The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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As long as there is no spread of alien memes and it does not affect the progress of the mission, the Hunter, as the executing unit, has the right to know most information, including important secrets. Moreover, this is a trivial matter, and she had no intention of hiding it.

“In addition to the three ‘people,’ there will also be a special funeral attendant accompanying them.”

After saying that, she took out Bebesa, who was sleeping in a small bamboo basket in the preparation room.

This bamboo basket was originally intended to hold soda crackers, but a leopard cat with a voracious appetite and a strong desire to sleep ate all the crackers inside and then crawled in, thus naturally taking over the space.

"Meow."

Bebesa revealed her sharp, white fangs and gave a long yawn.

She still seemed a little sleepy, so much so that the cat looked somewhat listless.

But upon seeing Haida's slightly narrowed, chestnut-grey eyes, she quickly regained her composure and then sculpted herself into human form amidst the coppery light.

Ever since Haida subdued him with her bare hands during the "extreme test" at the Suspended Blade Training Ground, this guy has become increasingly obedient.

Through subsequent daily training, she was surprised to discover that... the assessment that she had tried her best to achieve but could not make any progress was just a joke for Haida, who had not taken it seriously at all from beginning to end.

Although Bebesa seems to seize every opportunity to sleep, she shouldn't be too harsh on her, since Haida used the same teaching methods that Yaheng used to teach her, making the intensity of the whole process quite frightening.

“奺+:四±「〇◇｀泀坞六中转∫qUn：……Sabertooth creature?”

Ift's lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Prior to today, she had only a very superficial understanding of this type of mythical creature from the Funeral Maids' general knowledge, and therefore was completely unprepared for it. Of course, this was also related to the fact that the Funeral Court had not made any announcements about the return of the saber-toothed beasts.

"As you can see, it's genuine."

With the not-so-arrogant expression of a feline, Bebesa patted her chest.

Although she is nearing full development as a sub-adult, her actual age is not that old. Sometimes she matures unusually due to hatred, and at other times she shows a desire for communication due to loneliness.

Incidentally, she has already learned some basic common language vocabulary, enough to conduct relatively simple conversations.

Haida, who was standing to the side, watched this scene with a rather subtle expression on her face.

“Bebesa, remember this in the future... No matter the occasion, put on your clothes before you start talking to other people.”

“This is very important.”

As she spoke, she swiftly began dressing Bebesa.

Bebesa can put on her soft, close-fitting clothes by herself, but the fastening structure of the funeral maid's armor is a bit complicated, and she still can't put it on very skillfully on her own. Most of the time, Haida helps her.

After this slightly awkward incident, Haida briefly explained the team member allocation plan.

"Agent Vivian will be in charge of the infiltration and penetration operation for this operation, so she will need to operate alone. The others will be working with me in the same team, responsible for direct negotiations with the theater management and responding to unexpected situations."

In fact, the action plan and mission objectives are described in great detail in the mission letter. The reason I'm emphasizing it again is mainly because Bebesa's understanding of written text is like a tragic drama.

“We will depart after dusk. Before that, I suggest we reinforce our arcane incantations and do a low-intensity warm-up.”

After saying that, Haida turned to Vivian and borrowed her two rubbings of secret texts.

That is, "Night Ballad of Mistia" and "Black Feather Secret Sequel".

Vivian naturally wouldn't refuse Haida's request, and after a quick search in her trench coat, she lent her the book. This agent had only recently advanced to the third tier and was still in the accumulation phase of her study of Shadow Manipulation; not having a book to read for a short time wouldn't have a substantial impact.

Watching the two communicate with such tacit understanding, Eve's curiosity and speculation about Vivian deepened even further.

As the only permanent member of Sister Heda's team, her investigative skills and occult abilities probably far exceed my limited knowledge and imagination.

Ifrit was absolutely certain of this.

My life was saved by the other party, and the fact that I am still alive is the strongest factual proof of the above judgment.

The fact that the General Affairs Court and Funeral Court attach such importance to the "skin-covering" incident in the Dwyer case suggests that its nature is extremely heinous, yet she was able to annihilate the contaminated individual during a dangerous contact.

Even under the premise of ensuring one's own survival.

Even for this investigation mission to the Drowned Theater, Sister Heda gave her special permission to act alone... which should also be due to her trust in her abilities.

Vivian was clearly unaware of Eve's thoughts; she was currently tiptoeing to get a new soda cracker from the food supply cabinet in the preparation room.

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Twelve hours after dawn, in Norlington West, at the Drowning Theatre.

Dusk, sunset.

The once-burning sunset gradually cooled, its golden-red hues fading and disappearing into the dark twilight.

As the evening bells tolled, the night grew ever deeper, and the expensive, heavy velvet curtain of the Drowning Theater slowly rose under the burning gazes of the full audience.

The audience maintained a polite silence, yet each person's expression was distinct. Some waited silently, others were impatient and restless, some looked around eagerly, and still others lay low, harboring ulterior motives.

"Ugh."

A barely perceptible sigh quietly rose from the VIP seats on the second floor of the theater.

