The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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This caused her face to flush uncontrollably, her legs to feel inexplicably weak, her breathing to become increasingly heavy, and for a moment she could hardly maintain her balance.

"Hoo... Be careful, the scent of these flowers contains... some kind of poison..."

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soup!

(I accidentally lost my perfect attendance record a few days ago, which damaged my Dao heart a bit and affected my condition. I've been adjusting for a few days now.)

Chapter 114 Arrogant Aspirations

Rosalie felt waves of burning heat rising on her cheeks, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

This indescribable heat subtly seeped into her bones and marrow, penetrating every part of her body… She clenched her teeth, but still unconsciously reached out to stroke the skin of her neck. She genuinely enjoyed the sensation of her fingertips caressing her skin, almost to the point of intoxication.

"Composed of a dark golden, spiritual substance, its shape resembles a tulip... It is 'Desire Flower'. We have probably stumbled upon one of Karmion's tombs."

Utus quickly identified the source of the sweet smell around him, then muttered something before covering his mouth and nose.

He deftly retrieved several white-cup style faceplates from the storage bag behind him and distributed them one by one. He first helped Rosalie, who was not in good condition, put on the faceplate.

"This is a disposable gadget made by the Department of Mechanical Engineering. The filter layer is made from extracted spiritual materials. It can forcibly boost the spirit and isolate the effects of such special auras. However, the spiritual essence of the filter layer will continue to dissipate after activation, so the mask will become ineffective in about 10 hours."

While helping the reporter put on her face mask, Utus also methodically introduced the products produced by his order, giving off the air of a knowledgeable sales assistant at a specialty store.

"Huff... huff..."

After securing her faceplate, Rosalie began to breathe heavily.

She could smell a strong wormwood scent in the filter layer, which rushed into and filled her lungs with each inhalation, instantly dispelling the previous hot and itchy intoxicating feeling.

0. Although the White Cup Order uses "cup" in its name, it is not particularly knowledgeable about flesh, pain, and desire.

However, they are quite adept at dealing with enemies and special influences in this area...

"Miss Rosalie, are you feeling any better?"

Utus stroked his chin, observing and questioning Rosalie.

Although he was quite confident in the effects of this mask, the testers for this product were all humans, and it was uncertain whether it would have the same effect when applied to the Moon Familiar.

"Thank you for your concern, I feel much better."

Rosalie had just recovered from that confused state and only had the strength to respond after a few breaths.

The inchworm's eyes narrowed slightly as it gazed with a complex expression at the golden flowers swaying and blooming in the distant gravel flowerbed.

“Yu Hui… I never expected to see this here. And it’s not just a single branch, but the entire flowerbed.”

"Oh? You recognize this thing?"

Upon hearing the inchworm's exclamation, Bartley immediately pressed for details.

"Yes, I do know about it. There are quite a few records about it in the archives of the Misty Society."

The inchworm made no attempt to hide its knowledge and readily agreed, then began to recount its understanding of this type of flower.

"Naturally growing Desire Flower disappeared in the Lost Age. What exists today are either dried specimens from a thousand years ago or bottled oil extracts. However, its flowers can still be obtained through a special third-class ritual."

"However, those flowers were created using a secret ritual. Although they possess the basic vitality of plants, they will wither uncontrollably as soon as they lose human maintenance."

"As for its effects... I think you all have your own experience, so there's no need to elaborate."

As he said this, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed lightly, displaying a rather reserved demeanor.

The essence and scent of the Desire Flower can stimulate and catalyze the most basic reproductive instincts of living beings, arousing an impatient and uncontrollable desire for mating. The Moon's Kin are exceptionally sensitive to the Cup-like Spirit Essence, and thus Rosalie developed specific symptoms in a very short time.

This sensitivity is also a "traces" left over from the Moonborn's time as vampires.

Rosalie, just moments before, was not only consumed by burning desire, but also yearned to tear through the skin and arteries of her kissing lover, to drink deeply of the fresh blood gushing from him, to bathe in that sweet, thick, crimson liquid. (Neighbor)

Fortunately, one of the professors present was highly experienced in this situation and had a specific method for dealing with it. Otherwise, the situation might have escalated in an indescribable direction...

