The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Upon hearing Leireira's report, the champagne glass in Gunther's hand shattered instantly, turning into flying transparent quartz powder, and the golden wine splashed all over the ground.

"call--"

As one of the highest-ranking members of the royal family in the Garonson court, controlling emotions is a skill that Gunther has long mastered. However, the value of Syldia herself, and the schemes she is involved in, are far too important for him to remain calm at this moment.

"It just so happens that at this time... Given time, I can rely on Karmion's legacy to fully decipher the hidden characteristics of the Heil clan. Even if it doesn't allow one to transcend the mortal body like the [Floral Banquet Garden], it can still grant ordinary disciples a lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary people..."

“Despicable thieves, despicable, hateful… The royal court should not have tolerated the parasites of the Six-Eyed Raven Order. They are ultimately a group of ungrateful and disloyal creatures who could become destabilizing factors at any time.”

As his anger flared, the veins on Gunther's forehead were clearly visible.

Even so, he did not take his anger out on Lei Ruila, nor did he accuse the secret agents responsible for hunting down "Vivian" of being incompetent.

After all, she was a genuine Raven Feather Apostle, capable of easily extricating herself from the presence of the "Lost Eyes" High Priest and the President of the Star Abyss Society. Once she was determined to hide herself, finding her was no more difficult than searching for a specific drop of water in the icy ocean of the Abyss.

But should Gunther be forced to give up on retrieving the last remaining member of the Heil noble family?

Although the possibility of catching up with its trail was extremely slim, he was unwilling and unable to accept giving up and swallowing the bitter pill of defeat as a loser.

Of the Raven Feather Apostles still active in the world today, perhaps only the "Secret Minister" of the Hunter of Secrets, for whom there is no record of any information, remains. Her origins, however, can be tentatively determined.

However, this identity made Gunther even more hesitant to act rashly. It would be fine if he didn't reveal his identity, but once the conflict between the two sides was brought to the forefront... he would have to face the group of fanatics, the Hunters of Secrets, head-on.

"Leira, how's the kitten that the 'Broken Blade's' from Loreton being tamed?"

Since the theft of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower, his stress has increased daily, even leading to hair loss. As a result, his need for stress relief has become more frequent.

"She was very stubborn, and neither persuasion nor other methods could stop her from being aggressive."

"As a product of the ancient Swordholder's ritual, forcing her into submission by force is almost ineffective. Moreover, she is almost never lucid and will only attack anyone who approaches her without reason, following her instincts."

Jureira reported the cat-like girl's recent situation truthfully, but seemed worried about Gunther's punishment, so she lowered her head even further.

Si: "I see..."

If it were any other day, Gunther would probably be eagerly embarking on the challenge of taming this unruly creature. The more wild and untamed the animal, the more genuinely interested he becomes.

But the many changes that had occurred recently had left him exhausted, and he had little energy to prepare such a time-consuming recreational activity. Now, he just wanted to rest quietly for a while in the company of familiar people.

“Remember, don’t be too rough with that little wildcat. It’s almost impossible to force the creation of the Old Swordholder to submit through abuse. I will personally tame her after this incident is over.”

"Leira, you will be in charge of serving me tonight. I... am a little tired."

San Gunther let out a long breath and then lay down wearily. The snake-like maidservant, as if on cue, sat down beside him on the sofa and placed his head on her lap as a pillow.

"Lord Gunther, it is my honor."

Besides her grotesque, monstrous snake-like head, Leireira's skin was also covered with the fine, intricate patterns of snake scales, supple and smooth. In addition, her body temperature was lower than normal.

This unusual trait subjected her to endless scorn, making her a freak and an outcast, and nearly costing her her life several times. Her parents, or perhaps her creators, called her an imperfect "defective product."

Even after she was captured by the Remnant Blade who betrayed the Hunters, they only regarded her as a commodity.

However, at the Prince's residence, this inhuman quality became the reason why she received Gunther's favor.

As for the reasons or purposes behind Gunther's "love," Leireira no longer cared... after all, she had never been treated kindly. Not even the most basic "equality" had ever been hers.

……

Within the misty path, a gray-white veil of mist clung to the surroundings, making it feel as if one were in a vast and boundless void.

Syldia closed her eyes, channeling her spirituality to sense the connection between the Ridge Palace in the Fog Street and the lost city of Sleeping Sand Bell Tower. She was currently wearing Fran's doctor's coat and a similarly tailored dress.

Countless soft, transparent tentacles and tentacles could be seen emerging from beneath its hem, swaying and dancing like silkworms undulating in the currents of the deep sea.

"Mollion's Sands Clock Tower has collapsed. Although traces of the ritual array remain, it will take some time to establish a connection."

The spirituality of the moon and the tide gradually shifted with Xitia's gaze, revealing a captivating azure blue.

"Hmm... then wait a moment." Fran slowly stretched his waist, a faint languor in his eyes.

Although sleep is not a necessity for her, when she doesn't get enough rest, she will clearly show a listless appearance with no interest in anything... and then she will start looking for something that will allow her to lie down and be lazy for a while.

