The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

"But unfortunately, this plan is not feasible. 'Mist Street Clinic' does not exist in any of the future reflections shown by the Ancient Banyan Tree of Time. Even if someone with the same name as me exists, she has no ability to help us."

"I see."

Haida was not discouraged; after all, it was just a fleeting thought.

After a break and some psychological support during the conversation, Haida's body and mind gradually adjusted to reality. Fran then began directing his head nurse, preparing to officially begin the house call procedure.

"Don't worry, I can roughly locate my limbs. It won't be difficult to find them. The first one is my right arm, near the base of the Tower of the Sun."

Right arm? This reminded Haida of Fran's image in the dream... a hand detached from the body.

"Dr. Fran... [The dream-wake cycle] has trapped both of us, but why am I whole while you only have one hand left?"

With that, Haida lifted the lampshade, dusted herself off, and stepped back into the towering and magnificent Suncasting Tower.

"This ritual was aimed at you alone. But it inadvertently acquired something, and that thing just happened to be made from the memories I had stripped away."

"Therefore, I can appear in your dream world in an incomplete form."

Haida pondered for a moment, then had her answer. "Is it that book, 'The Sayings of Silence'?"

“That’s right. By the way, the scriptures displayed on my bookshelf are all made by reprocessing my own memories, in order to control potential memetic hazards.”

At the same time, the reason why all the hidden sects in the spiritual world constructed by [Establishing Dreams] no longer exist, and why there are many obvious flaws and clues... is because Fran's memories have contaminated the ritual, greatly reducing its stability.

Haida, carrying Fran, walked through the deep, dust-filled corridors of the Tower of the Suncast and headed straight for the depths of the tower's base.

"still have a question."

"Please ask," Fran said with unusual patience and humility.

After all, speaking is one of the few ways she can interact with the outside world right now, and there doesn't seem to be anything else to do if she doesn't chat with Haida.

Why is the doctor who resembles you in your dream called 'Flameme'?

"Oh, that's a long story..."

Just as Fran was pondering how to explain this, a figure suddenly lunged at Heda from the blind spot around the corner.

His body was withered and thin, but his movements were incredibly fast.

Haida's eyes narrowed, and just as her opponent was about to touch her, she punched him through the chest.

"Not a living thing..."

Haida sensed no sign of life from the other person, and the feeling of hitting them was strange. It lacked the solidity of flesh and blood, resembling more of a hardened, dried corpse.

"The visibility is a bit low, let me turn on the light for you."

Fran then activated [Dust Removal]. As the spherical field glowed, the uninvited guest's face became clear.

His aged, withered face was covered with proliferating tumors, and his eye sockets were completely black, the eyeballs no longer visible. Countless crimson crystalline masses could be seen clinging to the various shapes of his alchemical organs, where a hole had been punched through his chest.

This face looked strangely familiar... Haida carefully examined it for a while, and finally managed to identify him with difficulty.

"Anderson, the 'Sun Rider' of the Sunforge Order?"

“It’s him, no doubt.” Fran agreed.

"His alchemical organs are incredibly resilient; they haven't broken down after all these years. I really want to take them apart and see..."

She sighed regretfully, then turned her gaze to Haida.

“Dr. Fran, is there anything I can help you with… please tell me.”

Although Heda already had a vague idea of ​​what Fran wanted her to do, she still asked for the specifics out of caution.

“Open my medicine box and use the lancet numbered 07 to open his chest and abdomen. I want to see how much the Sunforge Order’s technology has improved during this period from development to destruction…”

"I'll give it a try."

Heda took out a scalpel made from the Philosopher's Stone and cut open the dried skin and muscle from the collarbone, dissecting downwards until all organs were clearly visible.

Although she wasn't very familiar with the procedures and standards of dissection, cutting open a human body was definitely not a challenge for her.

"The bones were replaced with some kind of base metal, and the abdominal cavity was almost entirely filled with artificial products... Moreover, it did not have an alchemical furnace core; its power came from the Philosopher's Stone attached to its body."

