Doctor of Science's Journey into Another World

Claire No. 7 felt herself surrounded by nothingness. The concept of time seemed to not exist here. She couldn't think about anything. She was going to sink here forever until she became part of the dark nothingness.

Until a milky white light suddenly appeared in the dark void, and Claire No. 7 felt the pain of her flesh being torn apart. She recalled that this was caused by the serious injury she suffered when she and the team were chasing a doctor from Zangyuan not long ago.

Claire No. 7 recalled the mission her team was carrying out, the teachings of the White Sun Sect, and her duties as a demon hunter that she would never forget.

So, Claire No. 7 wanted to escape from this dark void. She struggled violently, completely ignoring the increasing pain that followed.

Oren, who was dozing off with half his eyes half closed, suddenly caught a glimpse of the witcher girl struggling violently on the bed. This instantly woke up all his sleepiness and he quickly spoke to comfort her: "Don't be like this, if you move again, the wounds on your body that have healed with great difficulty will split again!"

Seeing that the girl on the bed was still moving around, Oren decisively released the intermediate level mind clearing spell and sleeping spell, but it had no effect on the girl who had regained consciousness on the bed.

Claire No. 7 was struggling on the bed, and it seemed that she would get up at any moment. Oren saw that some of the bandages wrapped around the girl had begun to bleed, so he shouted hurriedly: "If you are not healed, how can you participate in the mission of Claire's team? Do you still want your friends to worry about you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl who was still moving around on the bed calmed down instantly, and Oren slumped down on a low stool beside him and let out a sigh of relief.

Oren knew why the petite girl on the hospital bed was like this. He remembered that the girl had already lost consciousness when she was sent here, and her memory should still be stuck on the previous battle with Zang Yuan.

Oren helplessly looked at the girl who was about to sit up. Although he had heard that demon hunters were paranoid people who only knew how to fight, Oren obviously underestimated the degree of paranoia of demon hunters.

There was once a tavern story that was widely circulated in the Central Plains. It roughly told the story of a dark elemental elf being hunted by a team of demon hunters.

This unfortunate elf was chased by the team from Beixu to the Western Regions, and then from the Western Regions through the Central Plains to the Eastern Lands, and was even finally chased to the Southern Border. However, this twenty-year pursuit consumed the already limited lifespans of all the members of this demon hunter team.

The long lifespan of elves is common knowledge known to people across the continent. Their lifespan of thousands of years is the envy of many races. However, the average natural lifespan of demon hunters, which is forty years, is the exact opposite of the elves.

Although this dark elemental elf was subsequently hunted by other demon hunter teams, the fact that he used time to wear out an entire demon hunter team has always been talked about with relish.

Oren once heard this interesting story when he secretly went to the tavern to drink without telling the old priest, but what impressed Oren more was the witcher's almost crazy obsession with the black magician, an obsession that really reached the point of death.

Looking at the girl lying on the hospital bed, breathing steadily and quietly, Oren had no doubt that if she sensed the call from her team members now, she would immediately stand up and join the battle.

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In front of a shabby hotel not far from Garcia's territory stood a man in a light black cloak covered with dirt and holes. He turned his back to the hotel door and looked up in the direction of Garcia's territory, as if thinking about something.

The innkeeper who was dozing off behind the counter saw a guest coming and immediately came up to him with a big smile on his face, introducing his hotel diligently as he walked.

"Well, this is a trace of dark element magic, it looks like it's of a high level. Oh, there's also light element magic, huh? Is this the secret technique of the Moon Goddess sect... It looks really lively, but unfortunately I still have things to do for the head witch."

The man in black robe was talking to himself in a low voice with a strange accent, and even the nearby innkeeper couldn't hear a word he said.

At this time, the innkeeper was still enthusiastically introducing the hotel's delicious food. However, in the blink of an eye, the man in black robe disappeared without even making a sound, as if the man in black robe had never appeared.

The innkeeper looked around in a daze inside the inn, then ran out to check around. After confirming that the man in black had disappeared, he was about to curse, but suddenly the surroundings became noticeably darker.

When the innkeeper looked up, he was shocked to find that several large creatures that blocked out the sky were passing over the inn and completely blocking out the two suns. This scene made the innkeeper uneasy and he fell to the ground, shaking all over.

When the Campbell family's three-headed earth dragon beast passed through Garcia's territory, many civilians and even some wealthy businessmen would react in the same way as the innkeeper.

Garcia Territory is a relatively poor viscounty on the southern border of the Omo Empire. Most people in the territory have never seen the appearance of a ground dragon beast, let alone even heard of it.

When the three-headed earth dragon beast gradually went away, some of the braver citizens dared to stand up and loudly discuss the huge creatures that had just passed over their heads.

Soon, the Earth Dragon Beast flew to the sky above Campbell's base in the northern part of Garcia Territory, and Viscount Garcia had been waiting there for a long time.

Viscount Pol Garcia is a fat middle-aged man with sparse hair that is now covered with hairspray. He has the same goatee as Earl Campbell on his greasy face, but this beard not only fails to make Viscount Garcia have the refinement of Bai Hao's father, but makes him look even more wretched.

At this time, Bol was standing with his head held high, leaning on a ruby-inlaid cane, his round belly protruding. Behind him stood Bol's clansmen and many servants.

Bol had prepared for today's welcome for many days. He even skipped his favorite brothel in recent days, all for the sake of giving the Campbell family a good impression, hoping that the Campbell family would increase their investment in Garcia Territory.

Just yesterday, an officer from Campbell's garrison came to his estate to convey a request from Viscount Campbell, whom he had never met.

Although he felt bad about moving the boxes of gold coins to the Church of the Goddess of the Bright Moon yesterday, Bol was more worried and anxious than this, so much so that he couldn't sleep last night.

Yesterday, after learning that Viscount Campbell had arrived in Garcia Territory in advance, Bol immediately went to the military camp to visit the future master of Campbell Territory with generous gifts. However, he was sternly rejected by the legion commander named Colin. The legion commander with an extremely cold expression even warned him not to disturb their young master.

Everything that happened yesterday made Paul unable to sleep or eat, so he came to the place where the Campbell family's earth dragon beast landed early today, trying to please Viscount Campbell with a grand welcome ceremony.