The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"It's just some collected snippets of information; feel free to browse through them. I've organized it into a timeline; you can find the relevant information by following the labels next to the shelves."

Although someone suddenly barged into her bedroom, and at a slightly inconvenient time, right after she had taken a shower... she still maintained politeness and respect towards the doctor in front of her.

If it weren't for Fran and Sister Heda's rescue in Norrington that day, she would probably have died in an attack by her own kind.

Therefore, Rosalie was only surprised by the doctor's sudden appearance, but not annoyed by the usual reaction to someone breaking into her home.

After all, she's not doing anything too private right now...

Fran took several copies of the victims' oral accounts, read them carefully, and then murmured to himself.

"Accompanying the tsunami and the evil offspring to descend upon Morion were the tolling of bells and songs. This is precisely the anomaly of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower. The information obtained from the Antscale Disciples also corroborates this. It seems that the Star Abyss Society is indeed secretly carrying out some kind of forbidden activity..."

"As expected, I still have to go there in person."

She put down the documents and then turned her gaze back to Rosalie beside her.

"By the way, Miss Rosalie, don't you have any questions for me about that 'Blood Plague Survey Record'?" Lin

With her biggest question raised, Rosalie pursed her lips and became serious. (Seven)

The blood plague is a curse originating from the deepest recesses of the bloodline, deeply rooted. Tumor.

Ever since the ancient people launched the Moon's Rebellion, it has relentlessly tormented every member of the Moon's Kin. From the beginning of the millennium to the present day, and investigations indicate that the onset of its effects is gradually becoming younger… Nine

From the original limit of a hundred years, now even some young vampires who are only eighty or ninety years old are showing symptoms.

“I am indeed very concerned about this… Dr. Fran, are all the medical plans you have written down feasible?”

"Of course." (Umbrella)

Fran responded quite frankly to her question.

“Although telling the truth is not within the professional code of conduct for doctors, I never lie about academic issues in the medical field. All three solutions I just mentioned are feasible and have precedents of successful treatment.”

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Rosalie felt an overwhelming surge of excitement rising from the bottom of her heart.

After the vampires were incorporated into the "Moon of Rebirth" and became part of the Moon's Favored Ones, they shed their old, undead skin and regained some of their former human characteristics.

For example, breathing, and heartbeat...

Therefore, at this moment she could feel her heart beating faster in her chest, and she could hear it clearly.

"Dr. Fran, the Moon Familia is willing to pay any price to cure this chronic disease. But I still don't quite understand how to implement the three plans you wrote down earlier?"

"Especially the third one, what is 'Ork'? ORK... that's a strange pronunciation. Is it some kind of ancient race?"

Upon hearing this, Fran's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up somewhat unnaturally, as if he was suppressing a smile.

"That's just my personal preference. Although it's quite feasible, it's better to ignore it. If you don't want to become war-crazed people with mushrooms in their heads... I personally recommend option two more."

"You mean using materials from shelled creatures? But they are an ancient race that existed even before the Dust Order era, so finding them might not be so easy..."

Rosalie's expression became somewhat troubled.

She wasn't worried about the veracity of the treatment plan the doctor was offering; rather, she was troubled by how to verify it. Most of the elders in the council were eccentric and required compelling evidence to convince them.

Fran seemed to have anticipated her response, and thus prepared her reply in advance, making it fluent and natural.

"Don't worry about that... I bought one in Foy a few days ago. Besides, it's not the only way."

“I have brought a patient who has recovered. If you hand him over to someone in the Moon Familia who is capable enough, he will naturally see the value of this technology.”

"Patients who have already recovered?"

Rosalie looked Fran up and down, and then observed the doctor's back; it seemed she was all alone.

Finally, her gaze settled on the medicine box Fran was carrying.

“Um, Dr. Fran, the person you're talking about wouldn't be…”

"Yes."

Fran smiled, opened the medicine box, and took out a small transparent box.

A bright red heart can be seen placed in a culture medium, and the twisted blood vessels are still pulsating slightly.