Elsa held a slender champagne glass and took a sip with a hint of disinterest. As a natural history student at Norlington Central University, she rarely consumed alcohol... but she didn't dislike champagne, a slightly sweet beverage.

"Don't sigh, little Elsa."

The middle-aged man, with a gentle tone, gave a slightly apologetic smile.

A few gray hairs were visible at his temples, making him look nearly fifty. While he wasn't exactly overweight, he had changed slightly from his younger days, to the point that even a well-tailored evening gown couldn't completely conceal it.

“I remember you loved ballet when you were little, and you would pester me to go see the Plum Blossom Festival every year. That’s why I brought you here after I happened to get two VIP passes. If this has caused you any trouble, I will apologize.”

"Dad doesn't want an activity meant to relax you to become a source of trouble for you."

When it comes to his daughter, Eugene Lois always seems to maintain this gentle and humble attitude. He is not without his stern moments, but he only reveals his authority as a father when necessary.

As a collateral descendant of the Lois family, his bloodline could hardly be considered noble, and he received limited resources and support. Although the Lois were a newly risen noble family that depended on the White Cup, even their purest direct descendants were seen by the Merediths as nothing more than vulgar nouveau riche…

Eugene was able to obtain these two VIP tickets mainly due to the spillover effects of the recent upheaval in Gormouth.

This is somewhat complicated to explain. In short, because the sea routes of the Kingdom of the Deep Sea were opened to the White Cup Order like never before, and the local demand for carriage rentals far exceeded that of Norrington, Eugene's company quickly reversed its decline.

Ultimately, through a series of family favors and exchanges of money and influence, Eugene indirectly gained VIP status at the Drowning Theater. His first thought was to bring Elsa along, intending to celebrate her recovery.

Hearing her father's comforting words, Elsa rested her cheek on her hand and began to explain with some difficulty.

"It's not that I dislike it..."

"I haven't finished writing the literature review that Mr. Chihuo assigned me yet. The meanings of the Munro Epic vary greatly in different eras. Although he mentioned that the Zoparros translation should be the main one, I want to conduct a rigorous comparison and reference, so it will take much more time."

She seemed about to sigh again at this point, but held back.

Mr. Inchworm's lectures were truly brilliant. He was simply describing passages from the book, yet he created an irresistible sense of immersion, as if transporting the reader back to a lost era and placing them among the ancient people.

However, this guy would disappear at lightning speed every time class ended, and he could never be found anywhere in the academy. Therefore, whenever Elsa was confused by some overly obscure or ambiguous parts, she could only consult Professor Terence in the History Department.

Perhaps to appease her father, Elsa patted her cheeks, trying to ease the pressure of not having finished her literature review.

"Although the amount of literature to be sorted is quite large, there is still some time before the deadline set by Mr. Chihuo. I should be able to get it done after I go back to the college and visit the Department of History a few more times."

"Until then, let's enjoy the new dance drama with Dad."

Upon hearing this, Eugene smiled slightly again and reached out to pat her head.

"Don't overwork yourself. Make sure to get plenty of rest at the academy. You've lost weight since you came home last time. Have you not been eating properly? Field research in natural history requires a lot of physical strength, so you absolutely can't neglect your nutrition."

Eugene was more attentive than a typical father.

Perhaps because Elsa's mother died early in the Great Plague, and he had no intention of remarrying, he often had to play two roles in family relationships.

As the deep indigo velvet curtain fully rose and the lights focused on the dancers, the father and daughter's conversation was gradually drowned out by the rising orchestral music.

The flute's gentle, clear notes and the lyre's melodious, lingering strains, accompanied by the somber, exotic drumming of Golmouth, formed the initial prelude. The immediate feeling it evoked was one of remoteness and etherealness, as if standing before the surging black waves of a deep sea, gazing up at the hidden stars and moon.

It may not be as varied, but it is more profound.

Art has always been a cycle of novelty and boredom.

The popular productions of the Drowning Theatre in recent years have tended to be modern, and most of them have been repeatedly reviewed and appreciated by critics. Under this premise, classical dance music with a strong traditional style is refreshing.

As a black-haired girl in a grey gauze robe moved her body to the beat of the drums, the ballet "Under Naurmaran" officially began.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Naurmaran

Act one.

The rhythmic music resounded softly, melodious and ethereal, romantic and melancholic, full of captivating mystery.

Elsa leaned against the carved railing of the second-floor VIP seating area, listening intently. She quickly distinguished the sounds of a clarinet and a harp. In addition, there were unfamiliar sounds harmonizing the tones; though she couldn't pinpoint their exact names, they seemed to be the drums and flutes of Gormouth.

The black-haired girl, who had been standing quietly under the spotlight, gracefully tossed her veil over her shoulder and then took a step forward, following the direction in which the dark gray veil fluttered. Her movements were so gentle that they could almost be described as slow, as if she were standing under the starry night sky of a deep sea, walking barefoot on the cold waves of the tide.

Compared to the initial polite silence, the audience was now even more silent.