Oh, the reason Fran seems so unrested is mainly because Vivian's ascension ceremony lasted all night, starting from moonrise. And now, she needs to travel non-stop to the fallen city of Morion, without even a moment's rest in between.

While waiting for Shitia to establish the ritual connection, Haida suddenly felt a soft touch on her arm. She looked down and saw Fran resting his head on her upper arm, his eyelashes slightly closed, as if he were taking a nap.

Haida had spent a long time with Fran and was quite familiar with many of her habits. However, with Shitia and Vivian around this time... it made her feel slightly strange.

"cough."

Haida raised her hand to cover her lips, coughed lightly, and tried to conceal her emotions.

Vivian glanced at it briefly before looking away with a knowing look, not finding anything strange about it.

She had already sensed Sister Heda's special trust in this doctor. Hmm... if she had to put it bluntly, it was indeed a bit unusual; these two didn't seem like they'd only known each other for a year.

About ten minutes later, Fran slowly opened his amber eyes and yawned, looking slightly unsatisfied.

As if timed precisely, Shitia completed the process of establishing contact with the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower at that very moment, almost without fail.

The surging fog rushed into a gap in the boundless road, instantly widening into a passage. One could vaguely glimpse the scene at the end of the passage... the half-collapsed, decaying, and dilapidated Sleeping Sand Bell Tower in the lost city.

"Let's go. Although we can traverse space to some extent using the characteristics of Fog Street, it will still take a few minutes to walk."

As he spoke, Fran had already stepped into the path shrouded in gray mist.

“Oh, speaking of which… I spotted an interesting group of guys while wandering around Mordway a few days ago. They’ll be staying in the city for about half a month. I can try to make contact with them after today’s trip.”

"Dr. Fran, what kind of 'interesting' are you referring to?"

Haida could detect a subtle mockery in the doctor's words. It seemed that the adjective "interesting" in the current context carried a more sarcastic connotation. In other words… that person was more likely an enemy.

"They are a group of merchants from Loretown."

Fran's hints were vague, even ambiguous. But for the hunters of the Funeral Court, the description was far too pointed, almost explicitly revealing the other party's identity.

Vivian narrowed her eyes, then couldn't help but murmur aloud.

"A traitor from the North?"

Upon hearing this, Haida's eyes narrowed slightly. Although her expression remained calm, it also carried a hint of coldness that was difficult to detect.

"Merchants... Ha. I don't think the remnants of the Northern Kingdom have any business acumen. All they can do is probably the simplest robbery and plunder, or the exorbitantly profitable slave trade."

The more restrained a person appears on the surface, the more thoroughly they will corrupt when they finally fall into depravity.

Most of the Hunters of Loretown have completely succumbed to their desire for money and worldly power. As a result, they are able to abandon their already limited moral compass and humanity without any psychological burden and abuse violence without restraint.

Although everyone familiar with them calls them "Broken Blades," these traitors are not lacking in grand-sounding titles. For example, "Snow Country's Edge" or "Winter's Fang."

The more something is lacking, the more it tries to compensate with empty fame... Those who truly understand the past of the Northern Blades will know that they are nothing more than a pack of arrogant, homeless dogs.

Clearly, Fran's words had piqued the interest of the two hunters present, and Haida immediately followed up with a question.

"Dr. Fran, where did you observe them?"

"Near one of Prince Gunther's residences. However, I wasn't very lucky and didn't get to see the prince himself that time. He has quite a few hidden residences, making it difficult to pinpoint his exact location."

Upon hearing this, Vivian and Mu Ning, who was on her shoulder, couldn't help but have somewhat subtle expressions.

Currently, within Mordway, the Star Abyss Society's Listeners are conducting unprecedentedly intense manhunts and patrols. However, aside from making life difficult for the Six-Eyed Raven disciples and significantly reducing the crime rate, they have gained nothing.

Under the increasingly hysterical pressure from the decision-making level, every member of the Listening Tide team felt a taut string in their heart, ready to snap at any moment.

Under these circumstances, Fran's ability to gather intelligence and secrets so brazenly in Mordway... suggests a certain disrespect for the Star Abyss Society. However, most of their manpower is devoted to apprehending criminals, thus weakening their internal security presence.

To some extent, this can be considered a case of "blind spots."

If it weren't for the fact that the Star Abyss Society headquarters, besides having a president nearing the sixth tier, also contained remnants of the Abyss Well powerful enough to threaten the Apostles… Fran would have even considered taking a stroll through their headquarters.

It must be said, Dr. Fran is indeed very suitable for a position in the Secret Service. With her abilities, she would absolutely become a legendary agent, one of a kind… Vivian pursed her lips, unable to help but feel a little sentimental about it. 3

"The Blades have appeared near Prince Gunther's residence... Does that mean the prince is involved in plundering or the slave trade?"

After a moment's thought, Vivian made a guess based on the information she had received.

Before Fran could answer, Heida responded first. Five

“Gunther is probably just a buyer. Trading one’s own people may bring huge profits, but it also damages one’s reputation. As one of the rulers of the Garonsen Royal Court, even if he is not so concerned about his reputation, he probably wouldn’t personally get involved.”