"The technology is indeed much more advanced, but the production is very rough, like a defective product that was casually discarded."

Fran quickly lost interest in Anderson's decaying body. The two then continued deeper into the corridor.

Anderson's appearance suggests that there may be other threats inside the tower, which makes Haida, who is already constantly observing her surroundings, even more vigilant.

Fran, on the other hand, was pondering a contradiction in Anderson's character.

8. "The Philosopher's Stone can only be extracted from living beings, and its production process is complex and precise. Isn't it a bit too extravagant to use this thing to power a flawed body?"

"Hmm... I have a not-so-pleasant guess."

7. She then called to the nun who was cautiously advancing. “Sister Heda, please open the lampshade for me.”

"Okay."

As the transparent lampshade opened, Fran turned off [Dust Removal].

The dust that had been dispersed in the air surged back in. Her nostrils twitched slightly, and after a few sniffs, a look of understanding appeared on her face.

"it is as expected……"

"The endless red sand outside the Sunforge Tower is all crystallized powder of the Philosopher's Stone."

Erhaida's brows furrowed.

The Philosopher's Stone, which takes the lives and souls of dozens or even hundreds of people to be forged into a single stone, has now been ground into powder and spread across almost the entire East End of Norrington... What exactly happened in the following hundred years?

"There's no other way, we'll just have to keep the dust-repellent on. Inhaling too much Philosopher's Stone powder could trigger symptoms similar to silicosis."

Soon, guided by Fran, Haida arrived at the base of the Sunforge.

Here, on a sacrificial altar, lies a white arm, with black stitching encircling its skin… It is Fran’s right arm.

But on the empty altar before the ark of gifts, a familiar figure was brazenly spreading its arms, as if trying to lift up an invisible force hanging overhead. It was like an ancient statue buried in the dust of history.

The man was dressed in hastily made armor and wore a barrel-shaped iron helmet. The sunflower pattern he had drawn on his chest had faded and disappeared with the passage of time...

His identity is now obvious—"The Sun Rider" Somur.

Somur saw Haida walking slowly towards him, and his statue-like body began to tremble slightly.

“Sister, pray before the altar of the sun, right here. Then you will be able to witness its radiance and splendor…”

He then burst into laughter, his broken, hoarse laughter overflowing with the purest sense of satisfaction.

"Ha... I found it! I found it, my sun... Ah... I am the sun!"

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Ancient Wizard [The Last Nun]

Somur maintained his pose of praising the sun, arms raised high at an angle. His elbows moved with perfect precision, without the slightest bend.

The rust on his armor peeled away rapidly, so much so that cracks appeared in the armor itself. And what appeared in the cracks was a blinding and intense light.

The surrounding temperature soared rapidly, and the originally dark and deep base of the tower was instantly filled with the brilliance of the sun.

The living corpses with tumor-like Philosopher's Stones growing in the corners, the arthropods hidden under the shifting sands, and the alchemical byproducts wriggling like mud... all the filthy and obscene things have nowhere to hide, revealing their true forms.

"I have finally found it, I have finally obtained it, the sun I have been searching for for countless years... is myself..."

Just as Somur was still chanting to himself, Haida had already drawn her power sword "Nirvana" and leaped forward.

The power sword's blade was aimed directly at the Sun Knight's head, spine, and heart... even for a non-human being, these were the most lethal parts.

Fran, who was inside the lantern, was placed on the side away from the battle zone. Even to avoid being buried by the dust raised, Haida had placed the medicine box under her.

"Ah, how warm..."

The sharp wind of the whistling sword had already swept past his ears, but Somur was still intoxicated by his grand and fervent emotions.

Just as Haida's sword was about to slice his entire body in half, a halo of light suddenly erupted around him, causing the sword's edge to deflect slightly.

Part of Somur's helmet was cut off and fell to the ground, along with his entire left arm, including the shoulder blade and collarbone.

Seeing the coronal aperture-like light swirling around Somur's severed arm, Fran's eyes widened with excitement.

"Oh, I understand now what principle those alchemical organ structural optimizations are based on..."

