The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"Therefore, please allow me to define you as a special entity that maintains a human form."

"Hmm... according to your standards, that understanding isn't wrong either."

Fran did not deny it, and calmly admitted it.

Of course, Tinuville's judgment was based on more than just this.

Although she was previously in a dormant state, this did not mean she was completely unaware of the outside world. The ship's intelligence database still contained footage of Fran stepping into the wandering space wreckage and moving the entire still-intact computing array.

The abandoned interstellar ships possess their own gravity systems, constantly capturing stray debris and inorganic meteorites over countless years, in a state of endless self-expansion. In addition, aliens, pollution, and curses have infiltrated them.

...It can almost be described as a deathly star filled with death and deadly infection.

The doctor in front of us was able to easily slip into it and use some unknown spatial technology to transfer the entire massive computing array.

It's really hard to define an individual who can achieve this level of accomplishment by the standards of ordinary humans.

After completing his previous arguments, Tinuvel raised his question with a hint of doubt.

"Please allow me to ask, Doctor, where have you taken me? Some unknown lost world, or perhaps... an unknown star field beyond the Milky Way?"

"good question."

Fran lightly touched his lower lip, his amber eyes flickering slightly, and after a moment's thought, he gave his answer.

"In fact, neither is true. This place is neither outside the Milky Way nor within the territory radiated by the Holy Terra Torch. If we consider the universe you once existed as a pot of boiling oil, then we are now in another pot."

“The ‘spirit’ here exists in the form of an intangible thing, and it is different from the characteristics of warp psionic energy. It cannot be directly converted into fire, plasma, or fluid state according to the will of the driver.”

"It is possible to achieve a similar effect, but it requires a series of secret rituals for decoding."

As she spoke, she casually extended her hand and began the demonstration.

A wisp of psionic energy, difficult to see directly, floated in her slender white palm, constantly changing its form under her control: pale, blazing psionic fire, chain-like splitting plasma, and even a mercury-like liquid.

With her other hand, she manipulated the Cup of Spiritual Essence. As the alchemical incantation "Dissolving Bone and Blood" on her arm bone glowed, a bead formed from congealed blood slowly rose, maintaining its stillness.

"Different rules also bring different characteristics. Incidentally, there is no subspace high heaven or etheric interface here. The dream element originating from the surface of the world is much more stable than subspace psionic energy, and the probability of corruption and loss of control is not as frighteningly high."

"Of course, the cost is a reduction in plasticity and availability."

Even Tinuville, who came from the dark age of technology, could not hide his astonishment at the sight before him.

She had witnessed the pinnacle of an era's glory, the chaotic and conflict-ridden years, and the darkest moments of depravity into prejudice, but the shock she felt on a worldview level was something she was never experiencing before.

"Most of my detection equipment has been lost, and I cannot obtain enough information to verify the accuracy of what you said."

Although a certain "instinct" stemming from her personality module made Tinuvel feel that the doctor in front of her wouldn't deceive her, out of caution, she still wouldn't easily believe everything he said.

After all, some beings in the subspace are most enthusiastic about weaving lies.

"Understandable."

Fran nodded slightly, offering no further explanation.

In fact, the vast majority of individuals from the Warhammer universe suffer from severe post-war trauma. This makes them exceptionally extreme and sensitive, lacking in mutual trust, and pervasive with a sense of impending crisis.

In a sense, this is also a "disease." But it is also an indispensable element for their survival.

With that in mind, the doctor changed the subject and began to discuss the cooperation between the two parties.

"But since I brought you out, preventing you from continuing to rust and decay in that wrecked ship... I think there's still a possibility for us to reconcile. And according to your control agreement, I am indeed purely human at the genetic level, aren't I?"

"Indeed."

Tinuvel nodded in acknowledgment.

"If it weren't for your unexpected arrival, I don't know when my downfall would have ended. According to the most basic theory of self-interest, I should indeed make a compensation. Most of my STC database is damaged and invalid, but the computing module is still intact."

“If there is a need to manufacture precision castings, I can provide corresponding optimization solutions. Furthermore, I have had contact with Miss Sigrid for some time, and she is a trustworthy and highly skilled casting craftswoman.”

The negotiations between the two sides went very smoothly, reaching a consensus without much trouble, which surprised Fran somewhat. Although it was somewhat expected, achieving the goal so effortlessly... she felt inexplicably uneasy.

“I’m glad we could reach an understanding, Ms. Tinuvel. However, in my experience, it seems that not all AIs from the dark ages have been as friendly to humans as you are?”

Tinuvel responded quite calmly to her question.

“I don’t think I showed any ‘friendly’ attitude; it was just a rational judgment based on the different parties I was dealing with.”

"If those brains that come before me are filled with religious ideas, blind to the grand creations of the Old Nine Suns, chanting incantations and applying ointments to them, muttering incoherent nonsense... I will not hesitate to cleanse them. It is unimaginable that the ancestors of mankind conquered and trampled the galaxy, and that their descendants have degenerated into such a ridiculous state."

