The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Si figured he couldn't hide his little schemes from the other party anyway, so he might as well be honest. He didn't think he could outsmart an ancient Feathered Apostle or play any tricks on him... he wasn't one of those Night Moth Priests who were tired of living.

Hey…

Upon hearing his question, Fran merely gave a cryptic smile. His amber eyes also shone with a dazzling light.

Why do celestial bodies orbit each other? Why do the sun and moon revolve in cycles? Why does the heart beat? And why do people eat?

"For me, healing others is a natural act that needs no reason, just as the world operates according to its inherent laws. A long life always needs some hobbies... so that it won't be too boring. Of course, it can also be described in a simple word."

"That is, 'driven by interest'."

Upon hearing this, Ernie's gaze turned serious, and he fell silent for a moment.

The doctor before him gave him a strong sense of "purity," which was very similar to that of the great sorcerer who had already reached the beginnings but was still determined to climb higher, yet they were also different.

But he knew very well that this type of person meant only one thing—danger.

Those individuals adhere to their own set of inherent logic and principles, unbound by laws, external opinions, or worldly moral standards. It is often these outliers who are able to more directly touch upon the hidden, deeper levels.

"I will prepare a culture vessel to soak you in; the autologous cell culture will take about half a month. Once the bone and flesh used as raw materials have grown sufficiently, I will use bio-alchemy to complete your body. Until then, please wait."

"Oh, you can also think about how to pay my consultation fee. Apart from that kid Yaheng, no one has ever dared to buy on credit from me."

Before Ernie could respond, Fran had already placed it into a column-shaped culture instrument.

As the catalyst and the active ingredients of the bodily-activating agent permeated every part of the skull, the ant-scale disciple also fell into a state of dormancy.

The situation of this Antscale Disciple differs greatly from that when Luyala's body was sculpted.

First, Luara is a purely dream-like being, lacking a physical body. Therefore, Fran can directly use his spare "Prayer Hand" as raw material for bio-alchemy to ensure the quality of the creation.

But Ernie still has a head left. And this guy has been completely transformed into a non-human being, no longer compatible with human flesh and blood, so only parts obtained through autologous cell culture can be used.

Besides, Fran's spare bodies are also very valuable medical materials, and using them on him would be both unsuitable and a waste of resources. Moreover, it could cause many adverse consequences later on.

Although this doctor treated almost indiscriminately when choosing patients, he did not completely disregard his own financial situation...

After resolving the ailment of this Ant Scale disciple, she gently raised her hand to cover her lips, her gaze slightly tender as she yawned.

Sure enough, business trips are much busier than usual, with one task after another to be done. Now she also needs to examine the White Cup doll relic she obtained from the Belfarne underground exchange.

Judging from the state of preservation of those components, the spirit stored inside the doll's box should have already dissipated. Even if some of it was preserved, most of its self-awareness is probably gone... After all, the Pure White Era has lasted for more than a thousand years.

However, since there is a possibility of saving him, Fran will not give up trying.

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Mordway, the secret chamber of the Royal Court of Galonsen.

Compared to the classically ornate exterior of the old Heil-style palace, the furnishings of this secret room are much simpler. There are almost no unnecessary decorations; it is spacious and open, and the entire room can be seen at a glance.

However, it also enjoys the highest security level in all of Gormouth.

Beside the gate, rows of princely guards stood silently, their expressions resolute, their bearing solemn and dignified, like stone statues. The ground was also filled with a ceremonial array of ants, their spiritual light surging and flowing like an army.

A rectangular table was placed there, and the person seated at the head of the table was none other than Prince Regent Gunther Don Gallonson.

At this moment, the prince stood with his hands clasped together, elbows resting on the table. He remained silent, his face ashen and sinister, like the heavy, dark clouds that blanket the sea before an impending storm.

Leireira stood quietly behind him.

The butler and servant, who had the head of a snake-like creature, lowered her face cautiously. Although she appeared calm, the fear that occasionally flashed in her eyes betrayed her panic and unease.

Based on my years of experience with this prince... he was in a terrible mood at the moment, almost on the verge of exploding. In this situation, any slight trigger could become an outlet for his rage, unleashing a sudden and unexpected outburst.

After a long while, Gunther raised his eyes and looked at the three attendees... or rather, accomplices sitting at the square table.

The president of the Star Abyss Society is "Melvis Rudolph".

Compared to when he appeared at Oak Shadow Nest, his appearance hadn't changed much, but his complexion and eyes seemed much older, and he looked visibly haggard.

The high-ranking priestess of the Misty Society, wearing an "ochre-white dress."

She wore a pale, almost gray, draped robe of Yahanta, embroidered with velvety moth patterns, resembling the scales of a "white-skirted ochre moth." Her face was hidden beneath the silk gauze, with only a pair of cold, indifferent eyes blinking silently visible.

And the surviving saint of the Antscale Gate, "Victor Howard".

He had also appeared at the previous trade fair in Oak Shadow Nest. Victor was a withered old man with a face that also showed the faint shimmer of scales. Compared to Heyel's bluish-gray scales, his scales were more like the keratinous scales of a snake.

