The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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The living nobles of Heir were right before my eyes. The essence of their tears could stabilize the impurities within my body. If I could absorb the spirit of their hearts and flesh, I could almost permanently "pacify" them.

At that time, completely removing the pollution will no longer be an unattainable fantasy.

Facing this highly experienced enemy, Haida remained vigilant and immediately swung her sword to meet the attack. The blade of her power sword, "Nie," sliced ​​through the wind with a near-high-pitched metallic hum.

"Clang!" The blades clashed, and another explosion rang out.

In terms of pure strength, Orne's battered and scarred monstrous physique held a clear advantage. Even after undergoing Fran's four modifications, Haida's fundamental nature remained human, making it difficult for her to directly confront the nearly three-meter-tall behemoth.

The sword strike from Uncle Ernie was delivered with only one hand, yet it was enough to create a stable stalemate with Heda, who was wielding her sword with both hands. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he leaned forward and thrust his other hand towards the nun's abdomen.

That was the spot where Yaheng had once left him with a scar. If this blow landed, it could probably pierce through the muscles and skin of her abdomen, pulling out her internal organs and intestines along with it.

At this point, Haida had no choice but to abandon the head-on confrontation and instead begin to use combat skills and secret rituals.

To be honest, it had been a long time since she had been in a situation where she was physically outmatched by her enemy. But it was simply a matter of returning to the hunter's old ways... Hunters never rely on hand-to-hand combat to hunt down wild beasts.

"Ok?"

Just as Ernie was about to succeed, he suddenly felt an unusually cold spirituality being awakened, followed by a strong palpitation.

Before he could retract his arm, a cold, gray blade of light slashed at his forearm, invisible and intangible, as if appearing out of thin air. The tough scales shattered instantly, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone.

Lin: "【Mechanized Spirit Body】? In the first thousand years after the Lost Age, there are still hunters who have mastered such an ancient and rigorous technique?"

He withdrew his arm and glanced thoughtfully at the still-bleeding wound.

“Oh…that makes sense. After all, you have a friendly nobleman by your side, so obtaining the highest quality spirit-enriching materials is a piece of cake compared to others.”

But that's not all that surprised Orne.

The blade manifested by the [Mechanized Spirit Body] only possesses a portion of the original body's lethality. However, even his own body, which the [Mercury String] could not sever, was actually cleaved by this sword formed from the spirit body, resulting in damage to both his spirit and flesh.

If it can devour spiritual essence, then that sword is probably no ordinary forging.

Fran had initially maintained a bystander stance, seemingly uninterested in getting involved. Although Ornee harbored many secrets, there was no need to inquire, as his corpse would reveal everything afterward.

He is indeed very strong, and will become even more troublesome once he seriously begins to use the secret techniques. However, this guy is ultimately in poor physical condition, plagued by chronic illness and pollution, and will eventually be defeated in this fierce battle.

At this moment, Seodia's luscious lips were silently opening and closing as she chanted a prayer at a frequency inaudible to humans. Once this spell, which even mythical creatures needed to prepare in advance for, was fully formed... this encounter would come to an end.

However, suddenly, his amber-colored eyes flickered slightly, and the two earlobes hidden among his hair trembled sharply.

Footsteps.

She heard heavy, dense footsteps coming from downstairs, probably the sound of a line of armored guards.

This is understandable; the commotion from the clash was too great to conceal. Even if the ritual in the [Quiet Zone] hadn't been triggered, the few servants remaining at the Hidden Palace would have noticed the anomaly and sought help from the Star Abyss Academy or the Royal Court.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ernie."

Just as Haida and Orne were locked in fierce combat, preparing for their third round of battle... Fran spoke up.

“Of course, Sister Haida, I also must apologize to you. There probably won't be time for you to enjoy yourself today. Let's finish this quickly…” Ling

Having spoken, she slightly closed her hands, and the clear, spherical domain of 【Dust Removal】 immediately enveloped Ernie. Almost instantly, he knelt on the ground, his bulging veins throbbing like snakes within his dermis. 7

"Damn it, you guys from the medical ward, what did you do? Ugh..."

As he opened his mouth, he uncontrollably vomited a pool of black blood reeking of decay. The ant-like filth within his body was slowly peeled away by the clear, luminous light.

"I merely used a method of removing contaminants to slightly disrupt the balance you were so painstakingly maintaining." (Remembering)

"Given your condition, it's best to avoid strenuous exercise... lying down is better for your health. Don't worry, as a doctor with professional ethics and competence, I will cure you. But only after you've eliminated your threat."

"Even I would be very troubled if I encountered medical disputes."

As he explained, Fran winked gently at Shiodia, who had finished reciting the prayer, her eyes sparkling with a touch of playful charm. Lu

She nodded in acknowledgment, then gently moved her index finger in the air and began to cast a spell on Erne, whose body was on the verge of disintegration.

Heil, the first type of lower-level arcane art in the Moon and Tide system: [Cubist Mirror].