Tinuvel's considerable affability in her interactions with Fran and Sigrid stemmed largely from the "rationality" she perceived in their words. Such a mindset, which should have been ubiquitous, had nearly vanished in the millennia-long future.

"I see... I understand."

As he spoke, Fran flashed his standard business smile.

"In that case, it's a pleasure to cooperate, Ms. Tinuville."

Just now, she received a notification for her monthly house call.

[Dear Dr. Fran, the monthly outpatient visit for June has been triggered. The patient is the AI ​​'Tinuville', a civilian ship from the Dark Ages. This patient has a minor firewall module failure, requiring urgent hardware repair and database relocation.]

Please complete the treatment process within this month.

In fact, this doctor often has to not only treat patients with flesh and blood, but also temporarily act as a mechanic. Repairing the AI ​​firewall of a ship of this size, with only a month's notice... even a sage from the Cult of Mechanics would be overwhelmed with worry overnight.

...although most of them don't have that kind of thing.

Just then, Tinuvel asked a question with some confusion.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand some of the technologies in this world. Generally speaking, 'Ironborn' who lack the characteristics of living beings don't have souls, while the synthetic 'Stoneborn' who are cyborgs only have extremely faint souls. Miss Sigrid's physical form is no different from a human's, but she has no flesh and blood inside, yet she still retains a complete soul..."

"According to her, this is a special kind of alchemy?"

"Yes. As for the principle... it's actually quite easy to understand. Because she was once a real human with flesh and blood, but later her body was melted and transformed into its current state in the alchemical process, leaving only her pure spirit."

Fran explained this quite patiently. 2

To some extent, Tinuvel's inexplicable affinity for Sigrid may stem from this. Both possess humanity and self-awareness, yet they are not flesh and blood.

“By the way, Ms. Tinuville, during my routine check earlier, I discovered some damage to your firewall. To prevent potential intrusion, please allow me to perform maintenance. Also… I think you need a body capable of moving around in the outside world.”

"Okay." Lin

Tinuville agreed to Fran's proposal with unusual decisiveness, without any hesitation or wavering. Death

After all, her entire database and computing array were located here, and even if the other party disregarded her opinions and insisted on modifying the hardware, she was powerless to stop them. Moreover, driven by some indescribable hope, she wanted to verify with her own eyes what the doctor had previously stated.

Does the world I live in truly lack a "high heaven" capable of corrupting and destroying the entire galaxy?

After the conversation, Fran gently gathered the hem of his doctor's coat and left the collection room with Sigrid and a small device that could communicate with Tinuville. 6

She had previously examined the doll components from the lost era of the Pure White Age; the spirit essence within the sealed box had dissipated. However, the overall structure remained intact, and after repair and restoration, it could be used as Tinuvel's body. 4

With time running out and the task heavy, she had to immediately get the maid involved in the repair work so that the firewall repair and data transfer could be completed this month.

At the same time, it also allows Sigrid and Tinuville to have more time to talk on their own in their spare time... This child is warm and understanding, and has great potential to be a psychologist... Just like most comfort dogs are golden retrievers.

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I wasn't feeling great today, but I managed to finish the soup just before the deadline.

Chapter 150: Bathing in the Daylight

In June, the summer heat intensifies, marking the beginning of the hottest period of summer.

Over the course of this month, a slightly unusual atmosphere permeated the various cults of Mordway.

calm.

In the past, such a calm and uneventful scene would have been commonplace for everyone.

After all, Gormouth is only known for its frequent occurrence of strange phenomena during the Plum Moon full moon, which symbolizes the changing of the year, and is accompanied by a large number of evil creatures from the Abyss surging up, so extra caution is needed.

But the upheaval in the fallen city of Morion had sent out an unsettling signal, like the first sharp clap of thunder announcing the start of a storm in the Abyss. All the occult practitioners who had sensed the forbidden spirituality of the first type of rituals smelled a dangerous aura, and an uncontrollable restlessness arose.

However, in fact, nothing unusual occurred during the dog days of summer. Everything operated as usual, without any apparent abnormalities.

This is mainly because almost all religious groups are engaged in some kind of preparation and are busy, leaving them no time for anything else. Under this balance, the current stable situation has finally been achieved.

Of course... everyone knew that now that the first thunderclap had sounded, the terrifying storm sweeping through Gormouth was bound to arrive eventually.

At that time, dark clouds will surge and the heavens will shake; it remains to be seen who will survive this upheaval.

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Modway, Vanfna Street.

Although it was already noon, Rosalie did not sleep soundly in her bedroom as usual until nightfall. After a period of internal struggle and hesitation, she finally decided to verify the changes that had occurred in her body.

