Saint Seiya Evil Skull

After the cruel blood-drawing incident a few years ago, Andreas Riise was bedridden for several years. He finally picked himself up recently and started to return to his old job. After all, Andreas Riise didn't really want to be an idler. He was just psychologically traumatized by the continuous blows. After the passage of time, he has finally come out of the shadows.

Coupled with Andreas Riise's accumulation in recent years, his strength has undergone fundamental changes, comparable to that of a master with seven senses, and he has the confidence to say no to others.

On this day, Andreas Risser's small clinic, which had been closed for a long time, reopened for business. After all, Andreas Risser had experience in opening a clinic in Asgard, and his clinic had a good reputation and was a warm-hearted person. After all, he wanted to dethrone Queen Hilda and take the throne himself, so Andreas Risser had begun to consciously win over the masses.

As a result, the residents of the neighborhood were familiar with Andreas Riese, and they habitually sought him out for minor ailments. However, for unknown reasons, Riese's clinic suddenly closed, forcing residents to travel further afield for treatment and medication, causing significant inconvenience.

Now that Andreas Riese has reopened, residents no longer have to travel further for medical treatment. After all, Asgard values ​​strength, and many people undergo various training from a young age, resulting in generally good physical fitness and few illnesses. The remaining residents mostly work in clerical jobs, and due to relatively low demand, Asgard has relatively few hospitals and clinics. The sudden closure of a clinic did have a significant impact on the local population.

As soon as Andreas Riese opened his shop, he began to see several patients with minor ailments like headaches and fevers. As he saw more and more patients, his confidence gradually returned. Through his diagnosis and treatment, he became increasingly proficient. After all, he already had a basic understanding of medicine, and the patients' conditions were not serious. Andreas Riese easily wrote prescriptions and dispensed medications.

After a busy day, Andreas Riese finally saw off his last patient. Today was a bit more than usual, but thankfully, none of them were a major problem. He sat at his desk, quietly waiting for the next patient to arrive. However, a long moment passed, and still no one came in. He checked his watch. It was almost seven in the evening, a time when new patients usually wouldn't be coming in. So, he stood up, stretched, and walked to the door, closing it up and leaving.

Because Andreas Riese's clinic is both commercial and residential, with a clinic downstairs and a residence upstairs, after Andreas Riese closed the door, he went upstairs to get some food, took a shower, watched TV for a while, and then went to bed.

In the early hours of the morning, shortly after Andreas Riese fell asleep, he was suddenly awakened by a nearby cosmic presence that seemed to be detecting him. Was this cosmic presence Utgar? Why would he spy on me in the middle of the night? Could it be... could it be? Again? Andreas Riese sat up in bed with a start.

Andreas Riese clenched his fists. "Damn it! If he really dares to come, I'll fight him to the death. This time, I'll make sure he knows I'm not someone to be trifled with. I can't care less about his strength being exposed. I'll just find an excuse to deal with it later! But if anyone dares to come after me and draw my blood again, I'll beat him into a pig's head."

Just as Andreas Riese was still imagining how to sneak up on Utgar while he was in his room, music began to play in his ears, coming closer and closer. Andreas Riese's eyes began to blur, and he felt sleepy. He shook his head, forcing himself to stay awake. It was Miymei's lullaby.

Then, the window of his bedroom suddenly flew open, and in crept a familiar, massive figure—Heracles. That damned bastard, that reckless wretch, why was he here again? How many God Warriors had arrived tonight, and what were they up to? If it were just one or two, he could still fight them off, but now he had spotted three, and he didn't know if there were any backup plans. How should he fight? Should he fight? Or continue to endure the humiliation?

Andreas Riise was still struggling, but Heracles was already swiftly approaching him. What should I do? Should I take action? Still hypnotized, Andreas Riise was in a trance. Before he could hesitate for a moment, Heracles struck him in the back of the neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious. In his last blurry moment, he vaguely saw another person who looked a bit like Frody the Golden Pig. After that, he couldn't remember anything.

In fact, when Heracles first saw Andreas Riese sitting on the bed, he was a bit stunned. How did he wake up? He hesitated, wondering what to do. But then he thought about his team of people—those who were on the lookout, those who were investigating, those who were hypnotizing, and those who were drawing blood. He also dispatched five God Warriors. He didn't have to be afraid of anything. He went ahead. Thinking things over, Heracles didn't care why Andreas Riese was sitting. He walked over to him and knocked him out. The moment he fainted, Heracles breathed a sigh of relief. Mission accomplished, there was nothing left for him to do.

It wasn't until the middle of the next morning that Andreas Riese woke up dazedly from a burst of pain and a knock on the door. He thought it was a patient downstairs who saw that he hadn't opened the door yet so late and was a little anxious, so he knocked on the door and asked him to open the door quickly to see the patient.

However, upon waking, Andreas Riese discovered an excruciating pain in his neck. It looked like that brute, Heracles, had put in a lot of effort to knock him out! Adding to the usual pain in his arm, he lifted his sleeve and, sure enough, saw a red needle mark, surrounded by a slight bruise. Adding to the familiar feeling of weakness, it was clear he had been bled again. And those damned bastards hadn't even bothered to apply pressure to stop the bleeding after drawing his blood.

Oh my god, these damned God Warriors! Andreas Risser alone spotted four of them last night. What the hell are you trying to do? So many of you came here just to get your blood drawn? Is there any justice in this world? Why do you keep picking on me? Can't you just find someone else? Andreas Risser doesn't even think about the fact that these people can't even get hold of other gods!

Andreas Riese thought painfully, "My dear Odin, I want to go home. I don't want to stay with these reckless people anymore."

After feeling sad for a while, Andreas Riese wanted to get up and eat something to recover his blood as soon as possible. However, he felt dizzy as soon as he tried to sit up, so he had to support himself with his hands on the bed to prevent himself from falling down again.

"Damn it! How much blood did those bastards draw from me? Why am I so dizzy?" Andreas Riise didn't know if this was because of the Albelici incident. Plus, because they had a larger number of God Warriors, the inspection team had increased the amount of blood drawn from Andreas Riise. Previously, it was just a few small tubes, but now it was 600cc.

Andreas Riese struggled to get up, found something to eat in the kitchen, and then sank back down to his bed. He needed some rest. Needless to say, under these circumstances, the clinic, which had only been open for a day, was once again closed. This greatly displeased the residents who came to see him. Their work attitude of working one day on, and then resting for many days off was unbearable.

Frodi dripped the blood he drew every night onto the God's Battle Robes one by one, hoping that their God's Battle Robes could undergo their own transformation at the critical moment like Albelisi's Skull God's Battle Robe.

Of course, as the proposer, Alberich did not ask about the rest of the matters. Anyway, I have arranged the people and explained the methods. As for the specific operations and how to operate them, Alberich did not ask or care at all. These are the affairs of other God Warriors.

Besides handling some official business these past few days, he and Hilda had spent the rest of their time alone. Hilda, in order to embarrass his sister Freya, had not taken any action during his interactions with Albelici. Furthermore, he had also prevented Albelici from taking any action. He was determined to strike with one decisive blow, leaving behind a worthy heir for Asgard and the Albelici family.