The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

After a brief moment of consideration, she made her decision.

"As I had anticipated, it is still most reliable to delve into the research of that group of perverts who believe in 'black abundance'."

……

Sigrid heard a noise in the main hall, so she left the foundry, crossed the corridor, and came to Fran's side.

"Dr. Fran is back from his house call? You seem a little tired. Would you like some tea?"

"Excessive dreaming is just a bit of a mental burden, it won't last long. As for tea, um... I'm not thirsty for now, thank you Sigrid."

Fran, still lying face down on the sofa, waved to Sigrid.

She then rolled over awkwardly on the sofa like a seal and inquired about the research progress on the Spirit Bone Regeneration Device.

“Although you’ve only been in contact with that device for a day, I’d like to hear your thoughts on the ‘spirit bone’.”

Sigrid touched her lips with her index finger and carefully chose her answer.

"An incredible bone crystal."

"The second-class ritual, [Reshaping and Melting Gold], has no effect on spirit bones, which indicates that they are not metal. Furthermore, due to their high physical strength, conventional bone-making techniques are also ineffective against them."

"However, one can expend mental energy to shape the bone implantation device. As long as one masters a certain technique, the bone material possesses near-perfect plasticity."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but think of "refined gold," the main material of the power sword Nirvana.

Adamantite possesses unparalleled physical strength and stability; it would be virtually impossible to alter its form without the conceptual effects of the Sunforging system's rituals on metals.

Whenever Sigrid thought of that sword, she felt a mixture of loss and relief. Loss because the sword had left her so soon after she had just finished reforging it... Relief because Sister Heda was perhaps its best master.

"I was a bit rushed today, but I managed to make a sample."

Sigrid took out a bone scalpel, and then another one that was exactly the same. The two were nearly identical.

"But I haven't started trying to process it further yet, um... that will probably take about half a month." She stuck out her tongue slightly, a little embarrassed.

Because the gold-melting ritual failed, Sigrid was unable to inscribe prayers on the blade using her familiar methods.

"Very good, your sample is very well completed."

Fran examined the two nearly identical scalpels. If it weren't for the fact that one of them possessed its own psionic properties, she would have had almost no way of telling which one was the copy made by Sigrid.

Although she has always been tolerant and patient in academic matters, no one dislikes a student with excellent abilities.

"If we can maintain this research progress, we should be able to complete the casting plan this year..."

Upon hearing Fran mention the "casting project," Sigrid raised her eyebrows slightly, unable to hide her curiosity.

At this moment, the excitement in her molten gold eyes was almost tangible; if she had a tail, it would definitely be wagging incessantly... 9

"Dr. Fran, what are you planning to forge? A new weapon?"

"Hmm...no, guess again?" Fran didn't answer her directly, but instead smiled and kept her in suspense.

"Armor?" 2

“That’s not right either.” Fran shook his finger, dismissing the guess. 4

Sigrid pondered for a moment, then came up with a new answer. 3

"That's an amulet or ornament."

“My dear Sigrid, you won’t get the right answer if you fixate your thinking on ‘tools’.”

Fran pulled Sigrid, who was standing nearby, to sit down on the sofa with him. He then leaned close to her ear.

“I need to build a special ‘spine’.”

"Spine?"

This was an unexpected answer, and Sigrid was momentarily confused.

Given Dr. Fran's familiarity with human anatomy, it shouldn't have been difficult for her to use the Spirit Bone Regeneration Device to create a biological skeleton.

"Conventional skeletons are certainly not difficult to create, but this one is 'special.' It must be compatible with three different systems of technology, possess practicality and modular design, and also conform to my aesthetic concepts..."

"I'll try to finish the design drawings in the next few days."

She had a similar idea a long time ago, but the necessary technology has only recently become fully mature.

Ideally, it should be able to separate from the main body to engage in autonomous combat and inflict massive amounts of true damage, maintain the self-repairing ability of living metal, and possess a standard tailbone-like structure similar to that of the Bloodthirsty Humans...

-

In May, let's strive to be perfect attendance achievers!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Secret Kitchen

"Peng!"

A muffled thud, heavy and agonizing, echoed from the lavishly decorated bedroom.

"Who the hell are you! Do you even know what you're doing?"

A middle-aged man wearing a silk bathrobe is being forced to press his head against a desk.

He was huge, but mostly just overweight, and was pinned down by a figure several sizes smaller than him, unable to move at all.

Anger and fear visibly contorted the man's expression. The fat on his face, almost overflowing with oil, trembled incessantly.

Crimson blood gushed from the bright red gash on his forehead, dripping onto the expensive wool carpet and staining it with a sticky sheen.

"Of course I know."

The respondent's voice was crisp and youthful, but beyond that... it also carried a chilling killing intent.

"This is the residence of Carney Meredith, an official in the city hall's engineering department. And you are the owner of this residence."

He clicked his tongue in disgust.

...The boy holding down Carni's head was none other than Hei Rong.

The notorious funeral director was also wearing a white silk bathrobe, revealing his fair chest.

Seeing Hei Rong's unusual calmness sent a chill through Carni's mind.

“You’re not a child of the Lois family line. Those nouveau riche who rose to power by attaching themselves to the White Cup would never dare to disobey us…”

Carney gritted his teeth, but was helpless. The hand pressing on his neck, though seemingly young, possessed a strength no less than that of a grown man.

"I knew it! Why did they bring such a cute boy to the party and then conveniently send him into my bedroom... It was a trap! Damn it..."

He originally thought that the handsome young man in front of him was a "gift" given to him by the Lois family.

Young and vibrant, with an air of refinement only a scion of a noble family possesses... an absolute gem, without a doubt.

