The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Her earlier anxiety had largely dissipated, replaced by the joy of obtaining advancement materials. Even the headless corpse of Thoros, still splattering blood, no longer seemed so eerie.

It must be said that this doctor is indeed quite skilled at comforting children...

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Chapter 141 Tranquil Zone

Even though those who had betrayed her had all shown some resentment, struggle, or even abandoned their dignity to survive, Haida still cleanly and decisively took their lives without any psychological burden.

In fact, the Hunters do not only deal with traitors physically. If they have not harmed their colleagues or violated the commandments of the world, but are merely forced to feign compliance due to circumstances, this type of person may still have the possibility of redemption.

However, this group of broken blades arrived in Mordway as a slave caravan, clearly having gained a certain degree of trust from the Loretown elites. To reach this level, they must have committed heinous crimes that the Order of the Hunters could not forgive.

As for Thoros's earlier act of begging for forgiveness through the "principles' ceremony," it was merely a stopgap measure to lower Heda's guard.

If he were truly sincere or had any remorse, he should have bought a ticket to Norrington and asked the order to judge him long ago; there would be nothing more practical. Why would he tirelessly and enjoyably indulge in the slave trade and recklessly amass wealth?

After dealing with the slave caravan of Snow Country's Edge, Fran didn't leave immediately. Instead, she reached for the "False Sun" ceremonial sword at her waist. Gripping the hilt lightly, she swung it several times towards the increasingly fierce flames. The incandescent spiritual energy originating from the primordial sun instantly transformed into several wispy beams of light, flowing back into the sword.

Sigrid could only draw upon the spiritual essence that was already hers from those flames, making it difficult to further reduce the already formed fire. After all, the sun is "selfless," giving light and heat without conditions, regardless of the recipient, and without asking for anything in return.

However, this still has some effect on controlling the flame temperature, at least preventing its endless spread and ensuring the entire underground exchange is not reduced to ashes.

"Fortunately, this underground facility is a reinforced concrete structure; if it were wood, half the street would probably have burned away by now." Wu

After quickly settling things off, Fran once again summoned the "Mist of the Door," taking Heda and Detrica away from the slave shop.

After losing the intensely red-hot spiritual essence of the primordial sun, the flames' expansion slowed visibly, but remained raging and powerful. The exchange guards who arrived later, having heard the commotion, took some measures to extinguish the fire, but these were merely a drop in the ocean and had little effect.

After burning everything flammable in the shop, the flames gradually weakened and eventually went out.

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Belfarin Avenue.

Once back on the ground, De Cui let out a long breath, her mental state visibly improving. She wiped her forehead with her sleeve, removing the fine sweat that had seeped from her time in the fire.

“Ms. Vivian… The Order’s mission for me is to monitor the movements of Snow Country’s Edge in the underground exchange. The fire just now was a major incident, and I may need to report back to Mr. Gray Mark now.”

"Oh? Are you getting ready to go back?"

Fran tilted his head slightly, then lowered the corners of his lips and let out a soft sigh with a hint of regret.

“That’s really unfortunate. I was planning to visit Prince Gunther’s private residence. According to the intelligence I had previously received, he left last night with a large number of guards, and he was in such a hurry that he didn’t even take his own slaves with him.”

"In other words, his hidden residence should now only have ordinary staff such as stewards and servants left. And there are no guards."

Upon hearing Fran's description, Detrica was initially confused and didn't understand.

But a moment later, as a flash of inspiration crossed her mind, her instincts as a six-eyed raven snatcher made her realize the key point of the words.

A prince's mansion, built for pleasure and relaxation and filled with jewels and antiques, has had its defenses drastically reduced, leaving it at its weakest point in years. This description might be somewhat inaccurate, but it truly resembles a stunningly beautiful woman, unadorned, smiling and inviting you to spend the night together…

"Alas, it's such a pity. Since you're going back to the Six-Eyed Raven Order's stronghold, I'll have to go with Sister Haida."

With that, Fran shook his head, seemingly preparing to leave.

“Ms. Vivian, please wait! Well, actually, the Order has given me a long-term mission, so there's no need for immediate reports. As long as I can bring back the information I have within a few days, there's no rush…”

As she said this, Detrick herself felt somewhat embarrassed. But when she thought of the prince's mansion, which was worth more than most of her wealth, she ultimately abandoned her principles with exceptional decisiveness.

This young thief was very self-aware of her abilities.

She knew very well that even if Prince Gunther's hidden residence was undefended, she absolutely could not have any improper thoughts about it; that would be a foolish act that would only lead to her own death.

But if one is simply accompanying Ms. Vivian and the funeral maid named Heda, the situation is entirely different…

One possesses an unknown secret technique that allows them to teleport using a mist-like form, while the other possesses terrifying martial prowess. This makes infiltration, frontal assaults, and evacuation all incredibly easy, greatly eliminating any worries about their safety.