"Because it was quite troublesome to carry him as a whole, and this patient wasn't very easy to get along with, I divided him into more portable pieces. As for his name... I remember it was 'Regis Murdoch'."

"Speaking of which, he also had a younger brother named Lloyd. It's a pity he gave him to White Cup, otherwise he could have been used as a control experiment."

As Rosalie gazed at the slowly beating heart inside the transparent container, her eyes twitched involuntarily.

Although she knew that these creatures deserved their current state, seeing the organs and flesh of her own kind packed into small boxes like exhibits still made her physically uncomfortable.

"Please show me……"

Rosalie quickly overcame her inexplicable discomfort and picked up the transparent container to examine it closely.

Although she could sense through the properties of the spiritual essence that the object before her was the heart of one of her own kind, she would never have believed it came from a crazed monster tainted with blood plague had Fran not specifically pointed it out.

The spiritual essence contained within this heart was too pure. It was as if it had been bathed in moonlight, cleansing away all chaotic impurities.

"Dr. Fran, may I let an elder in my family take a look at this heart?" Q

"Of course. That's precisely why I'm giving it to you." U

Fran nodded slightly, agreeing to Rosalie's request.

After all, her purpose in coming to Mordway was to make contact with the higher-ups of the Moon Listeners, and besides... the Six-Eyed Raven Order's "First Habitat" was also located here.

"Please come with me."

With that, Rosalie immediately prepared to leave.

But then she noticed Fran was staring at her intently, his amber eyes holding a strange smile.

"What's wrong?" Qi

"Rosalie, are you really planning to go out like this?"

Only after Fran's reminder, caught up in her excitement, did she realize that she was still wearing only a thin bathrobe. It was slightly disheveled, and a glimpse of her white undergarment could even be seen through the gaps in the fabric. (Kyuu)

She felt inexplicably embarrassed, and then coughed lightly to cover it up.

"Excuse me... I'll change my clothes right away."

...San

While Golmouth was a lawless place in the conventional sense, transportation between its major cities remained relatively smooth. A quick round trip between Foy and Mordway was possible by steam trains produced by the White Cup Order, taking about two days.

Heda and Vivian also arrived in Mordway, but they are currently exploring the city on their own and have not traveled with Fran.

After all, in even more ancient times, the predecessors of the Moon Familia were also targets of the Hunters.

Although times have changed, strange emotions still inevitably arise when the two meet... In order to avoid unnecessary conflict, Haida ultimately chose to separate from Fran.

At this moment, Fran, led by Rosalie, was walking through the spacious courtyard.

While most members of the Moon Familia prefer to live alone, some reside in this neighborhood to facilitate handling family tasks assigned by the Elder Council. Most of them hold positions within the cult.

"Rosalie, could you tell me about the current internal situation of the Moon's Embrace? I don't have much contact with the Moon Familia."

They were still some distance from Rosalie's elder's residence, and Fran took the opportunity to inquire about some precautions.

"This... let me think about it."

The situation within the sect was quite complex, and Rosalie didn't know where to begin. She took some time to sort out her thoughts before she started to speak.

“In most cults, the real power lies with the ‘institutions.’ Like the four courts of the Hunters, or the various departments of the White Cup.”

“Our order, on the other hand, distributes power based on ‘families.’ Currently, the Noralia family, to which I belong, is the main lineage that holds the most seats in the Council of Elders, followed by the Murdoch family.”

"The Murdoch family is mostly composed of young radicals, and there are also some ambitious individuals who want to change the power structure..."

At this point, she couldn't help but think of the clansman who had assassinated her in Norrington.

Lloyd Murdoch... I heard that he later fell into the hands of the White Cup Order and was executed after being personally interrogated by Grantham.

Rosalie squinted at the container holding the heart in her hand.

To some extent, a clean and swift death is a form of mercy, rather than lingering in the world in the ugly state of wanting to die but being unable to.

Compared to Lloyd's brother, who became Dr. Fran's experimental subject, he was indeed the luckier one.