Oh, not necessarily. There's another experienced hunter here; he'll knock Rosalie unconscious before she does anything unusual. Seven

At this moment, Bartley narrowed his eyes, cautiously surveying everyone, and only spoke slowly after confirming that nothing was amiss. 6

"Let's keep going. I want to see what this secret place holds. The gas masks last for ten hours, which is more than enough for us to explore the whole place, and then burn it down..."

"Moreover, the flower garden we are in is too open, with nowhere to hide. We don't know if the evil creatures from the Abyss will appear in the secret realm after daybreak. We must try to move immediately."

In the lingering scent of desire that had just assaulted him, he was the one with the least symptoms; the others all exhibited some basic "physiological reactions" to varying degrees.

If it weren't for Rosalie's reminder, this guy would have taken much longer to notice the unusual sweet scent.

As a funeral director, Bartley possesses a small amount of the spiritual essence of winter and blade. This gives him extraordinary mental resilience, making him less susceptible to such external interference.

"Ah."

Utus expressed his agreement.

The secret realm is an isolated boundary outside of reality, its internal structure completely unknown. This renders their original environmental research and travel plans regarding the fallen city of Morion meaningless.

Now, all they can do is play it by ear... that is, take it one step at a time.

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Foggy Street, Mordeville Ridge Palace.

Recently, besides spending her days in the palace in the Fog City, Shitia has also occasionally gone out to some secluded places in the real world to relax, accompanied by Sigrid.

Although this descendant of the Heir clan preferred to go to a bustling and prosperous area, the entire Mordway was currently under close surveillance by the Star Abyss Society, and appearing rashly could lead to exposure.

Even in remote places, one must still be careful to disguise oneself.

Xitia's magnificent ancient noble attire from the Heil remnants was simply too eye-catching, and her appearance and demeanor were even more striking. Even a fleeting glance from afar would leave a lasting and powerful impression on an ordinary person.

Therefore, Fran picked out a dress from his wardrobe full of cocktail dresses and white coats, made some minor alterations, and gave it to her as everyday wear.

At this moment, Shitia was dressed in a proper doctor's coat, gazing at the distant city from the top of a mountain far from the city of Mordway.

The stars and moon at dusk, the city lights, and the towering palaces of the Gaelonson royal court made of white stone... all were reflected in her azure eyes.

Her expression was calm and indifferent, without the slightest ripple.

Sigrid stood quietly beside her, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, calmly observing this descendant of the Heir.

After Dr. Fran's initial treatment, Shitia's mental state had greatly improved. However, she would sometimes fall into long silences, gazing silently into the distance.

Is it a daze, sorrow, or hatred? Or perhaps a combination of all of them?

Lin's emotions were deep and subtle, difficult to grasp.

Just then, a wisp of gray mist quietly gathered, and Fran's figure gradually emerged from the haze.

Lu: "Good evening, Ms. Shitia. Um... and Sigrid, have you missed me?"

Nine “…Good evening, Dr. Fran.”

When Yi saw Fran suddenly arrive, a hint of surprise flashed in Xitia's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Fran followed the gaze of the person in front of her and looked in the direction she had been looking.

"I hope I haven't disturbed your evening stroll. However, the scenery at this foot of the mountain is indeed quite beautiful... and you can see the location of the Gallonson Royal Court."

"In a lost era, there once stood a viewing platform belonging to Heyer. However, now the area is lush with vegetation, and it must have been demolished before the beginning of the millennium."

After briefly explaining why she had come to this foothills, Xidia pursed her lips, her tone carrying a hint of complexity.

"However, they did not destroy all our buildings. The magnificent palace of the Gallonson Royal Court... was built with the help of my compatriots. It is also proof of the old 'oath' between the Heil descendants and the Star Abyss Society."

"That's it."

Fran didn't want to delve into the details of this lost era, as it wouldn't benefit Shitia's mental recovery.

While she was indeed somewhat interested in these private matters, she cared more about her patients' current psychological state, which is a quality that an excellent psychologist should possess...

However, Fran did not change the subject to stop Shitia from continuing.

She had been imprisoned in the Ridge of Despair for too long and needed some interaction to release her emotions. That's why Fran had kept Sigrid by his side these past few days.

That child was warm-hearted and understanding, making him the perfect candidate to provide psychological support to patients...

"Um……"

It seemed that the topic of the Royal Court of Garonson had suddenly reminded Xitia of something, and she suddenly narrowed her eyes, her expression showing a hint of disgust.