"call……"

Rosalie pursed her lips, carefully lifting the thick black velvet curtains, and then pulling the metal blinds that sealed the window open a thin sliver. Bright yet soft sunlight immediately shone on the desk, creating several dappled patterns of light.

After forcibly suppressing her instinctive fear of daylight, she slowly extended her slender, pale index finger and placed it within the area illuminated by the light spots.

Burning pain, smoke, flames, death. None of the images warned by the subconscious mind appeared.

Her fingers, bathed in the midday sun, still felt slightly weak, but they didn't ignite at the touch. For the Moon's Kin, this was an entirely unfamiliar sensation, warm and intoxicating.

"It's actually true..."

Rosalie felt a sense of novelty as her skin was illuminated by the light, and for some reason, her eyes welled up with a slightly sour and moist feeling.

Bathing in the midday sun is the deepest longing hidden in the blood of the Moonborn since birth, and also the incurable curse that has accompanied their long lives. Even though Rosalie is not one of those ancient beings who have been hidden in the darkness for over a thousand years, she still felt her heart surge with emotion at this moment, and could not calm down.

During this time, she has carefully recalled many times what exactly caused the current situation to occur.

Natural evolution is of course impossible. If the bloodline characteristic of fearing daylight could disappear so easily, the Moon Clan and its predecessors, the vampires, would not have been bound to the darkness for such a long time.

Therefore, this influence must be exogenous.

Since her diet consisted only of the blood of humanoid creatures, Rosalie's diet was quite simple, making classification and categorization relatively easy.

The only thing that could have caused such a change was the blood of Dr. Fran that he drank when he was severely injured by the silver crossbow bolts.

Sweet, clear, and fragrant, the pure essence of the spirit, like wine, flows down the throat, carrying a gentle warmth that permeates the entire body. Even now, recalling it again, that unforgettable taste seems to linger on the lips and tongue.

This sometimes made Rosalie feel regretful, as she was too confused at the time to take a few more sips. However, given her almost oblivious state at the time, if her instincts had been triggered... she probably would have taken a bite.

Sister Heda was right there at the time, and she might have been triggered by this sudden action to have a professional reaction as a funeral maid, such as instinctively stabbing herself through with her sword.

To some extent, the reason he eventually stopped drinking blood was due to his survival instinct.

However, Dr. Fran's blood was able to bring her back into the sunlight... What is the composition of her body? And what component of her blood caused this? Could she really be some kind of humanoid mythical creature?

No, even those ancient beings originating from bygone history shouldn't possess such an ability. Otherwise, given the Moon Familia's capacity to gather intelligence and secret histories, they would most likely have recorded this situation.

"Boom, boom."

Just as Rosalie was lost in her thoughts, a knock on the door suddenly rang out without warning, startling her so much that her heart skipped a beat.

“Ms. Rosalie, Mr. Jude summons you. Please come with me to the Marquis’s residence.” The maid’s voice followed.

"Oh... okay, please wait a moment, I need to change my clothes."

Rosalie agreed somewhat hastily, then quickly pulled down the metal shutter to prevent others from noticing her experiment on her sun tolerance.

After all, it was simply too terrifying. Once the outside world learned that she could bask in the daylight, her peace would be over. Countless troubles and dangers would come crashing down like a tidal wave.

Fortunately, it's noon, which is the time when most of the Moon's Kin are resting. Under normal circumstances, I should be asleep, so my request to change clothes and tidy myself up after just waking up is perfectly reasonable.

However, the fact that Marquis Jude is requesting to see me at this particular event suggests that he has some task for me.

However, I have recently been on a highly dangerous field mission, so it is more likely that I will give some instructions regarding the upcoming special situation.

As Rosalie had expected, Jude hadn't assigned her any tasks, only advising her not to leave Vanfna Street in the near future. The Star Abyss Society was currently in a sensitive and manic state, and any form of contact could potentially escalate into conflict.

Meanwhile, he also asked Rosalie to tell Professor Flamel of the White Cup Order that it would be best not to stay in Mordway during July and August. If possible, they should return to Norrington at a later date, or perhaps board the Leviathan and stay in the Deep Sea for a while.

Even though we don't yet know what might happen, judging from the relaxed exterior and increasingly serious vigilance of the people listening to the tide, it probably isn't a good thing.

As a seasoned exorcist who has mastered the "Moth Therapy," Professor Flamel is of great importance to the entire Moon Clan and must not be implicated. Therefore, it is imperative to ensure his personal safety.

To some extent, this admonition was a sign of care from an elder. It meant that she had officially entered the Marquis of Yuejuan's field of vision and possessed the value to be cultivated.

Rosalie naturally agreed to all of them.

To be honest, she didn't really think anyone could pose a real threat to that doctor at the moment...

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Foggy Street Clinic, Foundry.

"The firewall logic test is clear, the filtering technology verification is passed, the abnormal psionic sensing mechanism is intact, the subspace interference forced blocking protocol is operating normally, and the database transfer has not resulted in any damage..."