The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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“I understand your thoughts. These lovely and delicious little creatures do need water to grow. Your words remind me of the drizzle in the forest, as if I can directly smell the scent of moist soil…”

With a satisfied tone, he finished the last plate of food.

“Phew—I’m full, and I sincerely thank you both for your company. I guess you want to enter the inner city of Presville, and I happen to have the key to it, but I have one last question.”

Do you support the Bremen military?

"Or to put it bluntly, are you subordinate to Caesar?"

As the mayor spoke, he gripped his knife and fork tightly, as if he might explode at any moment.

The conversation just now was probably just a bit of entertainment for him, something for his own amusement, while this question was the real focus that would determine the course of the dinner. If the answer wasn't what he wanted, then no matter how amicable the previous negotiations had been, a showdown was inevitable.

Sigrid raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

She had seen the name Bremen before while searching for books and guessed it was a power or country... but that was all she knew about Bremen. As for Caesar, she had never heard of him.

Compared to the previous divergent questions, the mayor's question now had a very clear focus.

The answer he sought was no longer a poetic or artistic fantasy, but a simple "yes or no." Straightforward and leaving no room for excuses.

The choice now rests with Sigrid.

Should she honestly admit that she knows nothing about it, or choose between admitting and denying it?

"What's wrong, ma'am? Is your relationship with Bremen... something you need to think about for a long time?"

Mayor Yi narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of displeasure. But perhaps because he was quite satisfied with the dinner, he remained patient.

Upon hearing this, Sigrid stopped trying to guess the stance and relationship of the person in front of her.

She looked up and stared directly at the other person before slowly opening her mouth.

Lu: "That's not the case. In fact, I don't know what Bremen or Caesar actually refers to. If possible, I would appreciate it if the mayor could enlighten me."

When forced to discuss topics that are clearly not so serious, the artisan lady can skillfully engage in evasive conversations, but when faced with serious matters, she still prefers to use honesty as her mode of negotiation.

"You know nothing... It seems you really are a newcomer to this place."

"take it."

The mayor looked enlightened, then took out a lion-shaped brass key from inside his suit jacket and placed it on the dining table. With a flick of his index finger, he pushed it in front of Sigrid.

The tense atmosphere eased completely at that moment.

"As for answering your questions, well, that's not something that can be explained in just a few words."

"Besides, I'm not one of those museum guides who love to give long lectures. After a delightful meal, I prefer to enjoy some quiet time alone. But I have a lot of books on this subject in my mansion, you can browse them yourself... just don't make too much of a mess of the bookshelves."

Sigrid was neither surprised nor disappointed by his attitude; she simply nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Mayor. Well then, thank you again for the invitation.”

"Farewell."

Although he didn't get much of what he wanted from the other party, at least he allowed himself to find the answers in the mansion's collection of books, so it wasn't a complete loss. As for the lion-shaped key... it was just a dispensable bonus.

Aside from situations protected by special secret rituals, she has never encountered a door that she cannot open.

Sigrid slowly walked out of the mansion's banquet hall, intending to search the room where the books were kept. But then Flamel gently tugged at her sleeve, his pale cheeks flushed slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

8 Before she could speak, the craftswoman realized what she had overlooked.

Although nothing unpleasant happened at the dinner, the dishes provided by the mayor were so strange that the two of them couldn't possibly try them... Therefore, Flamel's stomach was still empty.

The little guy walked all the way from the train through the forest to the old town, eating only a little bread and fried eggs the entire time.

6. The result was obvious: she was hungry.

"Please wait a moment, Flamel, I'll go make dinner." Sigrid's eyes showed a hint of apology.

After saying that, she borrowed the kitchen in the mayor's mansion. It was fully equipped with all kinds of tableware, and the water supply and stove were both in good working order. Although she didn't actually need to use the stove to heat food…

About twenty minutes after she died, Sigrid used the ingredients she had collected to make an Ottoman-style cheese pie, served with a soup made of red peppers, mushrooms and a little pepper.

Given the limited variety of ingredients and spices available to him, Si's ability to achieve this level of skill is truly remarkable.

She actually wanted to add meat to the dishes, since protein and a moderate amount of fat are extremely important for children's physical development, but the sources of meat products that could be found in the old town were not so reassuring, so she decided against it.

