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Vivian replied.

"No need to change it, this name is excellent. It has a very Gormouth-esque style; when in doubt, just pick the name of a fish..."

"Please tell Dr. Fran that if I die and my body is still intact, the medical court may use it for experiments and organ harvesting without any hesitation."

Bartley grinned, revealing a rugged smile, and after saying goodbye, slowly walked into the shadows of the alley.

Vivian maintained her usual smile under the streetlights.

Only after the funeral director had completely walked away did she raise her hand to her cheek and remove the veil.

Fran casually put the veil into the pocket of his white coat, and then couldn't help but sigh.

"As expected of 'Marika's playfulness'... this little thing is indeed quite interesting."

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Chapter 87 The Secrets of Yue Ling

Early May, Modwell, at dusk.

As the sun and dusk completely set, the inky blackness of twilight quietly enveloped the sky. The hustle and bustle of the day had ended, and the night belonged to tranquility and peaceful slumber.

But for a small group of people, the arrival of night marks the true beginning of the day.

Just then, a small alarm clock emitted a crisp, noisy metallic knocking sound.

The next moment, a pale, bloodless hand emerged from the bed curtains and stopped the alarm clock beside it.

"Phew... It's so cold at night in winter! ~↓↓ up 6‰∪.杉≮≡泗ˉ誀约飞∝『羣～：Quick, I don't even feel like I've been sleeping for long."

Wearing only her undergarments, Rosalie slowly got up from under the covers and then, still somewhat sleepy, walked towards the master bedroom's bathroom.

She is a relatively young pure-blooded Moon Familia, and therefore retains most of her human habits.

She removed her remaining clothes, adjusted the temperature, and turned on the shower in the bathroom. A misty atmosphere rose quietly, accompanied by the gentle sound of running water.

As the warm, slightly hot water flowed over her skin, Rosalie's groggy, waking-up feeling gradually subsided.

Ever since her trip to Norrington, her sleep quality has become exceptionally good, to the point that many times she doesn't want to get out of bed at all. Or she might open her eyes only to find it's already late at night, with only a few hours left until dawn, so she might as well go back to sleep.

In addition, Rosalie also kept having strange, indescribable dreams...

In her dreams, she is always busy in a laboratory full of instruments from a first-person perspective, studying all sorts of strange and grotesque creatures. And every now and then she writes down an experimental record that she can't understand at all.

On one occasion, Rosalie even saw a man lying in a petri dish, his body mangled and broken.

Pale skin, blood-red eyes, and teeth that had mutated into fangs... Without a doubt, it was one of his own kind.

Every part of him that was peeled off still retained the vitality of life... but that state could hardly be called living.

The records of that experiment were titled "Records of Blood Plague Investigations." The cover of the file was stamped with the words "Conquered."

"This is the downside of the Noralia family's secret talent; strange memories always pop into my head when I'm sleeping..."

That being said, those scattered memories weren't a nightmare for Rosalie. Rather, each time she glimpsed those dreams, she would sleep soundly and contentedly for the rest of the day.

It felt as if I were the researcher busy in the laboratory, and I was immersed in a great sense of pleasure every time I conducted an experiment.

The Noralia family's secret technique allows them to extract information and memories from others' blood, provided the blood is of sufficient quality. And in recent times, the only qualified blood donor... seems to be Dr. Fran.

The doctor's memory was far more vast and unpredictable than imagined, and it seemed to possess a kind of self-awareness, selectively showing Rosalie certain fragments.

Whenever she tried to peer inside, she could only see an indescribable void.

I shouldn't have drunk Dr. Fran's blood that day. Who knew it would have such a strong aftereffect... Rosalie leaned against the wall and spoke for a moment.

However, at that time she was in a state of confusion and serious injury, and was unable to resist the sweet smell of high-quality blood. Almost instinctively, she brought her lips to the wound on the other person's wrist.

Rosalie turned off the water tap, picked up a towel from the side, and wiped the water droplets from her skin. Then she dried her wet, long black hair and wrapped it in a headscarf.

She changed into new underwear and a bathrobe, then sat down at the desk and began organizing a paper file.

Those are investigation documents about Morion, the "Lost City".

It contains numerous oral accounts from refugees, as well as many official reports from different periods.

As an investigative journalist, uncovering the truth behind the Morion disaster was also within Rosalie's job responsibilities. In fact, many of the Mordway newspaper's reports on the incident were written by her.