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason Broken Blade was at Prince Gunther's residence... was to hand over 'offerings'."

"Indeed."

Fran nodded slightly in affirmation of Haida's explanation.

"The cages carried by that group of slave traders contained many humans with strange characteristics. Oh, perhaps it's inaccurate to describe them as 'humans,' since strictly speaking, they had already transcended the category of humans."

"However, the strongest cage is empty. It seems that Broken Blade has offered Gunther their most precious offering."

"That's it..."

Haida's eyes were slightly closed, and her gray-chestnut gaze began to shift.

She had no intention of provoking the Gallonson court, after all, it represented the secular power of Gormouth and was the only remaining order in this country that had nearly become a lawless land. But if it involved a traitor to the Hunters, then the nature of the matter changed...

To some extent, the information provided by Dr. Fran clarified Haida's schedule of action.

After the operation in the Fallen City is over, she needs to make a trip to the Blade's lair and thoroughly clean up these traitorous parasites who have tarnished the name of the Hunters...

As we chatted, the misty path came to an end, and the dilapidated Sleeping Sand Bell Tower was right in front of us.

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Soup! (I caught a cold again the other day and was exhausted, so I was unable to maintain my full attendance record for March. I will definitely return to the daily soup next month. I hope you can rest assured.)

Chapter 118 Lady in the Flowers

Morion, the fallen city.

The deeper Bartley ventured into the secluded flower garden within the ruins of this city, the more astonished he became.

The level of completion here is simply too high; there isn't a single discordant element, whether in terms of scent or tactile sensation. If it were done by human labor alone, even spending over a decade, it would likely be impossible to completely recreate it.

The freely blooming flowers and leaves spread from where you stand to the horizon, their boundaries seemingly invisible even in the vast distance.

Red and white roses, tulips, wild lilies—flowers of all shapes and sizes intertwine and blend together in a harmonious and varied manner. Their rich fragrance surrounds you, and whether you take a sniff or just glance at them, it's impossible not to feel an irresistible urge to immerse yourself in their beauty.

The sea of ​​flowers is boundless, yet not chaotic; anyone who is in it will feel a sense of harmony and peace.

"Ugh...that's disgusting."

Bartley curled his lip, clicked his tongue, and suppressed the urge to burn the place to ashes.

On the surface, it appears to be just a harmless flowerbed. But if it weren't for the standard white-cup face shield, even I would have been completely lost here.

If an unsuspecting ordinary person were to stumble upon this place, their deepest desires would be aroused within moments, causing them to succumb to the embrace of the flowerbeds and transform into a throbbing mass of flesh in the endless dissolution.

If there were no way to resist the spiritual energy escaping from the secret realm... the scene would become extremely wild, to the point of being unbearable to look at. Even if the intruders did not know each other, as long as they were of the opposite sex, no, even if they were of the same sex, they would still be unable to extricate themselves from this deep-seated pleasure.

Professor Utus carefully examined the environment of the flowerbed, sometimes marveling at it, sometimes sighing with regret.

"The fragile and illusory 'Desire Blossom' can actually grow like a real plant. The concentration and purity of the Cup-Form Spirit Essence here are unbelievable. Such a vast and untamed power is actually bound within this secret realm in such a stable form..."

“If this place is a ‘breeding ground’ for life, then what it nurtures… will probably only be monsters that surpass even the Holy Heir.”

Utus wasn't particularly concerned about what was hidden in the core of the secret realm.

He only felt sorry for the vast amount of spiritual energy that was left empty here... If this amount of spiritual energy were used to burn the core of the secret furnace, it could probably power the Levia for a hundred years or even longer.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking. After all, no secret furnace core could withstand such a massive energy source without self-destructing.

After a moment's thought, he cautiously warned Rosalie and the inchworm beside him.

"By the way, you two, this flowerbed probably has a vague collective consciousness, whether it's awake or dormant is still unknown. Before we delve into the core layer, I don't recommend taking any form of sampling of the plants here."

"...If some kind of instinctive self-defense mechanism is triggered, there's nowhere to escape from here."

"Thank you for reminding me."

The inchworm readily accepted his warning and said nothing more.

When even a dedicated academic purveyor warns against sampling, others are better off not taking any action that could jeopardize the entire team... Even in scientific research, the prerequisite is survival.

Rosalie simply nodded upon hearing this, then swallowed hard, feeling a lingering fear.

She didn't intend to pick the flowers; she was simply afraid of these plants possessing strange spiritual energy. After all, she had almost lost control before due to the allure of these plants…

It's important to know that there's a reliable Hunter Supervisor in the team, and slaughtering vampires is one of the hunters' old professions in the Lost Age. If he's determined that he can't be controlled by conventional means, he'll probably immediately activate the backup plan... namely, to kill himself.

Rosalie had previously experienced the hunter's silver-flake crossbow bolts in Norrington. The intense burning sensation of having a spike pierce her abdomen and silver fragments flowing into her limbs and bones with her blood was something she didn't want to recall.

"Hmm...it's getting brighter."

Bartley glanced at his watch; it was still a few minutes until 5 a.m. Realizing something was amiss, he turned to Rosalie behind him and asked her a question.