The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"Peng!"

A chaotic burst of deep yellow flames erupted from the gaps in the mask's eyes, instantly turning the entire mask black.

Although Fran had stored the Mad Flame in the collection room, he could still summon the power representing the destruction of madness by virtue of the Mad Flame imprint that once existed on his body.

The mask was trying to corrupt her mind... in a way, it was a direct clash with the "Explosive Anti-Armor".

The smoke from the dark, swollen zhUAnqUn:九寺跁↓『而‰缌〗∶∶伞§々婈五 slowly rose, and the faint smell of burning feathers wafted through the air.

"call."

Fran exhaled a wisp of smoke as he examined the mask, which had been scorched by the mad fire.

[The Mask of Desire (Damaged)]

[Quality: Excellent]

[A power possessing distorted desires. By infusing spirituality or life force, it can overlay its dreams onto reality and distort them. Its original consciousness has been extinguished by the madness, leaving only a mutilated shell. However, it still possesses certain special effects...]

[Note: Courage is also violence, knowledge is also delusion, corruption is also life, and love is also desire. Uncontrolled emotions will inevitably lead to an abyss.]

"It seems that collecting antiques is a dangerous hobby."

Fran didn't look at the mask again, and with a rather uninterested expression, tossed it to Tames beside him.

"What's the matter, teacher?"

Looking at the mask in her hand, Tames asked a question with some confusion.

"A graduation gift for you. I've already dealt with its previous consciousness, reducing its danger. As for its use... experiment on your own."

Fran was no longer interested in the mask, so he gave it to Tames without hesitation.

A character like the Midnight Judge wouldn't be complete without a mask... Clearly, she needs this relic more than herself.

"...I understand, thank you."

Looking at the mask that still felt hot in her hand, Tames didn't refuse and obediently accepted it.

"But what exactly is the situation with Count Ferdinand...?"

"How should I describe it? It's a classic tragedy that's not surprising at all."

Fran began to speak softly.

"Even the most positive and ordinary desires can be transformed into irrational depravity under the right catalysis."

A lover whose beauty is so captivating, one longs to embrace her, bury one's face in her hair on her shoulder, inhale her fragrance, and savor her scent.

This should have been an ordinary emotion... but it could also be twisted and deformed into "tasting her flesh" in endless distortion, swallowing her into one's chest and abdomen, never to be separated again.

The same applies to his love for his daughter.

Protection is also possession, and ultimately it turns into taint.

That bloated, filthy mass, fervently pursuing the scent of silk flowers and jasmine, was precisely the embodiment of Ferdinand's desire.

"So, this relic is the source of the disaster?"

Davis asked the question with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.

"You can say that."

Fran nodded slightly, confirming the young folklorist's statement.

She then looked at Ferdinand on the bed.

The count, trapped in his delusions, was no longer pursued by memories and conscience, and calmly closed his eyes... in an almost serene posture.

He had already stopped breathing and had no pulse; his body was emaciated as if he had been dead for a long time.

Oh, it seems I've accidentally killed another patient. Being a doctor is tough... But it seems Count Ferdinand has no other family members, which in a way avoids the risk of doctor-patient conflict...

Fran bit her lip slightly, her amber eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of inexplicable guilt flashing across her face.

However, if death was what Ferdinand had always longed for, then he had achieved his wish. This situation would not affect the completion rating of the house call.

"Now that Ferdinand's illness has been cured, I should be going. I look forward to seeing you again, Tames."

"And you, Mr. Davis. If you don't plan to change careers, all I can do is wish you can live as long as possible..."

As he spoke, wisps of gray mist began to swirl around Fran.

Her figure gradually blended into the mist, becoming ethereal and indistinct.

"Oh, right, Tames. When you're collecting the body, remember to check under the bed in the room I was in. There might be a surprise... who knows."

Before the farewells had faded, the doctor had already disappeared into the billowing mist.

Witnessing this scene, Davis's throat trembled slightly. Although he tried to suppress it, the shock still welled up inside him.

The source of the disaster was resolved with a mere touch, and the ability to summon mist... No wonder Ms. Tames was so confident in her abilities. But can humanity truly master this level of mystery?

Or rather, is Dr. Fran... really human?

This trip to the mansion greatly shocked Davis's originally stable worldview, leaving him unable to recover for a long time, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.

Tames didn't seem to care much about it, after all, Fran had left in the same way last time...

However, it's still necessary to go and see what the teacher told you before leaving.

A few minutes later, Tames stepped into the count's daughter's room.

With Ferdinand's death, the Mask of Desire lost most of its power, and the dreamlike illusions that shrouded the mansion also faded away.

The dollhouse no longer accurately reflects the surrounding environment, and most of the ceramic figurines that once stood there are now gone.

Following Fran's instructions, Tames slowly leaned down and pressed her eyes against the dark underside of the bed.

Soon... she saw the curled-up corpse of a girl, seemingly long desiccated. The girl was wearing the same white silk dress that had appeared on Fran earlier.

At least this time, the child kept even his breathing quiet, and was not detected by anything in the mansion...

Just as she was about to collect the count's daughter's body, a delicate and melodious childish voice quietly rang in her ears.

"Sister... what are you doing in my room?"

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Soup! Vote! Needed!

Chapter 57 Standard Construction Templates

[Count Ferdinand's delusions have come to an end. The first quarter's house calls are complete, completion rate: S. Your next monthly house call will be triggered randomly next month.]

[This consultation fee: Unknown technology x1 (High quality. Unverified □∞ fee〃∶ group`∩：″≡》]”￠」‖ fixed)]

[Your resolution changes: Clinical Psychology (23% → 24%), Soul Shaping (17.1% → 18%).]

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While Fran was out, Sigrid browsed through the books on the bookshelves in the main hall of the clinic.