However, as her investigation deepened, many doubts pointed to the Star Abyss Society... Some people said they heard bells and songs, and saw some residents who were originally fleeing suddenly rushing towards the coast.

As a result, Rosalie's subsequent investigations faced unprecedented resistance. She even sometimes encountered stalkers and tailers when she went out.

If it weren't for the support of the Moon Clan Elders, the situation probably wouldn't be as peaceful as it is now... But a few months ago, the Elders also issued an order requiring him not to get too involved.

That is why Rosalie was sent to Norrington as an envoy on an overseas mission.

Now that she has returned to Gormouth, she has nothing to do for the time being, so she can only spend her spare time reviewing the relevant records and notes of the lost city over and over again.

"It was midday, but black clouds almost covered the entire sky. I grew up in Morion and have seen countless storms from the Abyss, but none were as fierce as that day. The black seawater almost flooded the city, leaving no place to escape."

“Those scaly, tentacled monsters filled every corner of the city like cockroaches, constantly opening their mandibles and emitting shrieks… but I couldn’t hear them. Some people seemed to be able to hear them, but those who did cover their ears and screamed in agony.”

"I have personally witnessed some people become ecstatic after hearing some unknown sound, and without warning, they give up resisting."

This statement comes from a middle-aged man who works at a carriage rental company in Morion. Their company is located on the outskirts of the city, which is why they escaped the disaster thanks to their beloved horse's galloping journey.

"Alas, it's a pity I'm not a war correspondent and I don't have any experience in this area... otherwise I could have gone to Morion to see for myself."

Rosalie twirled the pen between her fingers and said with some regret.

Morion has now become a land-based lair for the evil creatures of the Abyss, a true "dead city." Although the Mordway Royal Court has been proclaiming its intention to eradicate it, the strategic planning for this matter cannot be completed overnight and will likely take several more years before it is officially put on the agenda.

After her hair had dried considerably, she took off her headscarf and went to the freezer on the side.

"Hmm... what should we eat today?"

Looking at the many labeled blood bags in the freezer, Rosalie hesitated slightly as she made her selection.

7 Most of these labels are dish names, such as "Modway Cheese Roasted Meat Pizza", "Rosemary Fried Lamb Chops", "Bacon Fried Egg Toast", and even "Kiwi Sundae" from Lark Dessert House.

"It's so much better in Mordway. You can even choose the type of food yourself... Before, in Norlington, all we got was a special supply of hospital blood plasma in white cups."

Rosalie watched for a while, then took out a blood bag labeled "Bacon and Egg Toast" from the freezer, opened the bag, and began to drink.

Mordway is home to the elders of the Moon Familia, and as a result, the service industry in this area is exceptionally developed. Many high-quality servants eat on an empty stomach and then wait for a digestion cycle before having their blood drawn for use.

4 Where there is demand, there is a market, especially since the Moon Familia are known for their generous offers...

In fact, as long as there is careful and meticulous planning and operation, the Moon's Kin and humans can maintain a harmonious and mutually beneficial cyclical feeding relationship.

After all, all they need is blood, and they don't require any additional medical processing.

"call……"

Rosalie put down the blood bag with a sense of satisfaction, and then began to try her best to recall the contents of the "Blood Plague Research Record" from her dream.

Although she found it hard to believe that Fran, as a human healer, could cure the bloodline ailments that countless Moon Familias had been unable to overcome even after an entire era, she still felt a strong interest in it.

What if she really makes a breakthrough in this area? And even if it's not a complete solution, even if it's only a partial achievement, it would still be extremely valuable to the Moon Familia.

But dreams are fleeting illusions, forgotten once one awakens. Rosalie must write them down as quickly as possible while they are still vivid in her mind.

"Experimental subject, Regis Murdoch, a member of the Moon's Familia. Suffering from the disease 'Blood Plague'. Age between 340 and 360."

Symptoms: An uncontrollable craving for blood, accompanied by intense mania. Reason is lost when smelling flesh and blood of high spiritual quality. The body also undergoes abnormal changes.

"Diagnosis: Unlike 'Red Thirst,' which stems from a deep-seated genetic defect and is more akin to a hereditary stress response, Blood Plague is a biological curse. Because this curse is ingrained in the bloodline, most conventional treatments only provide temporary relief."

"Solution..."

By the time Rosalie finished writing this part, the image of her dream had become extremely blurry, like a windowpane covered by mist, making it difficult to see through.