Carney couldn't wait to take him to a secret room where no one could find him, to trample on his dignity, to defile his body, and then to enjoy his humiliated state...

However, before he could even taste or enjoy it, this seemingly harmless boy revealed his fangs to Carney.

“I know you’re an assassin. But you’d better think carefully about what the price is for killing a ‘Meredis.’ If you change your mind… I can pay double.”

Carney's voice trembled slightly. Although he knew the chances were slim, he could only try to intimidate the other party by invoking his family's influence.

"Assassin?" Hei Rong repeated the word, then revealed a playful expression.

“I’m not an ‘assassin’… I’m here to settle things with you.”

Carney felt his heart freeze for a moment. If it weren't for his family's training in etiquette, he would have almost lost control of his bladder…

"Are you a 'blood descendant'?" he asked cautiously.

In Karni's understanding, only the flesh-and-blood secrets of the Red Cup system could so flawlessly disguise one's face and body shape.

If this boy is a follower of the Red Cup, then there might still be a chance for things to turn around... He's probably here to cover up the "Plum Moon Ritual" incident. Perhaps they want to eliminate the secret of their alliance with the city hall, or maybe they have some other purpose.

Those fanatics who even relish death are almost unpredictable; it wouldn't be surprising if they did something.

But having already received Lord Sayens' blessing, I believe they will accept a higher price...

"Bloodline? Wrong. I am a 'hunter'."

Hei Rong's words suddenly rang in his ears like thunder.

Under Carney's utterly despondent gaze, Black Rong forcibly opened his mouth and pressed his upper teeth against the hard, solid wood table.

"Clench your teeth, it will hurt a little."

With a swift and decisive elbow strike, all that remained in Carney's mouth was blood, scattered teeth, and an empty upper jaw.

"The Hunter's hounds... cough, I thought we were being discreet enough, but the crows of the Secret Court are truly omnipresent..."

Due to the excruciating pain and the loss of his teeth, his speech became slurred and intermittent.

In a daze, Carney felt his life slipping away with the warm flow of his blood, death creeping closer. So many fine wines untouched, so many beauties unseen. Was his life really coming to an end?

He was filled with anger and resentment; he wanted to roar but could only open and close his lips like a dead fish.

In an instant, Carni felt his body become lighter.

He broke free from all the shackles and fetters, no longer feeling pain, and immediately began to run like the wind, wanting to escape from that devilish boy.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I still find this kind of secret technique of turning into worms and crawling out of the head disgusting."

"Blessing? It's nothing but a inferior curse... Look at this, this is what you all flock to and fight for."

Hei Rong narrowed his eyes, then casually picked up a pen from the desk and used it to pin a worm that was trying to escape to the ground.

-

Foggy Street Clinic, Restaurant.

A sharp silver knife slices through neatly cut pieces of meat, revealing a pinkish cut surface that is constantly oozing juices.

Fran put the small piece she had cut into her mouth, pursed her lips, and began to chew her dinner with great enjoyment.

"Dr. Fran, what kind of meat is this?"

Sigrid, smelling the aroma of roasted fennel in the air, asked with some curiosity.

The dishes on the plate looked very tempting, but they did not appear to be common meats.

Both beef and lamb fat have unique aromas after being processed at high temperatures, making them easy to distinguish. She'd tasted pork ribs many times over the past few days and wouldn't mistake them for anything else.

Poultry? No, you can tell from the bone structure that it's not poultry meat.

"rabbit."

Fran swallowed the food in his mouth and responded slowly and deliberately.

"These bouncy little guys have relatively low fat content in their meat, and the meat quality isn't that great... so they need to be handled very carefully. Rather than making it for dinner, it's more suitable as a snack with chili and chili oil."

As she spoke, she seemed to recall some interesting past events, and then revealed a meaningful smile.

"However, my first experience with cooking was with rabbit meat. Those were memorable times..."

"On the fifth row, thirteenth column of the bookcase are the cookbooks I used when I was a beginner. Sigrid can take a look when she has time."

Sigrid nodded earnestly.

During her time at the Foggy Street Clinic, she diligently performed her duties as a maid. However, her cooking skills were undeniably terrible... In contrast, Dr. Fran possessed masterful culinary skills.

Even when simply cutting and washing ingredients, her methodical movements exude a calm and elegant grace.

This inexplicably stirred a fighting spirit in Sigrid.

Even if I can't reach Dr. Fran's level in cooking, I should try my best to get closer to her... starting with cooking without damaging the kitchen!

……

Dinner ended quickly, and Fran returned to the main hall while Sigrid cleared away the dishes.

Although washing dishes can be quickly done with a "dust and grime removal" solution, it still takes a little time to put the dishes back in their original places.

Fran sat comfortably on the sofa, spreading his palms out to the empty space beside him.

A misty, chilly fog quietly gathered above the main hall. Then, a brand-new copy of the Norrington Evening Post fell into her hands.

[October 5th. City Hall engineering officer 'Carney Meredith' was found dead at his home. A preliminary investigation by city hall police determined it to be an accidental death. In addition, investigators discovered a large quantity of custom-made 'male underwear' and an entire room filled with erotic art books in his residence. The subjects were mostly underage males… How utterly disgusting!]

The police are still investigating the details.

The head of the Meredith family stated that they were unaware of this and strongly condemned Carney's actions.

"Hmm, 'Engineering Department,' the department in charge of the city's pipeline system... It seems that Karulni is the target of the Hunters' purge. However, this time the hunters chose a secret execution rather than a public trial."

“This shows that he has been corrupted more deeply than imagined, and may fall into evil at any time.” Fran pursed his lips slightly, then his expression showed a hint of disdain.