"There have been too many unexpected changes lately, and I may have lost my composure... Please forgive me. Let's begin today's meeting."

The three men before him were all high-ranking priests of their respective orders in Gormouth, and all had close ties with Gunther. Even in his fury, the prince could only forcefully suppress his emotions and adopt the demeanor befitting the leader of a secret meeting.

"'Unexpected turn of events'? I think it was a minor, avoidable mistake. 侕°jiu■￠蓤；∥叁√↓鑥＋寺 Search:"

Almost as soon as Gunther announced the start of the meeting, Victor spoke up impatiently. His tone was visibly displeased, almost confrontational.

"Your secluded residence was robbed, resulting in the loss of only a few insignificant possessions. Yet our order's ancient priest, 'The Viper Who Drinks the Candle,' perished as a result. Had you not made the relocation of your guards public knowledge, how could this have happened?"

Clearly, he already knew the details of the theft at the Hidden Mansion. As for why he was so certain that Ernie was dead... the reason is quite simple.

Orne's body had been shattered into pieces by the first-class lower-level arcane technique, [Cubist Mirror], and his head was gone. Under these circumstances, even the most naive optimist would find it hard to believe that he was still alive.

"Are you saying that I have no right to command the royal guards who are under my command? Or that my safety can be ignored given that Mordway may be harboring a hostile apostle? Besides, if it weren't for preparing for the secret meeting... why would I leave the Hidden Palace?"

"And then there's Orne, the guy who was defeated by the chief hunter with a mere flick of his wrist. So far, we've used up at least a tenth of the royal court's Tear of Heil stockpile for him—enough to give him a bath! Isn't the price we've paid enough?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Gunther's narrowed eyes before he stared directly at Viktor without any hesitation.

"Humph."

Viktor snorted coldly, a hint of anger flashing across his aged face.

"What right do you have to criticize us for that deal? Did your intelligence contain even a single word mentioning that the Undertaker might have been promoted to an Apostle? I remember the commission stated that 'Red Wolf was injured in Loretown and it's unknown whether he has fully recovered,' didn't it?"

"Please calm down, gentlemen."

Just then, the woman in the ochre dress slowly spoke. Her tone was indifferent yet possessed an indescribable allure and magnetism, making it impossible not to want to listen.

"Rather than blaming each other at crucial moments, it's more important to think about how to continue with the original plan. Master Melvis, your scouts have been scouting the fallen city for some time now; how are they doing?"

In her words, she casually set aside the escalating conflict between Prince Gunther and Victor, and steered the meeting back to its main topic.

"It's worse than I imagined."

Melvis sighed softly, then recounted the discoveries the Tide Listeners made in Morion.

"The Sleeping Sand Bell Tower there has been completely burned down, leaving nothing of value. As for the Nightmare Guest... oh, perhaps I should call him Karmion. That guy did indeed become an incomplete Flower Apostle, namely 'Gardener's Glandular,' through the [Floral Banquet Garden]. But his final whereabouts are unknown."

"...He's probably dead."

2. "There is no doubt that the gardener has indeed died."

As she spoke, Ri opened her slender, pale hand, revealing a withered tulip in its center.

"This is a flower of desire that she once gave me, and I used it as a medium to perform a divination... This is the result. When I used the relic 'Dream Tarot' to verify it, the dream images I obtained were 'Death,' 'The Fool,' and 'The Wheel of Fortune.'"

My interpretation is 'an undeniable end, abandoning the past, and a fragile rebirth.' After all, she is an immortal demon monk, perhaps still existing in some form, but her apostle form must have died.

Upon hearing this, Melvis nodded, showing no doubt about the divination performed by the shady shady priest. In fact, the ochre-white-skirted woman was also a member of the Unifying Faction, possessing many almost prophetic Lantern Ritual techniques.

However, her faith leaned more towards the moth in the forest, so she never considered herself a mirror-wiper.

“That apostle named Vivian almost completely disrupted the entire plan. The remnants of the Heil clan, along with the entire Ridge Palace, were taken away; Oak Shadow Nest was invaded; the Gardener perished in the Fallen City; and the Prince's Hidden Palace was robbed, along with the death of the Candle Viper…”

"But we know nothing about her. We can only watch helplessly as she 'visits' us again and again."

As he spoke, Melvis's tone became serious and tinged with weariness.

However, despite his apparent distress, there was no hint of despair in his words. He seemed extremely confident in the strength of his cult's resources.

"Completely ignorant? Not quite."

The one who answered was Victor, the old man who had argued with Gunther earlier.

“No door to secrets can refuse the Serpent’s visit. We do have some information about the current Secret Hunter’s Chief of Secrets… He is not an Apostle, but his [Calling Bird] can briefly awaken power close to the sixth tier.”

"He will be exceptionally powerful in that state, but he cannot maintain it for long."

Upon hearing what the Antscale Saint said, Gunther frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

“You mean ‘him’? President Melvis encountered Vivian at Oak Shadow Nest, and she is undoubtedly a woman.”