Using the forbidden lunar elemental essence, a cubist portrait is painted for an individual. After the painting is completed, the individual's physical body is "replaced" by the mirror image in the painting, and then transformed into countless broken and distorted abstract cubes.

“My dear Lady Shitia, please don’t forget to leave your head behind. I’ll be in trouble if all that’s left is a pile of minced meat… After all, it’s been a long time since I last played this kind of unserious puzzle.”

Fran gave a special reminder before the portrait in the mirror was finished.

Lying prostrate on the ground, Erne struggled to lift his head and looked with difficulty at the doctor who was constantly peeling away the contaminants churning inside his body.

Before revealing any spirituality, Fran was almost indistinguishable from an ordinary human, so much so that the ancient ant mother's disciple subconsciously ignored him. Of course, this was mainly because his newly awakened spiritual awareness was dulled, and most of his attention was drawn to the nobleman of Heil.

Only now did Erne realize with surprise... that she might be the most dangerous one in the group.

The feather ornament hidden in the hair on his forehead, and that extremely stable human form—is the person before me an apostle of the Winged Celestials? Weren't most of those winged monsters killed off during the Cataclysm?

While he was still reeling from the shock and resentment, Shitia had already lowered her slender index finger, completing the final stroke of the [Cubist Mirror].

"Crack."

With a sharp sound like shattering glass, Ernie's incredibly strong body instantly transformed into countless interlocking, twisted cubes, which then collapsed like building blocks. Only one head, with its eyes open, remained unchanged.

　With a swift and decisive movement, Fran retracted his head, and even took all the unknown reagents stored in the medicine cabinet.

After completing all this, she came to the hidden door that Haida had cut apart and knocked on the "Mist in the Door".

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Chapter 145 Old Tales of the Snow Country

Naurmaran Hotel.

Since Detricka still had to report back to the cult, Fran did not take her back to the Fog Street Clinic this time. After choosing a suitable location, he put her down.

The Naurmaran Hotel is close to the city center and has convenient transportation, making it easy to go anywhere you want.

"Alright, Detrica... let's part ways here. Remember to keep your things from Gunther safe and don't get yourself into trouble. And if you get similar information again, remember to let me know, okay?"

"As for your contact information, I believe you still remember it."

Before parting, Fran gave a rather detailed piece of advice.

Upon hearing this, Detrick lowered her head slightly, a complex mix of emotions welling up within her.

Although she knew this was probably just Ms. Vivian's way of speaking, she rarely received "concern" from others, especially not from her employer.

In Gormouth, finding a boss who is so generous and considerate of his subordinates... is probably only a dream come true.

“I will be careful, Lady Vivian. Although I have no need to worry about you at your rank, please be sure to take care of your safety. According to the information vaguely revealed by High Priest Greys, something great seems to have happened in the fallen city of Morion recently.”

"Hmm..." Upon hearing this, Fran's amber eyes flickered slightly.

If she was right, then the "major change" mentioned in the Six-Eyed Raven Order's intelligence was probably her previous encounter with Karmion.

“Yes, Miss Detrica, I understand... Thank you for your kindness.”

"Gah!"

With a joyful cry, Munin vanished into the misty curtain within the doorway.

Seeing that the doctor had left, Detrica prepared to return to the Order's secret stronghold in Mordway. She now possessed firsthand intelligence on the Snowstalkers' slave shops and the theft of Prince Gunther's residence, which High Priest Greys would surely delight.

The only challenge lies in how to reasonably conceal some information that is inconvenient to disclose...

Meanwhile, Detrica was also constantly revisiting this theft, which was considered the pinnacle of her career.

That bag of extremely high-quality jewelry containing spiritual essence, along with the raven-eye stone given to her by Ms. Vivian, was more than enough to elevate her to the third tier. Just thinking about such a gain made her feel incredibly elated.

However, she still keenly noticed something strange.

The two-handed sword used by Sister Heda felt very familiar, as if I had seen it before.

...By the way, when I came out of the auction house in the First Habitat, I saw her use this sword to kill an enemy who was following her. Even her swordsmanship and the killing intent she displayed seemed to be exactly the same.

Could it be that Sister Heda's swordsmanship was taught by Ms. Vivian?

Somewhat perplexed, Detrick gradually walked away.

At this moment, Cu Yu, who was serving as the head maid at the Naurmaran Hotel, scratched her head, and a strange look appeared in her dark, jade-like eyes.

"Strange, I think I just heard a crow cawing, it sounded like the [Calling Bird]."

He pursed his lips, not too concerned, but simply released Gurid to check the surrounding area for any special birds with deep, dark spirituality.

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Foggy Street Clinic.

By the time I returned to the clinic, it was already evening. The twilight was dim, the afterglow was faint, and the colossal statue in the sky, which had been radiating light and heat at noon, turned a waning crimson and was about to sink into the twilight.

Today, Vivi stayed at the clinic the whole time and did not go out.

Of course, it wasn't that she genuinely wanted to slack off; the reason she didn't go out... was mainly to solidify the secret technique model of [Shadow Control]. Even with Fran providing theoretical support and the help of the spiritual material "Radiant Feather," it still took her quite a while to fully master it.