"Since Miss Detrica is going to accompany us, let's set off now."

With that, Fran began to walk toward Gunther's mansion.

She had been here before and was already familiar with the layout. However, since it was still midday and there was no darkness to cover her, she would need to be extra careful to avoid the guards stationed on Belfarne Street.

After all, this is a well-known upscale community in Modwell, with not only mobile patrols but also several checkpoints. Just getting close will result in being checked, and strangers cannot enter without permission or an invitation.

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Prince Gunther's secluded residence, a side hall in a separate courtyard.

After walking through the misty, gray path, Fran and his two companions arrived at a storage room where servants could retrieve cleaning tools and clothing.

She came here last time she was gathering intelligence, and even casually picked up a waiter's uniform in the style of the Gallonson royal court as a souvenir, so she can be considered quite familiar with the place.

However, that time it happened late at night. Now it's daytime, with no twilight to cover it, so the risk of the activity is much higher.

"Hmm... As expected, although most of the personnel have been relocated, all the ceremonial arrays for security purposes are still in operation. It seems that this prince has a good sense of security and has not relaxed his vigilance on personal safety while paying attention to his quality of life."

Fran did not send Munin to scout the area, as that might trigger a warning.

The third type of ritual, the "Quiet Zone," is set up in some of the important rooms of this secluded residence. It can be triggered by either attempting to enter or by the presence of spiritual disturbances without using a specific unlocking procedure.

It's more like a monitoring alarm than a trap.

Considering that the Star Abyss Society's base is less than ten minutes away, the Listeners will react immediately once the alarm is triggered. Furthermore, this ritual is generally not used alone; it is usually nested within other, more threatening arrangements.

"Um, Ms. Vivian...should we wait here until tonight?"

Derica hesitated for a moment, then asked Fran about the next steps.

Although every Six-Eyed Raven's plunderer disciple dreams of committing a major crime, she, who was used to petty theft, never imagined that she would actually put it into practice one day, and that it would come without any warning.

Moreover, the recipient was Prince Gunther, currently the most powerful regent in the Geronsen court.

If anything goes wrong, forget about escaping back to Foy from Mordway; he might not even be able to stay in the entire Golmouth area...

However, Detrick didn't feel much fear, only a somewhat uncontrollable tension and a strange excitement. Her breathing and heartbeat became a little rapid.

Enormous risks, enormous rewards, and undeniable feasibility. When these three factors converge, almost any thief with a modicum of ambition would go crazy for it… and she was no exception.

“Wait until evening? Hmm… Miss Detrica, that’s too conservative. To become a good raider, you have to gradually abandon this mediocre mindset. Many people know about the personnel changes at Prince Gunther’s residence, and they must be on guard. Perhaps new guards will be stationed there in a few hours.”

"In some cases, timeliness is more important than the choice itself."

As he spoke, Fran casually pushed open the door to the storeroom, as if this were not a solemn prince's residence, but the corridor of his own clinic.

"It's a pity that three people would be too conspicuous, making disguise pointless. Otherwise, there would be a more suitable way to infiltrate."

If she is alone, she can avoid most unnecessary contact simply by changing into a maid's uniform.

However, this strategy of changing clothes is obviously not very suitable for Sister Heda, since ordinary maids are not as tall as her, nor do they carry weapons, firearms, or fill every pouch of their skirt armor with magazines...

Fran took out a brass pocket watch from his sleeve, already prepared to uncover the hidden secrets of psychology along the way.

She stepped out of the storeroom into the corridor and glanced around briefly. There was no one in sight, no sound of activity, and no other signs. It was undoubtedly an empty residence.

"Hmm... Nobody's here. Let's go out. Let's go to those rooms with the [Quiet Zone] first. I want to see what he's hiding in his secret mansion."

After confirming that it was safe, Fran summoned the two men guarding the door, then stepped across the corridor and headed straight for the nearest side room bedroom.

Oh, and in some ways, Prince Gunther is quite thoughtful... because his defensive measures have marked out all the valuable areas. This saves the trouble of searching one by one, which saves a lot of time.

Arriving at the classical and exquisite Guysia wood door of the Prince's bedroom, Detricka couldn't help but bite her lip slightly and swallow a little saliva.

The raw material cost of just this one door is more valuable than selling several of her together. The extravagance of the nobles in the Gallonson Royal Court is truly beyond imagination... not to mention that its design and patterns utilize the master craftsmanship of the Suncasting Order.

Openwork carvings, gilded ornaments, and colorful paintings inlaid with various gemstones... Damn it, it's just a door!

At this moment, Fran was rubbing her lower lip, her gaze thoughtfully examining the door. Of course, she wasn't assessing its value; she was simply considering how to efficiently break the ritual within the room's "Quiet Zone."

Intricate and complex creations often possess a fragile nature, because even the loss of a single gear can cripple the entire structure, rendering it inoperable. The "Quiet Zone," on the other hand, emphasizes simplicity, raw power, and practicality.