“Dr. Fran, the elder I’m taking you to see is an elder of Noralia. Jude Noralia. He holds the title of Marquis and is also my ‘grandfather’.”

Although she has a high-ranking direct relative, Rosalie is not considered a member of a traditional aristocratic family.

The kinship among the Moon Families is different from that among humans. Jude is almost the grandfather of all Noralia, and he is not closely related to her by blood.

"I see."

Although Rosalie's explanation was not detailed, Fran roughly understood the structure of the Cult of the Reborn Moon. However, she still had some questions about this member of the Moon Familia named Jude.

"Since Jude is a marquis, doesn't he have his own fiefdom and mansion? Why would he live in the same neighborhood as you?"

"About that..."

Upon hearing her words, Rosalie lowered her eyes slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"In fact, this entire 'Vanfna' street is Mr. Jude's residence. It is because he has a strong sense of family that he allows us young members to live here for a long time."

“In a place like Mordway where land is incredibly valuable, a block can cost far more than a manor house in the middle of nowhere.”

Fran opened his eyes as if suddenly realizing something, and then asked the next question with a slight smile.

"So... is he trustworthy enough?"

Hearing the doctor's words, Rosalie's eyes narrowed slightly.

She could sense that Fran's expression and tone at this moment lacked his usual lighthearted jokingness, and instead carried a sufficiently serious meaning.

“Mr. Jude is a just elder and the most steadfast defender of the ‘Bud Moon Oath’.”

"Sometimes he can be serious to the point of being rigid, but he is certainly fair enough."

After receiving her reply, Fran regained his relaxed demeanor and casually changed the subject.

"Don't worry about it too much, it was just a casual question."

Chatting casually along the way, the two soon arrived at Jude's residence. After the guards informed them, a servant led them into the inner courtyard.

The whole process didn't take too long, probably because the marquis didn't care much about security issues like assassinations... He himself was the most powerful vampire in the Noralia family, so who could protect him?

It was an exquisitely decorated ancient courtyard.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with black hair was sitting alone in a pavilion by the scenic lake, holding a crystal-carved goblet in his hand, with deep red wine swirling inside.

"Rosalie, what brings you here? If you want to restart the investigation into the Fallen City, then you can go back now."

"However... I think you came for something else. Otherwise, why would you bring a guest along?"

Jude's appearance and tone were quite different from those of an elderly person in the conventional sense. At first glance, he looked like a man in his early forties, in the prime of his life.

However, he would inadvertently use old Gulliver's words in his speech, which sounded obscure and outdated.

“Mr. Jude, a friend of mine wishes to see you. This is a ‘gift’ she brought.”

As she spoke, Rosalie showed the transparent container that held Regis's heart.

"Oh?"

Gazing at the heart, Jude involuntarily narrowed his bloodshot eyes. From this isolated organ, he sensed an indescribable purity.

"Is it made of lunar phase ethereal elements?"

“This heart… came from a member of our kind who suffered from the blood plague,” Rosalie added.

Upon hearing her answer, Jude's previously relaxed expression instantly became solemn and dignified.

He rose from the stone bench in the courtyard, and then, with a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, went to Rosalie's side and took the container holding her heart. (Eight)

"How is this possible? Every piece of flesh of a creature tainted by the blood plague is covered in filth. Even with the Sunforge craftsmen's cruel techniques, it would be difficult to completely cleanse it..."

"And he's still alive?"

As he said this, Jude's tone carried a hint of disbelief.

"Relax, Mr. Jude, don't frighten the child."

Fran suppressed his smile, picked up the hem of his doctor's coat, and gracefully and perfectly performed the traditional Breast Moon salute, a customary practice of the White Cup Order.

“This is a gift from Principal Grantham to you… You may call me Flamel, currently an honorary professor in the Faculty of Medicine.”

When she spoke these words, she also used the old and obscure Gorgormouth, but with the beautiful rhythm of reciting poetry... as if she knew the language better than Jude.

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