Just then, a soft voice quietly sounded in her ear.

"Solution 1: Use high-purity lunar phase spiritual essence to cleanse the soul and reshape the body. The side effect is that the surgery is extremely dangerous, and even with the strong physique of the Moon Clan, there is a risk of failure of more than 60%."

"Solution to Fang Zhaoshu's skirt: 8℃; ...Li Lu San Si! Case Two: Introduce materials from the shell-like species of the Dust Order Era, and ingest the highest-grade moth-like spirit essence to antagonize and reverse the bloodline curse originating from the 'Cup'. This surgery also carries a risk of over 30%."

"Solution 3: Implant a portion of the Orc's genetic information and make them believe for the rest of their lives that they will not contract the Blood Plague. The surgery is not dangerous, but it will cause greening of the skin and make the patient prone to using 'WAAAGH' as a verbal tic."

The man's recitation was clear and rapid, as if he were so familiar with the contents of the notes that he could recite them from memory.

Upon hearing this, Rosalie suddenly felt her predicament clear up, and the vague content in her dream became clear as well.

"Oh, thank you so much..."

Rosalie was in a highly focused state of recollection and hadn't yet grasped what was unusual. It wasn't until she was about to put pen to paper that she suddenly realized something seemed amiss.

Her residence is located in the Moon Familia neighborhood, which has the best security in Mordway, and she has been keeping a low profile lately... so how could someone suddenly appear in her bedroom?

"what!"

Rosalie let out a panicked scream and looked back in fear. Then she met a pair of amber eyes.

Before she knew it, Fran had appeared in her bedroom, gazing leisurely at the files and documents on her desk.

The two were so close that Rosalie could even smell the faint scent of osmanthus on the other person.

It has a rich but not pungent aroma, delicate and subtle, almost imperceptible. Just smelling it seems to soothe a tense mind.

"...Dr. Fran? Is that you?"

Rosalie asked cautiously.

In her mind, that doctor should be far away in Norrington, across the ocean. Could her delusions be worsening, and the person before her be a hallucination from her dream? This was no good sign…

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Don't worry, Rosalie, you don't have delusions. Those dreams are just a minor effect of my blood; they won't cause you too much inconvenience."

As if to prove his own existence, Fran picked up a paper file about the lost city and began to read it.

"Hmm... your investigation data is much more comprehensive than Foy's."

There is virtually no firsthand information about the Morion disaster in Foy; what we have is either heavily embellished official statements or absurd rumors circulating in the streets. It's essentially useless as a reference.

Seeing that Fran was indeed real, Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief.

However, doubts soon followed.

"Um, Dr. Fran, why did you appear in Mordway? And... how did you get into my house?"

She pulled her thin black bathrobe tighter around herself and asked, slightly puzzled.

"I found you the same way I found you in Norrington. Don't worry, Rosalie, no one will see me in this neighborhood."

"Hmm...and I'm wearing new shoes, so they won't get your bedroom blankets and floor dirty."

As he spoke, Fran showed off his thick-soled leather shoes.

These shoes are impeccably crafted and fit snugly, providing a near-perfect support for the soles of the feet. They feature a matte Mary Jane style with black straps cinched at the slender ankles.

Rosalie felt that the other party's answer seemed to have no problem, but upon closer examination, it was as if he had said nothing at all.

Oh, damn, this is so typical of Dr. Fran's speaking style...

"Alright... so what brings you here?"

"I intend to learn some things about Gormouth's past from the Moon Familia, about the Fallen City, the Star Abyss Society, the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower... and the Curse of the Abyss."

Fran recounted the purpose of his trip in an orderly and methodical manner, his words flowing smoothly and deliberately.

"I originally intended to learn about it through other channels. But then I realized that the Moon Familia generally possesses the characteristics of longevity, and individuals over a hundred years old are commonplace... Therefore, your records of these secret histories should be more reliable."

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Chapter 88 Honorary Professor

"The secret history of the Curse of the Abyss is too distant. My investigation materials only contain news from recent years, but our sect's library should have some."

As she spoke, Rosalie lowered her eyes somewhat guiltily.

"Although I come from the Noralia family, I am too young and do not yet have the authority to access important documents..."

Fran was not surprised by this, and even offered a reassuring remark with a relaxed expression.

“It’s alright, I never need anyone’s help to go to places like the library… Besides, Rosalie, the news materials you have here are quite interesting. Could I borrow them to take a look?”

Rosalie did not refuse.