The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Davis pursed his lips slightly, his eyes momentarily turning somewhat strange.

It seems that this priest has a very old, very traditional, and very stereotypical little hobby.

He shook his head, clearing the strange thought from his mind. Then he left the guest room.

...

In the side hallway, Fran led Davis forward methodically.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been a terrifying and nerve-wracking nighttime raid. After all, corrupt monsters capable of "following sound" roam the outside world.

Right now, this guy is being relentlessly beaten by the knight's armor and is too preoccupied to pay attention to anything else.

"Um……":

Fran made a sniffing motion, then turned his gaze to Davis behind him.

"Mr. Davis, can you smell it?"

“I smell it.”

Davis's nostrils twitched slightly. After Fran's reminder, he could indeed smell a odor other than the putrid smell. The two were mixed together and difficult to distinguish at first.

"It seems to be... the aroma of cooking food."

Fran nodded slightly, confirming his idea.

“‘Food’ is a general term and not precise enough. We can narrow it down a bit. It should be the smell of cooking ‘meat’.”

Davis's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face paled a little, as if he was recalling memories he didn't want to remember from the Fenrir.

Only Krull's door is currently open.

So... he was the one cooking the meat?

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Chapter Forty-Eight: Midnight Diner [The Ghost Mansion]

Without a doubt, that's the smell of cooked meat.

And it was plain boiled meat, without any spices, braising liquid, or seasonings. He had smelled it more than once aboard the Fenrir; that smell permeated the cabins throughout the entire shipwreck…

As a self-protective mechanism of his mind, Davis had buried that memory deep in his heart, almost forgetting it.

At that moment, he smelled the almost tempting fragrance, and an indescribable sense of familiarity was awakened in his body.

"vomit……"

Davis covered his mouth and nose, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he desperately suppressed the urge to vomit churning in his esophagus.

After leaving the Fenrir, he didn't want to see any meat for a long time. Later, although he could barely accept meat, it had to be cooked or roasted with heavy seasonings, and there couldn't be even the slightest trace of fat or gamey smell.

"Mr. Davis, would you like some stomach medicine?"

Seeing Davis hunched over with his mouth twitching, Fran kindly took out a green capsule and a packet of glucose solution to help him swallow it.

"Thank you so much for your trouble..."

Davis took the green capsule, put it in his mouth, and drank it along with the bag of glucose.

Although he knew the medication wouldn't be digested and absorbed in such a short time, he did feel better after taking it, probably due to the placebo effect...

In fact, even those social elites who pay extremely high prices rarely get to receive personal treatment from Dr. Fran.

Unexpectedly, he was able to receive such an honor in this strange mansion, and he couldn't help but sigh at the fickle nature of fate.

"Hoo."

Davis suppressed his shock and the nausea in his stomach. He then began to focus his attention on Krull's room.

The bedroom door was open, and the smell of cooking meat wafted out with the cold winter night air.

A few points of clear yellow light could be seen peeking through the crack in the door. The light was not candlelight, but more like the flame from a stove.

As Liu approached Krull's room, Davis felt a hot, almost sweltering breeze brush against his face.

The feeling was like being near a restaurant kitchen during peak dinner hours. But this was clearly a guest room, a place for guests to rest... The design of the Hanover Residence was very sophisticated; the kitchen would never be located in a side hallway.

"In other words, the 'influence' Krull received is related to this..."

4. Davis hesitated in front of the room door, and just as he finally mustered up the courage to go and find out what was going on, he found that Fran had already gone inside.

"Wait for me, Dr. Fran!"

He immediately followed him inside.

Although the situation inside the room is unclear, it is obviously more dangerous for someone to be alone in this dark and empty corridor.

Sometimes Davis would feel a strange envy for Fran… Why did this woman seem so fearless? She had clearly been transformed into this state, even thinner than his little niece.

After entering Krull's room for a moment, Davis couldn't help but frown.

...He heard singing.

Fenrir roared in the icy sea, and the crowd trembled in fear—the smoke from the forge died down and then reignited—

“Shell, keel, string, from which my body was conceived.”

"Crossing the vast ocean, surveying the fjords with disdain."

"Eroding gold, drinking blood and marrow! I am the storm and thundercloud, sweeping across the land—"

The voice was deep and powerful, clearly belonging to a man. Davis knew a little more about it; it was Krull's voice. He had heard them sing this ship's song aboard the Fenrir.

But why is he singing at this time? Isn't he afraid of attracting "corruption"...? No, he probably doesn't even know that thing exists.

Or perhaps the situation is worse.

It was long past time to rest, and given Krull's somewhat gloomy personality, there was no way he would have the leisure to sing at night.

Davis was somewhat puzzled, and then turned his gaze to the direction from which the sound came, while simultaneously observing the layout of the entire guest room.

This is a "kitchen".

Furthermore, the floors and walls are all made of strips of wood, with visible steel rivets embedded within. There are also small round windows on both sides... Clearly, only the galley in the ship's cabin would have this design.

"Gudu, Gudu..."

The bubbling sound of the broth boiling echoed from the stew pot, while the glowing embers of charcoal glowed brightly in the nearby oven.

Upon entering the room, the aroma of cooking food became more complex, no longer just the smell of boiled meat. There were also notes of spices and certain fruits, along with the scent of food grilling over charcoal.

