The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"Transit group: ±&《◎∑∞」 That's right."

Fran was quite satisfied with his reaction speed, and then used a fork to pick up a relatively intact piece of liver and began to explain.

"Take a cow as an example. The lobes of a cow's liver are not clearly defined; it can be roughly divided into three lobes starting from the notch of the round ligament. Moreover, from the visceral view, it presents an overall flattened oval shape and is slightly enlarged..."

Her voice was calm and unhurried, and she spoke in a gentle and persuasive manner, giving Davis the strange illusion that he was listening to a professor's lecture.

"The human liver is slightly smaller. Structurally, it has four lobes, while segmentally, it has five lobes. The organ is also wedge-shaped overall."

"Wedge?"

Clearly, Davis knew almost nothing about the medical field. He looked utterly bewildered and even felt the urge to take notes.

"You can think of it as an irregular triangle."

Fran explained in great detail. She was always this patient when discussing knowledge within her field of expertise.

"Well...that's true."

Although Davis didn't know much about wedges, he did know the general shape of the liver.

"We have to thank Mr. Krull for making the liver slices relatively large; otherwise, it would have been quite difficult to explain using such simple structural knowledge..."

Fran handed the piece of liver he had forked to Davis, and then spoke softly.

"Look, isn't there a beautiful wedge-shaped edge at the bottom of this slice?"

"Yes……"

The moment he answered, Davis felt a chill creep up his spine.

Although he had prepared for the worst before entering the room, he still couldn't suppress his fear and disgust when he saw a real human liver cooked and served to him.

So, the "lamb ribs" on the other side...

If the medication hadn't suppressed the abnormal spasms in his stomach, Davis would probably have vomited everything in his stomach by now.

He remembered that the lamb chops served at the mansion dinner tonight were almost identical to those here. Could it be that he had already eaten them at the dinner...?

"Have you thought about what to order for the dinner? You don't need to worry about that."

Because Davis's emotions were almost entirely written on his face, Fran easily discerned what he was thinking.

"The ribs served at the dinner were indeed from lamb. It's normal that you can't tell the difference... After all, the difference isn't that big after roasting, and human and animal ribs are structurally similar, with the difference being more in size."

"I've already eaten the food at the dinner party, aren't you sure you can trust it?"

Upon hearing Fran's words, Davis's slightly pale face softened considerably.

"makes sense……"

Even so, he still felt that the doctor in front of him could eat any kind of meat without batting an eye.

Just then, Krull, who had been silent on the side, walked up to the square table, his eyes showing a hint of annoyance.

"Gentlemen...why haven't you started eating yet? Are you dissatisfied with me, or is the food not to your liking?"

In fact, Davis had initially thought that Dr. Fran’s almost arrogant “lecture” would anger Krull, but he didn’t expect that Krull would wait quite a while before reacting.

But now that moment has finally arrived, how will she deal with it?

"Chef, I am not satisfied with your dining etiquette."

Fran looked at Krull without fear, then sighed quite seriously.

"As the chef of the Hanover residence, I was very disappointed to serve the dishes on cold plates. Is this the kind of food the Count usually eats? Such substandard dishes are not even worth trying."

"Take it back, reheat it, and then try it again."

As she said this, a hint of disdain flickered in her amber eyes at just the right moment, like that of a discerning connoisseur.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, this is my negligence..."

Looking at the attitude of the person in front of him, Krull felt for some reason that he was wrong. Somewhat bewildered, he picked up the plate and took it back to the stove to reheat it.

The fire was reignited, and soon the dishes, along with their plates, were heated.

"Madam, it's done as you requested..."

At this moment, his tone changed slightly; the fierceness was no longer obvious, and he sounded more like a chef eager to gain the approval of diners.

Just as Krull returned to the table with four plates, Fran deftly took out Haida's Hunter's standard pistol.

Without warning, she pulled the trigger and shot him in the left leg.

"boom!"

The arcane bullet, etched with the Hunter's Prayer, sparked a brilliant blue flame on his leg, causing Krull to stagger violently.

"Hmm~ I suddenly remembered that I was on a diet today and didn't eat meat."

The sudden gust of wind from the gun barrel lifted a corner of Chef Krull's apron, revealing her legs underneath.

His left leg was still intact, but his right leg... was just a stark white skeleton.

This is why he walks with a limp, and it's also the source of the "roasted pork foreleg" dish on the menu.

After leaving those words behind, Fran quickly got up and left the room.

Her steps were nimble and light, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye. Davis hurriedly followed, afraid of being left behind in the room.

Krul, whose only normal leg was shot, was too weak to give chase even if he wanted to...

At the same time, he was somewhat dazed, so much so that his anger only began to surge up belatedly after the two had completely walked away.

"Everything you just did was just to... fool me?"

Several dark veins bulged on Krull's forehead. But his left knee was shattered, making his steps falter as he chased after him out of the room...

—Hedgehog

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Useless thing, why is the soup taking so long to cook!

Chapter Forty-Nine: Close Advisors Under the Robe [Ghost Residence]

Perhaps because she had reverted to her teenage form, Fran ran with unusual lightness. However, she intentionally slowed down, lest Davis behind her fall behind.

After navigating several turns through the intricate and secluded corridors of the Hanover residence, she suddenly stopped. She then calmly raised her hand to tidy her slightly disheveled braid and the hem of her silk dress.

After all, Krul had already had all the flesh removed from his right leg to prepare meals, making him a "cripple," and his only remaining good leg was then shot precisely in the knee.