Its structure is very simple, consisting of only a sensitive arcane trigger and an exploration ritual.

Once the exploration ritual detects an abnormal spiritual element with interference characteristics attempting to intrude, the trigger will sound an alarm.

The same applies if an outsider enters the room without permission. Attempting to block it is also ineffective, as it is merely a branch node of the main ritual. If an abnormal interruption of the spiritual energy flow occurs, the Listeners will receive feedback accordingly.

Like a calm, still body of water, any disturbance would cause ripples to appear.

While it lacks technical sophistication, it is undeniably practical. Compared to an elaborately designed bank vault door, it resembles a wooden bolt mounted from the back... It's not difficult to break into with force, but as soon as the wooden door makes a sound, vicious dogs will immediately come running.

"Interesting design."

Fran made a comment about this with great interest. Temple

Give her some time to carefully study the spiritual energy flow of this ritual; she could potentially open it without triggering any warnings. Alternatively, she could expend some spiritual energy and blood to steal it entirely for herself.

However, if efficiency is the priority... there are currently faster and more reliable solutions. II.

That is, "requesting off-site assistance". (IV)

As Fran selected an empty cubicle, knocked on the door of the mist again, and sent Mu Ning inside to find reinforcements... a few minutes later, Xitia's figure appeared in the misty, ethereal curtain.

"What's wrong, Dr. Fran? Is there something wrong?"

Xitia's azure eyes flickered slightly, a hint of confusion in them. (Long)

Having witnessed Fran's abilities firsthand on several occasions, she believed, in her understanding, that this doctor had undoubtedly reached the level of an Apostle. Even more enigmatic and mysterious than Fran, his true nature was difficult to fathom.

It's hard to imagine what situation she could have encountered that would make her need my help. To put it more bluntly, since she can't solve it herself, I probably don't have a better solution either…

"Don't worry, it's just a small matter."

At this moment, only Fran and Shitia were in the small compartment, so there was no need to worry about Detrica hearing their names.

"Ms. Shitia, have you done any research on the [Quiet Zone] ritual?"

"……I see."

Upon hearing Fran's question, Shitty immediately understood. She knew why the doctor had summoned her.

“Dr. Fran, my understanding of this ritual is not as simple as ‘having studied it.’ In fact, it originated from the Heir people, but later became one of the academic achievements stolen by the Listeners.”

As she spoke, a hint of nostalgia flickered in her usually indifferent yet gentle eyes.

"Moreover, the noblewoman from the Heil who first depicted the ritual array of the [Quiet Zone] was an ordinary and mediocre practitioner of occult arts. Some people would call her a 'master of occult arts'... but I think that title is an overstatement."

"After all, compared to the mad geniuses of the lost era, my level is nothing to brag about."

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Chapter 142 Healing of the Holy Wound

"That's it..."

Upon hearing this, Fran wasn't particularly surprised; he simply blinked slowly, seemingly quite interested in her past.

"So, Ms. Shitia, are you confident that you can break it without disturbing the [Quiet Zone]?"

"Yes, it's not difficult."

Xitia answered with great certainty, without the slightest sign of difficulty.

As the original author of this third type of ritual, she had an excellent grasp of the underlying logic and fundamental principles of the [Quiet Zone] array. Even after subsequent iterations and rewrites, it only required slightly more time.

"Then thank you for your trouble, okay? Oh, right..."

Fran, who was about to leave the cubicle, seemed to suddenly remember something, and a hint of a smile appeared in his amber eyes.

"There's a raider from the Six-Eyed Raven Order outside named Detricia, who is my informant. Please address me as 'Vivian' once we're outside, Ms. Sydia. But don't take it too seriously; it's just a little joke I'm playing on her."

"Vivian... okay, I understand."

After a moment's thought, Shitia nodded slightly, quite obediently agreeing.

But this also made her think about the true relationship between Dr. Fran and Vivian. She had spoken briefly with the agent, but hadn't sensed anything particularly unusual. Reserved, cautious, somewhat delicate, yet surprisingly talkative when recounting information…

He seemed to be just an ordinary agent, nothing particularly noteworthy.

However, considering the situation of the other members of the Fog Street Clinic... Shitia found it hard to believe that Vivian was as ordinary as she herself had portrayed.

Luara, who possesses the talent for dream manipulation; Sister Haida, who can tear apart evil offspring and is the only blood relative of this generation's Undertaker; and Sigrid, who is composed of fragments of the Primordial Sun and is herself the final product of the Sunforge Order's forbidden alchemy.

And of course, there's the owner of Foggy Street, that enigmatic doctor...

Vivian likely possesses traits she's unaware of. Or perhaps this Secret Service agent is actually engaged in clandestine intelligence work, and this "ordinariness" is merely a disguise?

If that's the case, it's quite surprising, since even I couldn't see any flaws.