The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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She plans to add the phrase "know when to stop" to her future code of conduct.

Just as the young thief was silently noting down the first assignment, Fran gave her the second task.

"Secondly, I, Ba <「悟〔〕塶〕｜liu＄'∥≮￠丝」∫昭〈＼樹裙＇≯: need information about the 'Abyss Sea Clan,' preferably related to sea monsters."

"The Abyss Clan?"

Detrick's tone unconsciously carried a hint of surprise.

“They have been missing from the Abyss for many years. Especially the Heir Siren, the last sighting recorded within our order was at least ten years ago.”

"Hmm... I admit, it's quite difficult."

Fran rested his cheek on his hand, his tone remaining calm.

Detrica's reaction was entirely within her expectations. If the Abyss Familias were so easy to find, the Hunters' material reserves wouldn't have run out. Even if the Hunters didn't have any, White Cup should have some in stock.

"It doesn't have to be accurate information; even the slightest clue will do."

She did not intend to make things difficult for Detrick, so she simply stated her own needs without setting any hard targets.

"Hmm... if it's just this kind of news, there are a lot, but most of them are worthless rumors. A couple of days ago, a sailor said he saw a siren pulling on his hook, which is why he hasn't been able to catch any fish..."

Detrika pursed her lips, but ultimately said nothing more.

The situation was beyond my control; I had no choice but to comply. Besides, the client hadn't made any strict demands, so it was understandable that I couldn't find her…

"Here you go, this is the deposit. I hope you won't disappoint me next time we meet."

With that, Fran placed an old-fashioned Norrington gold coin into Detricka's hand.

Even after the passage of time, this gold coin still gleams with a dazzling metallic luster. Its obverse features the portrait of the first Meredith, while the reverse depicts the head of a sharp-eyed, fangless wolf.

"Okay... Thank you very much."

The young thief hurriedly took the ancient gold coin. After examining its texture, she felt a surge of delight.

He thought he would have to work for free after being caught, but he didn't expect the woman to be so generous with the payment, as if she wasn't worried at all about absconding with the money.

Detrick had accepted the gold coins and then cautiously began to speak.

“Ms. Vivian, shall I take my leave now? It’s not safe to stay here any longer. If that hunter starts searching, he’ll find this storage room sooner or later…”

"Ah."

Fran granted her request, and then took Bartley's butcher knife from his medicine box and tossed it to Detrica.

"Take it, your 'spoils.' A hunter's personal item; it will help with your advancement."

"This……"

Seeing the stolen goods she had recovered, the young thief felt inexplicably moved.

Even though she was already a prisoner, Ms. Vivian was willing to hand over her colleague's lost item again, and the price she offered was much more generous than that of ordinary clients... Um, is your Secret Service still hiring?

"Thank you so much..."

"Don't thank me yet, Miss Detrica."

Fran's tone was calm and gentle, as were his amber eyes.

“It is easy to get payment from me, but it is by no means a gift without a price.”

"If you try to break our agreement and run away... the outcome might not be pleasant, you know? Of course, I think neither of us wants that to happen, right?"

Her voice, accompanied by the dull thud of the surging tide, sent a chill down one's spine.

"Yes, Ms. Vivian... I will do my best to fulfill the contract within my capabilities."

Detrica responded cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Fran tapped his fingertip and plucked a small downy feather from the crow Munin on the back of his hand, then handed it to her.

"If you discover anything that needs to be communicated to me, use it to set up a summoning ritual. Hmm... if you encounter any danger during the exploration, you can also use it to get some extra help."

"Of course, there are other forms as well. When you fall asleep with the thought of calling my name in your heart, a messenger will come to find you."

"……I see."

With a touch of trepidation, Detrick accepted the soft down feather.

After that, Fran reached out and opened the locked door to the ship's storeroom, letting the six-eyed raven snatcher leave the room.

Stepping out of that dark and cramped cabin and feeling the sea breeze again, Detricka couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief.

Before she knew it, her blouse and the strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with cold sweat.

Even though Ms. Vivian maintained a friendly smile throughout, she still felt immense psychological pressure, as if she were facing an ancient mythical creature that would devour its prey.

Detrika did consider whether to take her spoils and flee after landing, but considering the risks involved, she ultimately abandoned the idea.

The Hunter's tracking ability is beyond doubt, and he doesn't want to become a target on those paranoids' lists.

Moreover, Ms. Vivian's request was not unreasonable and was well within acceptable limits.

call.

I wonder if, if I join the Secret Service, she could teach me the skill of taking the meat saw from me...

Shaking her head to dispel the turbulent thoughts, Detrick calmly began walking towards her room, like an ordinary passenger out for some sea breeze.

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Derica had already left, but Fran hadn't left the storeroom. He remained seated on the small wooden stool, legs crossed.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned.

Just then, Haida, dressed in a dark black nun's robe, appeared in the doorway. Her deep gray eyes narrowed slightly before fixing on Fran, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Although it's a bit impolite for Jiu to say it like that, whenever someone loses something, Hai San Da can't help but think of Fran. After all, Fran has secretly taken small items from her quite a few times... and each time she calls it keeping them as souvenirs.

But this time, Fran informed her of the raider's information in advance through the callbird.

"Dr. Fran, have you seen the plunderer who stole from Mr. Bartley?"

"Yes."

Fran readily admitted it.

"She showed remorse well; she's a good girl. I hope I don't end up having to go to her first..."

At this moment, Bartley's imposing figure slowly appeared behind Haida, and the two seemed to have come together.

"Oh? Doctor, are you preparing to 'lay the threads'?"