The dancer's figure and posture were exceptionally graceful. Her skin, covered by her clothing, had a slightly pale hue, which might not look very healthy up close, but under the distance and the stage lights, it revealed a cool, moon-like color.

Most viewers held their breath, seemingly worried that heavy breathing would ruin the immersion and feeling of the moment.

Is this a shock brought about by pure artistry?

Perhaps not.

The Helin Theatre has been operating in the Western District for many years and has a large number of regulars, but there are probably very few people who truly have the ability to appreciate art... Most of them are just parrots and follow the crowd.

While professional critical judgment is rare, the appreciation of beauty is, to some extent, universal. And the person dancing alone on stage at this moment is unabashedly conveying this feeling to the audience.

This is a gentle and soothing dance piece, yet it contains a kind of extremely restrained madness and demonic nature, like an undercurrent surging beneath black waves, where no one knows whether it will stir up a storm or disappear into silence in the next moment.

Both the dancers and the dance possess a captivating charm, yet this is suppressed by the ethereal and melodious tune. Even without backup dancers, the black-haired girl dramatically embodies the concept of "contradiction" within herself.

"This is the new dancer at the Drowning Theater..."

Looking at the person on the stage with their long, flowing black hair like silk ribbons, Elsa had already forgotten about the literature review she was not yet finished, and was irresistibly drawn to them.

At this moment, Elsa's perspective was from above, and the distance was somewhat far, making it difficult to judge the other person's exact figure and appearance. However, at first glance, the other person seemed to be taller than her, and the proportions of their limbs were quite harmonious, even somewhat slender.

Several times she wanted to look away to see her father's reaction, but she was worried that she would miss the exciting parts, so she didn't do so.

"Under Naurmaran, a piece I've never heard before."

"However, when Professor Inchworm was teaching Gormouth recently, he mentioned that the word 'Naumaran' translates to 'sleep flower' in Common, which is the most well-known and beloved flower in Gormouth."

Besides admiring the dance moves, Elsa was also deeply interested in the historical significance of the piece.

Since the VIP seats on the second floor were in private rooms, she didn't need to be as quiet as the audience below. Of course, being a member of the Lois family, she wouldn't make a sound in any situation, and for now she was only uttering a few speculative whispers.

The first act depicts a dancer emerging from the ocean, riding the waves, wandering aimlessly and curiously across uncharted lands... It is a solo dance intended to reveal historical background and a sense of mystery, requiring a high level of skill in creating atmosphere.

This is always the case with one-man shows; once the sense of immersion is lost, the audience will only feel bored and uninterested.

However, those familiar with the history of Gormouth's lost era and with sufficient experience will quickly grasp the essence of this scene. It depicts the ancient Heyle nobles stepping onto land... and the very front of the war of destruction.

Coincidentally, there was such a person in the audience at that moment.

Xitia sat upright in the back row, gazing at the dancers on stage, her deep blue eyes momentarily lost in thought.

After the War of Destruction, the Star Abyss Society's plunder and plagiarism of Heir extended beyond rituals and technology to include the cultural sphere. As one of the few pastimes she had while imprisoned in the Ridge Prison, she would sometimes watch stage plays, and thus had a considerable understanding of their development and evolution.

In Xitia's memory, the dance drama "Under Naurmaran" tells the story of how Hail left the Abyss and came to the lost city of Morion. After gaining the trust of the locals through disguise, he destroyed and slaughtered them, usurped their territory, and was eventually retaliated against by the Star Abyss Society.

As for the name of the dance drama, it is intended to commemorate those brave Listeners who fought against the invasion and were buried under the Dream Sleep Flower.

A story that confuses right and wrong, and turns black into white.

She seemed to want to say something, but the words didn't come out; instead, they turned into a faint, relieved smile on her lips.

Whatever evaluation to make, let's wait until the dance drama is completely over before making any judgments.

This noblewoman from Heyer suffered from spiritual exhaustion during her more than a thousand years of imprisonment, which also fostered in her a habit of staying at home and living quietly alone. She didn't dislike the company of others, but she didn't particularly enjoy going out unless absolutely necessary.

In short, this guy would never be interested in watching a ballet performance alone unless invited.

Fran, the one who invited her, was sitting next to her, observing the inchworm on the stage with great interest. A faint smile played on her lips, as if she were suppressing something, or perhaps it was just her imagination.

Oh, the inchworm, using the eyeballs given to it by Fran, naturally became an extension of the doctor's vision, and its every move was under his observation.

This includes his lectures at the Norlington Department of Political Science and History, his meeting with the intelligence dealer Robbie Shaw at the Saloon Tavern, and his interview at the Drowning Theatre, where he impressed the theatre owner with his stunning performance...

This moth master has recently devoted a lot of his time after class to investigating the Dwyer case, and his work attitude is exceptionally good. As the inchworm's de facto superior, it would seem somewhat disrespectful for Fran not to come to the theater to support him.

After observing the scene briefly, she had to admit that this guy did indeed have the talent to be a dancer.