The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Chapter 86 Chainsaw Crack

Norrington, Fog Street Clinic, Living Room.

Having completed his April house calls, Fran was in a much better mood.

The inchworm's injuries are relatively basic organ losses, which can be treated with the simplest and most efficient methods. Therefore, not much effort was required.

By Fran's standards, he wouldn't even qualify as an emergency case.

This doctor had witnessed far more severe cases than this. Missing limbs, eroded by chaotic decay, spines ripped out along with the skull, or chests shattered by explosive gunshots…

In comparison, the inchworm's condition can only be considered "mild".

However, as a casually placed piece, it might have unexpected effects...

Frankl was neither a staff member nor a strategist, and had no interest in arranging or planning major events. His decision not to refuse the inchworm's offer of service stemmed primarily from a doctor's professional concern for his patient.

After all, she has a habit of conducting follow-up visits after patients recover. If a patient she's treated dies in some unknown corner within a couple of days, it would be a very difficult situation for her…

Speaking of which, Fran is now more interested in that Nightmare Guest.

He stole Dorothy's right eye in Norrington through a sneak attack and kidnapping, without revealing any significant strength throughout the process... Therefore, most people only considered him an arrogant petty thief.

Fran was no exception.

However, after learning about Nightmare Guest's background from the High Priest of Ash Scars, she became slightly interested in this guy.

Through counter-tracking and diversionary tactics, the Six-Eyed Raven Cult mistakenly believed that they had retreated to the fallen city of Morion. Then, they suddenly appeared in Foy and, with only a minimal amount of spiritual power, took away the inchworm's left eye...

For a third-tier Tantric disciple, this is certainly a resume to be proud of.

Furthermore, this wasn't the only thing Fran cared about.

[S-66 fades to pure white.] Able to erase the spirit of the target, the Nightmare Guest should theoretically be no different from an ordinary person now. How exactly did he manage to use the Raven Feather Secret Technique with the completely unrelated spiritual power of the Lamp?

Furthermore, the Ravenfeather High Priest's ascension ceremony requires a sufficiently qualified "stolen item" as a medium, with no strict requirements regarding the type of the stolen item itself. Why then is the Nightmare Keeper so obsessed with acquiring eyes?

What that guy is planning might not be a simple promotion...

Fran tried to dispel the wild speculations in her mind, her gaze falling on the exquisite light brown veil in her hand.

That was the payment she received for her house call.

【Mimetic Veil (Weaver; Iwinie)】

[Quality: Excellent]

[Effect: Consumes a certain amount of spiritual energy, allowing the wearer to mimic a person or thing they are sufficiently familiar with. The change in size before and after mimicry cannot exceed 60%. Furthermore, the accuracy of the mimicry depends on the wearer's skill level.]

[Note: The original item was a treasure of the border city of Rodel. After being reshaped and modified by Ivenne, it became usable in other realms.]

This veil offers a flexible and powerful camouflage effect, suitable for almost any occasion. It is a coveted treasure for anyone engaged in clandestine work.

However, it didn't really help Fran at all... Even without mimicry, the doctor could easily change her appearance. It's just that doing so was rather troublesome, so she almost never used it.

"Hmm... I need to think carefully about how to make the most of this veil's effect."

Fran licked his lips, his amber eyes shimmering slightly, as if inspiration was flowing from them.

Just as she was planning what kind of theft she should use to advance her [Crown Thief] talent, Sigrid walked over carrying a large display box.

Her expression was one of visible joy, her molten gold eyes sparkling with excitement. A slight blush even crept onto her cheeks.

"Dr. Fran, I have completed the remelting and reshaping of the chainsaw sword. Please inspect it."

"Thank you for your hard work, Sigrid."

Fran smiled as he took the weapon case, took out the heavy chainsaw sword, and weighed it in his hand.

It was warm, yet it harbored the intense heat of midday sun.

Any casting forged and molded by Sigrid seems to bear her imprint to some degree.