However, there was one thing that bothered her quite a bit... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context.)

Before leaving, Dr. Fran borrowed Munin, and the boy seemed completely unfazed, as if it were commonplace. This made Vivian wonder if Munin was doing something shady behind her back.

However, she wasn't entirely alone, as Luya was always stationed at the clinic.

This mythical creature's greatest hobby is finding a comfortable, warm place to curl up and, aside from sleeping and eating, simply daydreaming. Or she might express friendliness by licking herself. Although her upper body remains human-shaped, her habits are entirely indistinguishable from a deer. Seven

At this moment, Luya lay beside Vivian, her neck resting on Vivian's lap, her expression quite peaceful.

It has to be said that this truly tested one's willpower. Vivian originally wanted to meditate a little longer and familiarize herself with the secret technique model within her mind, but the desire to touch her soft fur kept rising in her mind uncontrollably.

Just as the Secret Service agent was about to touch it one last time for the fifth time, the door was pushed open.

After that, Fran walked slowly into the clinic's main hall. She still had her usual faint smile on her lips, but it seemed brighter than before, as if she was in high spirits.

Mu Ning also flapped his jet-black wings and landed steadily on Vivian's shoulder.

"Good evening, Vivian. Hmm... it seems you two get along very well. Luya is quite particular about pillows; for her to lean against you so unguardedly means she likes you a lot." Lu

Of course, that's not entirely true. The people Luara usually chooses to be close to are also related to the spiritual composition of that person and her first impression. For example, Haida, as a funeral maid, has a cold, lingering winter spirit within her, so Luara rarely uses her as a pillow.

As for why he leaned towards Vivian, it was probably related to her harmless first impression...

With his thoughts racing, Fran turned to Vivian and inquired about her progress in studying the esoteric arts.

"How is the [Shadow Chaser] secret technique model? Are there any problems or confusions?"

"It went smoothly, and I can now perform the spell relatively smoothly. I haven't encountered any bottlenecks that I need to overcome yet..."

Having said that, Vivian's lips parted slightly, and she began to chant the prayer quickly and silently. As the whisper, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, ended, her shadow, cast by the lamp, seemed to come alive, revealing a hazy, ever-shifting human figure.

“After being imbued with spirituality, the shadow will temporarily transform into matter and can change its specific properties according to its own understanding. For example, fluid, solid, and mimicry of life... However, that is the least efficient use, which not only consumes a lot of spiritual energy but is also very fragile.”

"Generally speaking, it can be used as fluid tentacles to bind enemies, or it can form hard, sharp objects."

Watching Vivian's demonstration, Fran lightly touched his lower lip, studied her for a moment, and then asked a question.

"So, are you able to enter the shadows?"

Upon hearing her question, Vivian narrowed her eyes slightly, as if considering how to answer.

"...Absolutely not. [Shadow Control] can only give me or the shadows around me a temporary physical form. It is impossible to step into the shadows like Mr. Funeral Minister and then move freely within them."

"In fact, I can hardly understand how he did it from the principle level. First of all, opening the 'door' to enter the shadow is a difficult and complicated process. Forcibly opening it requires the power of a large ritual array. It is neither possible to carry it with you, nor is it easy to control."

"Secondly, the Shadow Realm is located beneath the surface of the material world. In theory, it should only allow spirits that conform to ancient principles to roam and move within it. Other 'impurities' that sink into it should be instantly annihilated."

Birds imbued with the secret arts of "Calling Bird" or "Raven Incarnation" can transform into spirits and briefly infiltrate the shadows, primarily because they share a similar form with those lofty and mysterious winged deities, thus escaping being devoured by the boundless darkness.

But humans are not in this category...

Unless one is willing to completely abandon the physical body and transform into a soul, once one enters, one will only be forever trapped in the chaotic and desolate shadows. But Yaheng seems to be completely unrestricted by this ancient rule; the shadows are like toys in his hands, which he can control at will.

"Don't be discouraged. He is, after all, the chief hunter. He has his own methods to achieve this."

Although Fran had a rough idea of ​​the specific methods Yaheng had used, he did not reveal them at the moment, but simply patted Vivian's shoulder to comfort her.

However... Vivian was not discouraged at all.

Having reached the third tier and mastered an ancient Shadow Manipulation technique, she was completely satisfied, so how could she possibly feel down? Moreover, she had always been very self-aware... and certainly wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that she could be compared to the Chief Hunter.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Fran walked through the corridor back to her operating room, intending to examine the "spoils of war" she had just acquired.

That is, the heads of "Broken Blade" Solous and "Drinking Candle Viper" Ornee.

Due to the differences in their identities and physical constitutions, the treatment plans for these two individuals would differ. Solos was merely a stronger, ordinary person; he could simply be thrown into the "Bioconversion Device" to extract his memories. But Orne… had other uses.

While operating the bio-conversion device, Fran saw the dormant head of the moth chief priest "Brown Pigment" in the life support device and couldn't help but sigh.