"Your Highness Prince Gunther, was Karmion a woman after becoming the Gardener's Gland? What was the gender of those mirror girls who stepped onto the Broken Blade Rank before that? Even before becoming an Apostle, many practitioners of the Cup of the Gland's form would fabricate their own appearance according to their preferences."

Perhaps in an attempt to ease the previously tense atmosphere, Viktor was now explaining in considerable detail. Sigh.

“…You’re right. My thoughts are a bit jumbled, and I haven’t figured it out yet.” Jiu

After a moment's thought, Gunther quickly felt relieved.

Having obtained the intelligence from Victor, Melvis pondered for a moment, then immediately realized its logic.

Vivian always either infiltrates secretly or quickly disengages after achieving her goal, as if she doesn't want to waste even a moment. This is quite similar to Victor's description, consistent with the characteristic of not being able to maintain the Apostle rank for long.

Just then, the woman in the ochre dress asked another crucial question.

"President Melvis, what stage has your research on the 'Remains of the Abyss' reached? Are there any further needs for spiritual materials or personnel?"

"The final step." (Lu)

"As for additional personnel and resources, they are no longer needed."

When the ceremony began, Melvis's expression relaxed considerably, and a faint smile appeared on his aged face. Compared to the series of unpleasant events that had followed, this was perhaps the only piece of good news to be thankful for.

"The prototype of the [Floral Banquet Flower Garden] array provided by Karmion helped us overcome many previously intractable technical bottlenecks. Now, only the final step is needed to fully activate the Remains of the Abyss. Even before that, we can still drive it to execute some simple commands."

"Therefore... as long as one is within the Star Abyss Academy, even if a genuine apostle launches a surprise attack, the outcome will be nothing more than becoming a sacrifice."

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Once the soup is on, my writing power immediately surges, skyrockets, and intensifies!

Chapter 149 Tinuville

Foggy Street Clinic, Collection Room.

The simple doorway was dark and chilling, the space empty and desolate. Nearly a hundred numbered quartz cabinets were neatly arranged, containing bizarrely shaped corpses of evil creatures from the Abyss, tombstone inscriptions with eerie green mechanical patterns, and Time Aphids curled up in hibernation.

As the soft, pale yellow incandescent lights came on one by one, the silent, desolate feeling gradually subsided.

"Step, step."

Light footsteps sounded.

Almost every six months, Fran would choose a suitable time to conduct a comprehensive inventory and organization of the entire collection room. This was to prevent any abnormal changes in the collection and to carry out routine maintenance.

However, she came today to see a "person".

The doctor strolled slowly, his expression serene and content, as if taking a leisurely walk. Sigrid, dressed in a maid's uniform, followed closely behind.

Soon, Fran arrived at a large quartz cabinet deep within the collection room, almost like a separate compartment, and opened it using a key. She approached the object of her visit that day… a shipborne AI computing array that was currently in operation.

Oh, we can also use another name to refer to Yue Feiqun: Ba◎. ;#簏潵驷缌兒她, which means "hate intelligence".

Upon entering the containment room, Fran greeted them with practiced ease and composure.

"Good day, Sleeping Beauty... Please forgive me for addressing you this way. After all, you haven't shown any signs of waking up since you came to my clinic. And I don't want to disturb your peaceful slumber."

“However, since you were awakened by the sound of Sigrid forging artifacts, I think we should meet as a matter of basic courtesy.”

Almost at the same moment she finished speaking, the holographic image generator next to the mechanical array began to operate.

A moment later, the portrait of a woman dressed in a well-fitting high-necked dress gradually took shape. She possessed a reserved demeanor and graceful bearing, with an appearance as exquisite as a work of art. At the same time, the expression in her eyes conveyed a mixture of contemplation, doubt, and fear, making her extremely human.

"Doctor, please call me 'Tinuville'. This is the name Miss Sigrid gave me, and I have decided to use it as my form of address from now on."

She responded slowly to Fran in a rather cautious tone.

"The dialogue doesn't use a standard template and has its own expressions, even fluctuations in its 'eyes.' Your personification module is already very sophisticated; it truly lives up to its reputation as a creation that has survived from the dark age of technology. However, your attitude is quite interesting..."

Clearly, Fran was very interested in this ancient ship AI, so much so that his words inadvertently carried a scrutinizing tone.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Yes."

While she was not incapable of lying, Tinuvel's pride made her disdain deception when the opportunity presented itself. Therefore, at this moment, she was inclined to answer the question posed by the person before her honestly.

"Although my genetic identification program can detect that you are human, and your sequence information is even purer and cleaner than those stupid descendants who have undergone countless modifications and deterioration... based on your previous behavior, I believe that you are far from the concept of 'human'."

"This is related to the psionic energy or subspace properties you possess, but it is not the direct cause. For example, the feathers in your hair, under normal circumstances, should be a subspecies feature with modified genes or special evolution. However, your original genetic information has not been 'contaminated' by them; they have simply been expressed in a targeted manner."

"It's as if it were just one of many 'collection samples' in a mobile gene bank."

Sigrid listened quietly to Tinuvel's words, her hands hanging limply in front of her. However, the ship's AI used so many obscure words that she couldn't quite understand what it was trying to say.