For an average person, this would be a "fatal injury" that could confine him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life...

There is absolutely no way he can catch up in the short term.

"Huff, huff..." Zero

Upon seeing Fran, Davis leaned against the wall with one hand, trying to catch his breath.

As a seasoned folklorist, he frequently travels between remote towns and desolate woodlands, and his physical stamina is quite good; he doesn't feel tired at the moment.

However, he was so frightened today that he was not used to the sudden strenuous exercise.

"Dr. Fran, he probably won't be able to catch up."

After catching his breath, Davis glanced back with lingering fear. The once spacious side hallway now appeared dark and cramped under the swirling darkness, instilling a sense of dread in him.

"Hmm." Fran nodded slightly, unsurprised.

"Alright, Father Ghosn's room is just ahead. Let's go check on him."

The priest's room?

Upon hearing this, Davis looked up at the guest room in the side hall in front of him.

He was the second to last to enter the guest rooms, so he vaguely remembered the locations of the other people's rooms. However, he had been led around the corridors several times by Fran, so his sense of direction was a little confused.

The doctor wandered around this maze-like side hall five or six times, yet still managed to pinpoint Father Ghosn's room precisely.

In broad daylight, Davis himself could manage this level of navigation. But now it was late at night, and only a few dim, flickering candles illuminated the vast mansion, making it extremely difficult to discern the route.

"Dr. Fran...why did you suddenly shoot Krull at that time?"

Before entering the priest's room, he asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Mr. Davis, this isn't a smart question, is it?"

Fran raised an eyebrow slightly, gripped the trigger guard with his index finger, and twirled the Hunter's standard pistol in his hand.

"If you don't leave then, do you really intend to eat the 'food' he made? Krull's room was stained with blood and bits of flesh. Who would have the appetite for food in such a filthy environment?"

“I have serious doubts about a chef’s skills if he can’t even guarantee the hygiene of the kitchen.”

Fran responded lightly to Davis, then raised his hand and yawned.

Although staying up late for long periods of time is almost a daily routine for her, she seems to be particularly prone to sleepiness now, looking like a little girl.

Hey, why didn't you mention "it's human flesh" as one of the reasons for not eating Krull's cooking? ★〃∷×

Davis vaguely sensed that the doctor's thought process differed slightly from that of a normal person. However, this trait, when applied to her... wasn't entirely unreasonable. After all, the line between genius and madness is often very thin.

He had heard before that this renowned doctor was an "eccentric." Seeing him now confirmed the truth of that view.

"Um, Dr. Fran... is Krull really dead?"

Davis's gaze became somewhat complicated as he recalled how Krul had chased after him out of the room.

His relationship with the navigator was not simply one of coercion, but rather a special bond, which is why he eventually forged his mentor's letter to enter the mansion.

Although Krull committed some of the most horrific acts imaginable during that ocean storm, he did manage to survive.

The answer to the question just now is already self-evident.

It is absolutely impossible for a living person to stand up after one leg has been stripped of flesh and the other leg has been shot. He had already been turned into some kind of "monster" by this mansion.

"Yes, he is dead." Fran confirmed this.

In fact, she had already come to this conclusion the moment she saw Krul. That's why she said that Krul walked with an "abnormally light" gait.

Because the navigator provided all the ingredients for the dishes on the menu, which came from his own body. Liver, brain, lungs, elbows... He was merely an empty, fleshy shell in the room, unaware that he was already dead.

"The reason I didn't fire right away was that I wanted to try to find the 'poem' in Krull's room, and at the same time observe his mental state more closely."

Fran calmly explained the five points, then raised his hand to prepare to open the door to the priest's room.

At that moment, she heard a noise coming from inside the room.

"Oh... demon, get out of this child's body!" A heavy panting sound.

“Mr. Ghosn, stop right now…”

The continuous, uninterrupted sounds of fleshy flesh were accompanied by the voices of the manservants at the Hanover mansion.

"Don't worry, child, I can feel it. The demon will be driven out soon... very soon..." the priest said in a trembling voice.

Fran narrowed his eyes slightly, and his hand paused for a moment.

Davis wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he seemed to see the doctor's smile stiffen slightly, then twitch outwards, before returning to normal a moment later.

"Well, if it's not convenient here, we can go to Ms. Tames's room first..."

Worried about disturbing Father Ghosn's "good time," Davis made a suggestion to Fran.

"No." Fran gently shook his head.

"In fact, I'm quite curious about what happened inside."

Curious? There's no need to explore something that's completely predictable, right? Besides, looking at such unclean images will give you a sty... Davis wanted to just answer Fran like that, but in the end, he held back.

"Davis, don't be fooled by appearances."

Fran's voice echoed softly.

At some point, she stopped using the suffix "sir" when addressing this folklorist, and her tone became as if she were instructing a student who wasn't very bright.

“For folklorists, keen observation is crucial. But when you were observing the dollhouse in my room, you overlooked a very important factor. Didn’t you notice? The identical male servant figurines… there are actually two of them.”

"This……"

Davis did see several male servant puppets at the time, but didn't pay much attention to them.

After all, this was a count's mansion, so it wouldn't be surprising if there were a hundred or so servants.

But Fran had indeed compared them carefully, and the two exquisite male servant figurines were indistinguishable. Even the moles on their necks were in the exact same position.

"So, the manservant in Ghosn's room is an illusion?"