Although these texts may be considered taboo or heretical by outsiders, all of them that can be displayed have undergone Fran's special treatment and there is no possibility of them polluting people's minds.

The part that cannot be displayed... is buried deep within the collection room by Fran, and can only be opened with her personal authorization.

The book Sigrid was holding at that moment was titled "Introduction to Alchemy".

Its harmless name makes it stand out inconspicuously on the bookshelf.

It's like a general knowledge book for beginners, preventing those new to alchemy from becoming walking bomb-making machines.

But she felt a unique allure from this book. It was an indescribable longing, or perhaps a calling. Like the rich fragrance of roses, or the mellow sweetness of wine.

Opening this book, "Introduction to Alchemy," one will see the author's name as "Gloria Heinison."

Most people with some knowledge of the history of occultism have heard of this name... He was a great sorcerer who was above the high priest and had reached the seventh rank.

Even in the lost age when the White Cup Order was closest to the enlightenment of truth, Gloria, a believer in the senses, almost single-handedly touched the door to the final staircase. But, at the very moment before he was about to don the crown of divinity… he went mad.

After that, he became a saintly being devoid of thought, and perhaps the most powerful saintly being...

The book "Introduction to Alchemy, Volume Six," written by such a person, is indeed extremely attractive.

"High Sorcerer Gloria... So, this is a lost ancient text?"

Sigrid pursed her lips slightly and glanced back out the window.

Snowflakes, like goose feathers and willow catkins, drifted through the fog-shrouded streets, obscuring the view of the gray-white expanse. Luya was curled up on the sofa in Fran's usual spot, covered with a fleece blanket, seemingly having been asleep for a long time.

Although Dr. Fran had said that she could freely consult the books on the bookshelves in the main hall, Sigrid still felt inexplicably guilty at this moment...

She composed herself, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts, and then focused her attention on the book in her hands.

In the philosophy of the great sorcerer Gloria, known alchemy can be roughly divided into three categories.

That is, [Bio-alchemy], [Material alchemy], and [Spiritual alchemy].

However, he also explained that this classification is not absolute, and some alchemical procedures require mastery of more than two areas of knowledge. For example, the Sunforge Order's secret technique, "Dawn Reddening," can melt spirits into matter... The final product of this procedure is called the Philosopher's Stone.

At the same time, matter corresponds to "existence," so attempting to create things that do not exist in the material world is an extremely dangerous taboo. Even the slightest mistake could bring unimaginable disaster.

However, the ancient people of the lost era were never afraid of so-called taboos.

In this book, the archsor Gloria did indeed record an incomplete forbidden alchemical formula. Its name is... [Opening the Gate of Nothingness].

The words in the ancient texts are so ancient, yet so real, as if the great sorcerer is explaining the intricate mysteries of this world to you personally.

Incidentally, this book, *Introduction to Alchemy*, is written in Old Atilian. If Sigrid hadn't happened to be a craftswoman in the Order of the Sunforge and had some knowledge of alchemy, anyone else would probably have struggled to even understand the cover…

Moreover, Gloria's notes could only be placed next to the recipe book...

At this moment, Sigrid had a deeper understanding of the quality of Fran's book collection.

Just as she was about to turn to the next page, she suddenly felt a warm breath brush past her ear.

It seemed... someone was standing behind her. Sigrid turned her head and met those cunning amber eyes.

"Sigrid, what are you doing sneaking around like that?"

Fran's voice rang out softly.

When moving around, this doctor often maintains a feline posture, so much so that he makes no sound, not even when he's walking or opening a door. He could easily startle someone unexpectedly.

A slight smile played on her lips; she seemed unconcerned about the maid searching for books on the shelf. After all, the books were meant to be seen in the main hall, and in fact, she rather encouraged such behavior.

"what……"

Sigrid was slightly startled, but gradually returned to normal after seeing the familiar visitor.

"Dr. Fran, you made a house call so quickly this time. It feels like you just left the clinic and came back."

“Sigrid, that’s true for you. But I spent almost the entire night in a haunted mansion, and was chased by a pedophile slime monster during that time.”

Fran gave a languid explanation, then stretched wearily and yawned.

"No matter how long you spend at the quarterly clinic, it'll only be ten minutes in Fog Street. You'll see when I take you there next quarter."

As she spoke, she slowly walked towards the sofa in the main hall, intending to sit for a while.

Then, Fran saw Luya lying in her favorite spot with her hooves curled up, most of her body almost sunk into the soft velvet cushion.

At this moment, her chest, abdomen, and eyelashes rose and fell evenly with her breathing, and every now and then she would unconsciously tighten the blanket around her...

Such enviable sleep quality.

Fran did not disturb Luara, who was fast asleep. After instructing Sigrid to brew a pot of tea, he began to break down the payment for this house call.

Compensation for technical matters is purely for information and poses no danger.

Even if the technology obtained relates to methods for manufacturing dangerous substances such as "Geller's Iron Plague," there is no need to worry about the storage medium for information being contaminated.

[Combi-Stake Crossbow. STC fragment.]

[Quality; Excellent]

[This STC fragment contains manufacturing methods for both explosive bolt weapons and special crossbows. The resulting product is a composite, possessing the characteristics of both weapons.]

[Note: This STC does not include instructions on how to craft ammunition, hehe. :-D.]

Looking at the object in his hand that resembled a metal hard drive, Fran narrowed his eyes, and unconsciously stroked his chin, his expression subtle.

"STC fragments, I'm actually pretty lucky; my bad luck hasn't struck again in the last two years. But not providing the ammunition crafting method is a bit too malicious..."

Seeing her staring at the object in her hand, Sigrid, who was walking over with a teapot, couldn't help but curiously lean closer.