Let's make up for it by adding a few more eggs.

Flamel held a silver spoon and deftly placed the cheese pie into his mouth, occasionally parting his lips slightly to blow away the wisps of steam that swirled around it.

Her eating manners were quite similar to Fran's, reserved yet not sluggish, almost elegant.

When the plate used for baking pies was empty, Flamel breathed a sigh of relief and finished her meal. Sigrid, who was sitting next to her, immediately took a silk handkerchief from her bosom and carefully wiped the corners of her lips.

Just then, she softly called out Sigrid's name.

"Sister Sigrid."

"what happened?"

Sigrid tilted her head slightly, her molten gold eyes gleaming with warm affection, as if anticipating the feedback from the person before her regarding the meal.

"Dinner... was delicious."

Because of the rise in blood sugar after eating, Flamel looked healthier than before, and her skin had a slightly rosy glow. However, her words this time were not simply to express her appreciation for the artisan's cooking skills.

Actually, she didn't initially tug at Sigrid's clothes because she was hungry, but because she sensed something unusual about the mayor and wanted to warn him.

However, before she could say anything, Sigrid gave her an "I understand" look and quickly began preparing dinner... which meant she could only finish eating before mentioning her discovery.

"And also, that town mayor..."

Flamel's voice was a little soft, so Sigrid leaned closer to hear her better.

“I saw a tormented soul inside his body. Like a drowning person trapped at the bottom of the sea, constantly enduring high pressure and suffocation... yet unable to die quickly, only slowly losing reason and humanity.”

"Or want to shout, but water has already filled your throat. Or want to weep, but your tears have already merged into the ocean current."

As she uttered those words, she seemed to empathize deeply, her brows furrowing involuntarily, revealing a hint of discomfort. However, she stopped crying, as if one person's pain was insufficient to fully awaken the sorrow hidden deep within her thoughts.

Seeing this, Sigrid reached out and gently patted Flamel's back to soothe her.

Sigrid herself had no idea that the mayor had such a complex inner world. In her eyes, he was a gloomy, irritable, and strange man who followed some kind of ideology... and his taste in food was truly unacceptable.

However, the world may look quite different to those with overly keen intuition.

She can understand.

“Then let’s go and visit him after we’ve finished reading through the books here. If necessary… I will follow your wishes and end his suffering.”

Sigrid offered gentle and comforting words.

Although the mayor was arguably the most amiable individual he had encountered since arriving in Presville, conflict was still inevitable if their positions clashed. The Sunforge was a cruel deity devoid of mercy, and its followers would abandon unnecessary compassion.

"Before that, I'd like to take a look at the books here."

"Ah."

Feeling the warm, gentle caress on his back, Flamel lowered his gaze and gradually calmed down.

……

After some investigation, it was found that the mayor's residence contained mostly political newspapers and magazines. Due to the wartime situation, most of the content was written by war correspondents, and was concise and to the point, with very little sensationalism.

With the information she gained, Sigrid finally had a comprehensive and framework-like understanding of the world system she was in.

The country I am currently in is called "Bohemia", and Préciville is the capital of Bohemia.

More accurately... the former capital.

The powerful nation of Bremen, under the leadership of the dictator Julius Caesar, invaded the region. After a series of protracted and brutal battles, Bohemia was forced to cede its capital in a "peace treaty".

Therefore, the mayor's motivation for asking the last question becomes understandable.

He was simply trying to confirm whether he was an aggressor in Bremen.

Of course, besides these newspapers that would be thrown into the toilet after being read once, Sigrid also found various ritual texts around the ritual room of the decaying priest, the most valuable of which was a physical Bible.

[The Skin Bible - The Chapter of Olmir]

He is neither the old god nor the new god; He is comparable to the old god, yet far surpasses the new god.

To be precise, Olmir was a perfect ascendant who was originally human. His death and martyrdom on the cross did not end his life, but rather freed him from the shackles of his old self... He died and rose again, returning on the third day.

This is a familiar, somewhat clichéd story, so there's no need to elaborate further.

After packing away all the potentially needed books, Sigrid's maidservant robe pockets were bulging like a hamster's cheek pouches stuffed full of food. Fortunately, her uniform, designed by Fran himself, had relatively large pockets.