"Speaking of which, Prince Gunther of the Gallonson Royal Court used to pester me relentlessly. His foolish and nonsensical displays of affection lasted for more than a decade without interruption."

"Dr. Fran, can you guess... what he promised me?"

Seemingly finding it absurd, a faint mocking smile played on her lips as she spoke.

"Oh? Let me think about it."

Upon hearing this, Fran lightly touched her lower lip, a hint of consideration flickering in her amber eyes. Her contemplation didn't last long; a moment later, she had a guess.

“I guess he promised you ‘freedom’.”

"Yes."

Shitia breathed a sigh of relief, confirming Fran's guess.

“Gunther promised to free me from the status of ‘prisoner.’ However, the new status he could offer was ‘collectible,’ or to put it more simply… ‘slave.’ It’s hard to believe he actually expected me to agree.”

It is true that "powerful people who have lived in the palace for a long time are prone to developing such unrealistic fantasies."

Hefran had never met Prince Günther, only having a rough understanding of him from the records of the Moon Familia. But even from these few words, one could glimpse the peculiarities of his interests…

"There is something that concerns me, and I would like to ask you this. Xitia, do you hate the Star Abyss Society and the Gallonson Royal Court?"

"Of course."

Shitia showed no resistance to the topic. She then began to recount, almost indifferently, the secret war that took place in a lost era, and her own thoughts on it.

"The Star Abyss Society broke its oath with Hyel. After we developed a secret ritual that could appease and suppress the evil creatures of the Abyss, they joined forces with the royal family and launched a war without warning."

“Our apostles perished as a result, and our brethren who survived the calamity of the ‘Death of the Abyss’ were also slaughtered. If I could, I would not hesitate to burn that palace that once belonged to Heir, along with all those within it, to ashes.”

Si "But..."

As she said this, a slight hesitation appeared on her face.

"That war of oath breaking was over a thousand years ago, and all those who started and participated in the war have died over the long years. The Star Abyss Society has no apostles, and even the longest-lived high priest could not survive such a long time."

"The culprit may no longer be traced."

Perhaps due to a lack of communication, Xitia's attitude was quite frank, which could even be seen as a patient confiding in her doctor.

Fran was a very good listener, remaining attentive and quiet throughout.

At the same time, this guy is also very good at getting patients to let their guard down and open up... She almost effortlessly noticed Xitia's confusion and had already prepared a special treatment for this.

"Those who waged the war of betrayal may be dead, but those who inherit their legacy and ideals remain. I suppose you only seek revenge against those directly involved in that war, and disdain to harm their descendants, is that right?"

"……maybe."

Siodia's view of hatred is direct and simple, with a strange quality reminiscent of a mythical creature.

Those who participated in or experienced that war are now buried in the ashes of Gormouth. Slaughtering their descendants might indeed relieve the hatred in her heart, but... that seems to be just a vain venting, rather than the retaliatory revenge she once hoped for.

"It seems we have found the crux of the problem."

Fran chuckled softly, then casually snapped his fingers.

“Miss Shitia, your final treatment can be scheduled now. Please come with me to the fallen city of Morion, where you may find something of interest.”

"What interests me?"

Xitia's gaze narrowed slightly, momentarily unable to fathom the doctor's true intentions.

"It is a transit qUN:￠＾贰】×—叁∫（仨§燯'◆的。"

Fran nodded slightly and then offered an explanation.

"What the Listeners of the Star Abyss Society inherited from their ancestors, besides the secret rituals of the Abyss Remains, was the madness to wage wars of betrayal. Even if you disdain to lay a hand on them, they have already found a way to destroy themselves... and have pushed their research to its final stage."

After a thorough examination of Detrick, inside and out, she had a general understanding of what the Star Abyss Society had been researching all these years. Even she couldn't help but marvel at the reckless and arrogant ambitions of the Listening Tide people.

“As it happens, I’ve recently made some attempts. There is a certain connection between Lady Scythia’s Ridge Palace and the secret realm at the bottom of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower. With this ‘connection,’ we can use the characteristics of Fog Street to quickly travel to Morion.”

"Otherwise, one would have to take a steam train to Foy first, and then transfer to a ship at Foy port, or hire a horse-drawn carriage or sedan chair. The whole process could take almost half a month... not including negotiating with the transport companies."

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