【Carabiner (formerly Mark X General Chainsaw Sword)】

[Quality: Average]

[Effect: Heavier! Stronger! Easier to tear flesh! ...And not as easy to break down.]

[Note: The sword contains a secret furnace core for power, which can be charged using spiritual materials, its own spirituality, and sunlight. The forger also etched two Sun-Forging Inscriptions for repair and remelting, and incorporated a small amount of living metal, allowing it to self-repair before the serrated chain is 20% damaged.]

Sigrid possessed an almost demanding rigor when it came to casting things that she herself had worked on.

She will make the most of the tool's strengths while trying to make up for its weaknesses, striving to eliminate any technical flaws.

To solve the problem of chainsaw weapons easily breaking down mid-strike, this craftsman put in a lot of effort...≮〃≤★￠

Fran infused a bit of spiritual energy into the secret furnace, then activated the mechanism on the sword hilt, and the monomolecular-sharpened serrated chain immediately began to spin at high speed.

A steady yet jarring sound of rotation followed.

"To be able to optimize the original with only partial information is truly amazing talent and learning ability... Sigrid, your casting skills may have surpassed mine?"

She said it with a hint of approval.

"Please don't say that. I've simply reproduced the techniques of those who came before me, adding some of my own ideas as well..."

Sigrid lowered her head slightly, placing her hands at her sides, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"You're being too modest. Even if other people mastered the STC template, most of them could only follow the rules and mass-produce products."

At this point, Fran seemed to have thought of something and inquired about the AI.

"By the way, Sigrid, how's Tinuville doing lately?"

"Ms. Tinuvel gave me a lot of helpful advice during the forging process. Without her assistance, if I had completed the remelting and reshaping of this sword by myself, the time would probably have been twice as long."

Sigrid told the truth.

Fran did not express surprise at this.

Fearing she might trigger a stress reaction in Tinuville, she hadn't met with the AI, leaving almost all contact and communication to Sigrid.

Since the two get along so well, I won't interfere any further.

"Oh... speaking of which, why did you come up with the name 'Tinuville' for her?"

Fran was quite curious about this. The name was uncommon and must have a special meaning.

er柶lin肆'∪∴,wu'∈蕗…∷蕗○)謝§~:“This…”

Upon hearing Fran's question, Sigrid paused for a moment, then slowly spoke after carefully considering her words.

“When I was still with the Sunforge Order in Norrington East, a ‘Sunrider’ lady took care of me from a young age. She was strict yet kind, and could be considered my only family. And because of that…”

"I want to name that AI after her in memory."

Her expression didn't change much, but there was a hint of melancholy in her words.

"I understand." Fran nodded slightly.

Since it is "as a memorial," it means that the Fallen Sun Rider also died in the disaster caused by the [Final Program]... In the burning and scorching of his faith, his body and soul were refined into the pure Philosopher's Stone.

Although Sigrid has moved on from the trauma of that day, it is clearly not a happy topic.

After putting the chainsaw sword "Sharktooth" into the medicine box, Fran reached out her hand to Sigrid.

"Spending all day forging iron in the clinic can make you gloomy. The chainsaw sword is finished now... Come with me to Gormouth for a stroll."

"Ah."

Sigrid readily agreed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As the bright sunlight flashed, she transformed into the ceremonial sword "Pseudo-Sun." Fran then hung it at his waist, concealing it beneath the hem of his white coat.

In fact, Sigrid's return to her sword form wasn't simply for disguise; it was also because it was her most energy-efficient and comfortable form.

Besides, having Dr. Fran wear it close to her clothes gave her a strange sense of security and peace. The burning sensation that she usually needed to quell by forging iron also seemed to disappear without a trace.

"Sigh... I have to walk back for more than ten minutes again. Fortunately, I probably won't need to make such a troublesome round trip again in the future."

Pushing open the door and stepping out of the clinic, Fran looked at the endless foggy street before him and couldn't help but sigh softly.

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117 Oddington Street, Detrica's residence.