She doesn't actually have a collecting habit; the reason she collected supplies along the way was mainly to prevent supply shortages.

After all, little Flamel needs to eat.

...If only Dr. Fran were here, I could just put any collectibles in her medicine box. That seemingly lightweight little box has an astonishing capacity; it could even easily hold a power sword as tall as a person, "Nirvana."

After slightly adjusting her breathing rhythm, Sigurd collected her thoughts and walked back the way she came towards the dining room of the town's second residence.

It was time for a second, less-than-friendly meeting with the mayor.

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soup!

Chapter Fifty-Three: Single-Minded Focus [The Final Sacrifice]

The restaurant is located on the second floor of the mayor's residence.

The mayor did not leave his table at that moment; he seemed to be enjoying a peaceful and quiet time, just as he had said.

No longer troubled by hunger, the mind and body are in a relaxed state; there are no more busy official duties to attend to, and no annoying noises in the ears... The sweltering daytime seems to have gone far away, leaving only the rest and comfort of the long night.

The moment of leisure after a meal is indeed worth savoring.

If he could, he would have a glass of whiskey or white wine as an after-dinner drink, or light a pipe to numb his already chaotic thoughts with the nicotine flooding his lungs.

However, with the return of the two guests, the mayor's leisurely solitude today was destined to come to an end.

As Sigrid stepped into the restaurant, the mayor frowned, his expression turning somewhat cold. In fact, his face was already highly distorted, with no hair on his face or the top of his head, so only the skin around his eyebrows was twitching.

"Madam, I seem to recall telling you not to bother me tonight. You may find whatever you desire within the manor—books, supplies, or any other trinkets you happen to stumble upon..."

"terribly sorry."

Sigrid nodded slightly, but her tone carried a resolute firmness.

“The doctor I serve believes you have a serious illness and are suffering greatly. Therefore, I will follow her wishes… to heal your pain. I do not know the specific medical treatment and its consequences, but I will do my best to make it happen.”

"You have the right to refuse, but that won't affect what I'm going to do."

If Sister Heda were here, she probably wouldn't explain in such detail. For a Hunter, carrying out orders from above doesn't require a reason; she simply announces her arrival and the impending battle.

The craftswoman is relatively gentle.

Considering the relatively harmonious atmosphere at the dinner earlier and the other party's willingness to offer help, she would clarify her position beforehand.

However, regardless of who the visitor was or what negotiating language they used, the mayor felt deeply offended. Bruising blue veins bulged on his forehead, rising and falling violently in sync with his heartbeat.

"Absurd!"

The deep, resonant syllables resonated from his throat, causing the candlesticks on the table to tremble slightly.

"What's wrong with you, you arrogant wretch? Don't you understand that inviting you to sit at the same table with me is already a great honor for you? And what about my trust in you, the help and support I've given you, and that key to the inner city, damn it..."

How dare you, how dare you trample on my kindness like this?

In a fit of rage, the mayor slammed his fist, gripping the knife and fork, down onto the dining table. The solid wood table instantly shattered, splintering and cracking until it finally broke in two.

At the same time, his exceptionally large and imposing physique was fully revealed.

This guy was nearly three meters tall, maybe even taller, with an inverted triangle physique. Beneath his linen vest and suit lining were bulging muscles and fat, as if they might tear the clothing covering him at any moment.

Compared to the town mayor, the woodcutter was merely a normal person, while those madmen driven insane by the scorching moon were no different from frail children.

This shows that a balanced diet of meat and vegetables is indeed very helpful for physical development.

Sigrid remained silent, raising her hand to signal Flamel to retreat to a less conspicuous place. She was not afraid of violent conflict, but she was never reckless either, and she would fight with all her might against any enemy.

At the same time, she also had to consider the loss of spiritual energy.

Only when she is wielded as the "Pseudo-Sun Sword" can Sigrid output the power of the Primordial Sun Fragment with near-theoretical efficiency, and even then, she requires a wielder to assist and harmonize it. Her human form is more of a limitation for her.

The daylight in Presville was too dim, and it was already night.

Perhaps the craftswoman can still defeat the person before her by releasing light and heat and using the secret art of melting gold, but she has been fighting without being replenished... Even if she is a fragment originating from the supreme sun, she will eventually dim, just as a burning star will eventually die at the end of time.