"Welcome to your meal, both guests."

Just as Davis was surveying the room, Krull's singing abruptly stopped. It was followed by an almost sinister greeting.

Beneath him lay a pool of sticky, scarlet blood, and the broad-backed kitchen knife in his hand still faintly revealed bits of pale pink minced meat.

The young folklorist was momentarily taken aback, and just as he was about to give a brief reply, Fran's voice quietly rang out from the side.

"Mm." She nodded slightly, seemingly having actually entered the restaurant, politely responding to the waiter's greeting.

"What are your signature dishes? Do you have a menu?"

With that, Fran walked calmly to the square table in the center of the room and sat down gracefully.

"Please excuse us, we did not prepare a menu..."

Wearing a loose chef's uniform, Krull gave a slight bow, his words seemingly expressing apology, but a strange curve could be vaguely seen at the corners of his mouth in the shadows.

"However, we only prepare set meals here, so it won't be a problem even without a menu."

"Thick broth with beef lung, chicken liver pâté, butter-fried beef liver, roasted pork foreleg, baked sheep brain with cheese and fennel, oh... and fresh lamb ribs..."

When talking about dishes, a hint of excitement crept into his expression. He then rattled off a long list of various meat dishes as if they were his own treasures.

Fran nodded in response, just like a diner waiting for a meal.

"One serving each of spare ribs and beef liver, please."

"As you wish, esteemed guest."

Krull chuckled sinisterly, his gaze almost ecstatic. After asking Fran, he slowly looked at Davis, who was sitting on pins and needles in a square chair to the side.

"That lady has finished ordering. So, sir... what would you like?"

Upon hearing the names of those unsettling dishes, Davis felt a moment of disorientation.

He wanted to gag, but the medicine he had just taken seemed to have a strong stabilizing effect, so much so that even the abnormal peristalsis of his esophagus was suppressed.

Does Krull not recognize me? What happened to him?

And also, these meat dishes...

"Guests?" His silence seemed to displease Krull, who became so agitated that he began to wipe the minced meat off his kitchen knife.

"Please... give me the same dishes as Ms. Fran."

After some thought, Davis gave a rather difficult answer.

Although we don't know what Dr. Fran's intention was in ordering these two dishes, following suit is undoubtedly the safest course of action.

"Hey, okay. But sir, it seems a bit cowardly of you to order only after a lady..."

"The meal will be ready soon, please wait a moment."

Krull's sinister smile faded slightly, and he slowly returned to the stove.

While he was busy in the stove, Davis quietly asked Fran a question.

“Dr. Fran, what should we do? Krull seems to have gone mad… He doesn’t remember me at all. And he really thinks he’s a chef!”

Because the room was filled with the sounds of spatulas and cooking, his voice went unnoticed. Only Fran, who was nearby, could hear it clearly.

"Mad?" Fran smiled and shook his head. Just...

"Generally speaking, madness only occurs in the living." - He

As she spoke, she raised her slender index finger and pointed to a sticky trail of blood beneath the stove.

"You probably didn't notice... Krull's footsteps were unusually soft."

Davis looked in the direction Fran pointed and saw that the blood appeared to have dripped from Krull's body. His pristine white chef's uniform was already soaked with crimson.

Madness usually only affects the living? Does that mean Krull... is already dead? Part Three

Furthermore, what does this abnormal lightness signify? Indeed, his gait is somewhat strange, almost stiff. He always stretches his right leg, as if it weren't a leg, but a wooden cane.

Before he could press further, he noticed Fran had already put his index finger to his lips and made a soft "shh" sound.

Because preparations had already begun, Krull served the food very quickly.

Moments later, he brought the prepared food to the table. Moreover, the cutlery and plates used in the room were all of the Hanover style, and even the handles of the warming lids of the plates had exquisite gold engravings.

"Please enjoy."

Krull opened the metal insulated lid on the plate and even thoughtfully prepared a handkerchief for Fran.

"This is an extra treat at the Hanover House, and it's not charged separately. The guests' satisfaction is my greatest reward. However, I have only one request..."

He paused for a moment before slowly finishing his sentence.

"Please make sure you finish all the food on your plate. Otherwise, you two probably don't want to know what will happen."

After speaking, Krull retreated back to the vicinity of the stove. However, his gaze remained fixed on the two, seemingly very attentive to their meal.

Fran paid no heed to his slightly threatening words. He simply examined the steaming dishes on the table with an appreciative eye.

"Whether or not to finish the meal depends on the quality and presentation of the dishes."

The beef liver on the plate had been pan-fried, making it difficult to discern its original appearance. However, the slices were quite large, so it was still possible to roughly determine what kind of creature it came from.

Fran turned it over a few times with his silver fork and then came to a definite conclusion.

Without a doubt, this is a human liver.

"Mr. Davis, do you know the difference between a human liver and a ruminant liver?"

Before taking a bite, Fran first asked Davis a question.

"Ruminants? Hmm... you mean herbivores?" He was slightly taken aback when he heard this, before he understood what the doctor meant.

Davis was, after all, a graduate of Gulins University. Even though the topics he was discussing were quite different from his major, he quickly grasped the more basic common sense involved.