Bartley removed the gauze wrapped around Lin's chest. Lin glanced at the spot where the wound should have been, only to find that the skin had already healed. Even the scar had become blurred.

Hunters possess physical strength beyond that of ordinary people and are less susceptible to injury from weapons, but they are still ultimately weak mortals.

Based on his own experience, it would take at least a month or two to heal to this extent. That's with the medical court providing the medication.

"Strange thing."

Bartley stretched his arms to make sure they were flexible again before picking up his luggage.

The "Nightmare" actually colluded with that old woman, Tongisa, to ambush him, and almost killed him... This shows that his intelligence network is far more sophisticated than imagined, and his style of doing things is more dangerous than expected.

This kind of guy is definitely not just a simple "petty thief," and we must take him seriously.

Bartley had been staying at Detrica's house for some time, mainly to recuperate from his injuries and restore his spirituality. While the [Blood Burning] technique could temporarily transform a mortal into a ferocious beast capable of contending with evil offspring, its side effects and energy consumption were equally significant.

Now that he has basically recovered, it is no longer convenient for him to stay at the little girl's house.

Damn it, if Hei Rong finds out about this embarrassing thing, he'll laugh at me for a year...

After leaving a thank-you note and a few Norrington silver coins for the cost of medicine for the next two days, Bartley got up and left Detrica's residence.

Just as he stepped out the door and was about to enter the street, he saw a young girl in a detective's trench coat waiting quietly under the dim streetlights.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bartley."

Vivian slowly lowered the brim of her agent's hat and gave an elegant bow.

Bartley wasn't too surprised to see who it was.

Detrica was Vivian's informant, so it's normal that she knew her position. There's nothing strange about it.

"It's you... Miss Vivian. Are you here to mock me? No problem, I accept it. Consider this a debt I owe your Secret Service."

"You are serious."

Vivian simply maintained her smile, ignoring the other person's teasing, and changed the subject to business.

"Remember? Dr. Fran promised to give you a new weapon, and now she asked me to give it to you. Please accept it."

"She specifically mentioned that this would be a surprise."

As she spoke, she picked up a wooden weapon case and handed it to Bartley.

"Hmm...it seems that's true. Okay, please thank her for me."

Bartley never had high expectations for the weapons a doctor could provide. However, out of respect for the Medical Court, he accepted the weapon case.

The alleyways of Oddington Street were dark and deserted, with no pedestrians in sight. He simply opened the box, wanting to see what kind of "surprise" the other party could bring him.

Upon catching a glimpse of what was placed in the wooden box, Bartley's eyes narrowed.

In an instant, his expression was filled with uncontrollable shock and amazement. His gaze seemed to be magnetic, unable to look away from the chainsaw sword.

The meticulously crafted structure, the rough, serrated chain, and the blade's form, all imbued with a violent aesthetic...

"This is just...so beautiful."

When Bartley was approached by the waitress at the Black Sea tavern, he didn't even raise an eyebrow, but when he saw this sword, he felt a soul-stirring intoxication and resonance, to the point that his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

After a moment, he came to his senses and then asked somewhat urgently about the sword's specific performance.

"Miss Vivian, how practical and durable is it? And how should it be powered, and what kind of energy does it use?"

"This sword boasts the finest craftsmanship, so there's no need to worry about its reliability. It's powered by a trigger on the hilt, using spiritual energy and sunlight as its energy source. Of course, sunlight is less efficient, so it's best to use materials imbued with spiritual energy."

Vivian introduced the four parts as if they were her own treasures, and then gave instructions on how to use them.

Feeling the heavy touch of the chainsaw sword in his hand, Bartley's breathing became heavy.

Tearing apart the body of a wicked heir with this thing, watching blood and bone fragments splatter everywhere... how wonderful that must feel!

He took some time to calm his agitation, then sheathed the sword in his hand.

"What's the name of this sword?"

"The foundry calls it 'Cracked Shark'. Of course, you can choose whatever you like."