformed into Cistanche deserticola seedbeds were no different from the dead themselves.

Fran rested his cheek on his hand, gazing lazily at the streets and crowds outside the car window.

The clock tower and skyscrapers gradually disappeared from sight, and the number of pedestrians became increasingly sparse, until we left Norrington and entered the endless gray wasteland beyond the northern boundary.

She then gently closed her eyes and began to rest.

Fran's habits were almost feline; he wouldn't miss any opportunity to slack off. Just like in the borderlands, Haida often found the doctor behind her asleep long after a long journey on horseback.

They drove in silence. After three hours, the White Cup Order's convoy arrived at a village near the ruins of the library.

The ruins are located deep in the forest, in a complex and rugged terrain. Even the White Cup Order's vehicles, which possess some off-road capability, cannot enter.

In other words... the rest of the journey will require hiking.

"Ms. Flamel, we've arrived in Dowling."

As Haida's voice reminded him, Fran opened his eyes. Before him was a small town, with somewhat simple wooden buildings nestled among the hills, and several townspeople watching.

Fran gently patted his face to dispel his drowsiness and quickly got back into work mode.

The vehicle quickly came to a stop, and the group got out.

The air here is much colder than in Norrington. A thin layer of snow covers the cobblestone floor, reaching halfway up the soles of your shoes.

"call……"

Fran pulled his smock tighter around himself, his nose slightly red, and exhaled a wisp of white mist.

Golmouth has a rather hot climate, with winter temperatures only slightly lower than usual. Therefore, it's perfectly normal for a visitor from the Star Abyss Society to experience some discomfort…

"Little girl, are you cold? Compared to previous winters, this year is quite mild."

A cold, resolute male voice rang out from the side.

He was dressed in thick winter hunting gear, of medium build, and his face was covered with a crisscrossing network of scars, a truly shocking sight.

"Good day, Instructor Naor."

Haida quickly identified the host and offered a polite greeting.

Nao waved his hand, his expression somewhat cold and hard.

"I cannot accept your greeting, Supervisor Haida. You are my superior now; it is I who should be bowing to you."