"The reason why those alchemical organs, which are not particularly sophisticated, have been able to last for so many years without breaking down is because they were based on Sigrid's body structure... The Sunforge Order completed the mass production and application of this technology before its demise."

Having retreated to her original spot, Haida brushed off the smoke and scorching heat from her body, listened to Fran's explanation, and began to re-examine Somur.

"His internal organs are somewhat similar to those of Anderson, but much more advanced."

“Of course, Sister Haida. The things he carries are far more advanced than just a little bit…”

Fran's amber eyes curved into a slight smile; she already knew Somur's secret.

"Somur has completed the alchemical program that Sigrid originally performed, achieving the transformation of his life form. Moreover... he carries a familiar aura, so there must be some unexpected surprises?"

Somur murmured ancient and melancholic prayers in a low voice, reaching his other intact hand into the wound of his severed arm.

"Beautiful, magnificent, the crimson aurora dominates the sky. Dawn and night never come, the hour and hour remain frozen at midday..."

His armored fingers suddenly exerted force, slowly pulling out a blindingly bright sword from the coronal hole-like wound.

Fran knew the design of the swollen longsword by heart, after all, no one in the world knew the maid's body better than her...

The sword Z is the [False Sun], which is Sigrid's incarnation.

"Oh, it's already in the second stage... Looks like it's a low-health, high-attack type."

Under the direct sunlight, Fran had to squint.

A Haida bit her lip slightly, and ignoring the lingering smoke on her nun's robes, she once again drew her sword and slashed at Somur.

The heat transfer takes time, so she needs to launch an attack as quickly as possible to destroy the form of the Corona Rider before it fully unleashes its power.

Q: "Hunter of Mysteries, I will embrace you, and share this boundless light and warmth with you. Bathe in the blazing white, and then let it sprout..."

U Somur raised his remaining arm and unleashed a sword light imbued with molten fire and scorching wind, like a twisted and swirling extreme feather under a solar storm.

"Buzz-buzz!"

For some reason, Haida felt the power sword in her hand tremble violently, like the pounding of a heart, strong and powerful.

Ai's cold, deep sword pierced through the curtain of flames, and in the process, pierced Somur's chest, pinning him to the altar behind him.

Just then, the flames surrounding him erupted once more.

However, no one held the sword hilt, so no one was injured.

After throwing her power sword with all her might, Lin Haida concealed herself and waited until Somur's all-out counterattack ended before closing in on him again.

"Rest in peace, Mr. Somur."

Sanhaida took the thick, heavy ash canon, "The Silence of Proverbs," from a pouch on her thigh. Then, she smashed its sturdy ram into his forehead.

Wusomur's skull shattered and collapsed, with huge cracks spreading from his brow to other parts of his body.

Liu: "Oh, the long-lost darkness... My sun has set..."

The light dimmed, and the blazing flames went out.

Haida picked up the straight sword that was still gleaming on the ground, and a burning sensation immediately came from her palm.

"...Sigrid?"

However, before she could fully grasp it, the sword had already begun to crumble and weather.

After a moment of silence, Haida used crimson sand to bury the ashes remaining from the two bodies' cremation. She placed the hilt of the sword "False Sun" atop it, serving as the tombstone for this makeshift grave.

"Dr. Fran, your hand."

She took Fran's right arm from the altar, intending to hand it to her, but suddenly realized that the doctor's current condition made it inconvenient for her to receive the arm...

"Cough." Fran rolled her eyes at Haida.

"Please put my hand away. Hmm... it's a bit conspicuous to have it hanging on my body, it might scare other people. Just put it in the first-aid kit."

"it is good."

Heda had no doubt that the seemingly small medicine box could fit an entire arm, because she had personally witnessed Fran take the power sword out of the box...

"Where do we go next?"

After settling the arm in place, she immediately inquired about the next steps.

"We will proceed in turn to the White Cup Ruins in the South District, the Moth's Secret Realm in the West District, and finally to the Hunter's Headquarters in the city center... The patient we are treating this time is there."