As he said this, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Letting a minor character leave first, then using that clue to delve deeper step by step... this is indeed a common tactic used by the Hunters of Mysteries. I never expected that this physician hired by the Funeral Court could execute it so skillfully.

"However, the Six-Eyed Raven is not among the evil ones, so even if we find their church stronghold, there's not much we can do. At most, we can teach them a lesson and demand some compensation."

Bartley licked his lips with a hint of regret.

It's a real shame; if it were those lunatics and wicked sons who committed the crimes, I'd have something to do...

"Fishing? No, that's not right."

Fran gently shook his index finger, as if he had other plans.

"That girl has some special qualities, so using her as 'bait' would be a waste. However, it will take some time for her usefulness to become apparent."

“Mr. Bartley, please put your meat saw on my tab for now. After that, I will choose a similar weapon for you.”

Bartley waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

Before boarding the ship, he was so itchy to fight that he asked Sister Haida to spar with him.

The final result was... a thoroughly satisfying defeat.

Without awakening his inner spirit, Bartley's every move would eventually be countered, while Heida remained effortlessly composed. This brought back to him the sense of powerlessness he felt against his supervising instructor during his reserve days. Nine

That's fantastic, especially considering Haida is so young!

Such an outstanding junior...could perhaps alleviate some of the Funeral Minister's obsession and suffering? (Scar)

Although she didn't know what Dr. Fran was planning, someone whom Sister Heda trusted so much was someone she could trust just as much.

"Just a knife. It's supposed to be a relic, but besides being made of [Pseudo-Plain Steel], it has no other abilities; it's just quite hard. Besides, I have another one." (Death)

Fran did not change his mind because of his modesty, and his expression remained quite firm.

"Well...that's true, but I don't have a habit of owing others anything. Since I gave you your weapon, you deserve appropriate compensation."

To satisfy Sigrid's passion for casting, she has recently been studying some old objects in her collection. Reverse engineering has made some progress, and she urgently needs a qualified weapons tester...

"Alright, then I'll accept the doctor's kind offer." Wu

Bartley didn't refuse further and readily agreed. However, he still didn't have high expectations for a weapon offered by a doctor.

Speaking of which, Sister Heda also had a sword that wasn't part of her standard weaponry.

The sword has a straight spine, a mirror-like blade, and its overall size and weight are far greater than usual, so much so that it must be carried on the back.

He could hardly hide his longing after just one glance...

According to Black Banyan's gossip, it seems to have come from the Sun-Casting Cult... but that old guy's sources are never very reliable, maybe it's just a relic he obtained during some exploration.

"As for that petty thief, I won't interfere. However, if there are any follow-up leads about the evil offspring, or if you need support, please let me know."

After a brief farewell, Bartley slowly walked towards his room.

“Sister Haida, it seems your colleagues are all quite nice. They weren’t even angry when they lost their weapons… Years ago, I wanted to use the Throne of the Judgement for some research, but I was hunted down by Yaheng across most of the North District.”

Fran turned around and teased the nun beside him with a slightly playful expression.

Upon hearing this, Haida's gray-chestnut eyes narrowed slightly.

“Oh, so the martial law in Norrington a few years ago was because of you… cough. If you had been willing to reveal your identity back then, Father would probably have agreed.”

The two exchanged a brief conversation, walked through the outer corridor of the Leviathan, and returned to their bedrooms one after the other.

The waves surged, and night deepened.

In Vivian's room, she was lying on her side, hugging a fleece quilt, her breathing even and gentle, as if she had been sleeping soundly for a long time.

After Fran gave her a seasickness pill, her symptoms did indeed improve significantly, but she also became quite drowsy... to the point that she spent almost the entire day curled up in her warm little bed.

With a silent flap of its wings, the crow Mu Ning flew into the room from outside the window and landed next to her cheek.

It raised its two black beaks and gently pecked Vivian a few times. It seemed quite dissatisfied with its three owners who were sleeping soundly in the room while it had to go to work overtime.

Even one of its feathers was plucked out...

However, Mu Ning's movements were very subtle, seemingly just a symbolic gesture.

Soon, it lay down next to Vivian's pillow, then picked up a few strands of hair and spread them in front of itself, ready to rest.

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soup!

Chapter Sixty-Two: Nifl. Gmilton

Life at sea was monotonous and dull. Stepping out of the cabin, all one could see was the deep blue, almost black, ocean waves. Everything in sight was unchanging; the ship was like an isolated island, and the sea was like a prison.

This easily raises the question of whether we are actually moving.

Therefore, finding a healthy and reasonable way to pass the time becomes the most important thing...

"The six-eyed raven reveals its jet-black wings at dawn and moonrise. It is a bird that snoops to seek the treasures of enlightenment, and also a penetrating the deep darkness of the earth. Anchored by the radiance of celestial bodies, it takes its form from the shadows that have fallen to the mortal world..."

At this moment, Vivian was in her room reading through the two secret books that Fran had given her.

That is, "Black Feather Secret Sequel" and "Mistyia's Night Ballad".

The former is a detailed explanation of the secret arts and rituals under the "Raven" system, while the latter is a mythological epic. Although it also records some ancient and invisible arts, most of them are extremely obscure and difficult to understand.

Most of the Raven Feather Secret Arts are related to three principles.

“Shadow”, “spying”, “theft”.

As Vivian perused the ancient book in her hands, a question that had been buried deep in her heart for a long time resurfaced.

Agents of the Secret Service are often called "Ravens," a nickname also used by the Ravens cult's raiders.

The two sides worship completely different deities, but their secret arts and styles of conduct are remarkably similar. This makes the Secret Court one of the most unique departments within the Order of the Mystics.