Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 116 Plague Doctor (please vote!!!)
  After going out and going back and forth between various stores, I spent an afternoon and finally bought all the materials.

Renekton converted a bedroom on the second floor into a utility room, which is now filled with various purchased materials.

"Bugs Bunny, come over here and help me make some special clay."

Renekton called Bugs Bunny, who was lying on the sofa chewing fruit, to come over to help. The cultivator path was very suitable for such strenuous work.

Renekton himself took out a quill and parchment, and wrote a story, or a description of the monster, on it:
  Plague Doctor: Carathius, they wear beak-shaped masks, hold crutches or rattles, and wear dark robes. They are as terrifying as the god of death wandering in the night.

The quill, stained with ink made from ritual materials, wrote on the parchment the legend of a beaked doctor. Then he drew a pattern of a beak mask on the parchment paper.

Renekton himself didn't know whether this legend was true or false, but since it was not used for mysterious reproduction, it didn't matter whether it was true or false.

Taking the clay made by Bugs Bunny, I made an outline of a plague doctor, carved out the details with a carving knife, and colored it. Finally, a circle representing the spiritual warlock and his own pattern were carved on the base.

"It's that simple. A lifelike plague doctor figure is ready." Renekton held the finished figure and placed it in the sun to admire it.

Bugs Bunny on the side looked at the failed products piled up to the height of the table and shook his head speechlessly.

Renekton mixed a portion of the doctor's extraordinary characteristics with some materials, mixed it into a failed potion, and poured it on the prepared plague doctor figure.

There seemed to be a pair of scarlet eyes emerging from under the beak mask that was originally a somewhat rough figure of a plague doctor.

Bugs Bunny on the side looked at the plague doctor's figure. A very uncomfortable feeling grew in his heart. He unconsciously took two steps back and said softly:
  "Boss, I feel like this thing is so evil! I feel very uneasy."

"It's alive, but not fully alive. There's some spirit growing!"

Anu, the crow, was also attracted by the movement here and stared warily at the plague doctor figure in Renekton's hand.

Renekton looked at the crow in surprise, not expecting it to be able to see the difference in this figure.

Thinking that crows, as extraordinary creatures on the path to death, might be able to see some things that they couldn't see, they asked curiously:

"What else can you tell?"

Crow shook his head and said hesitantly:
  “I can only feel that it is evil, but also very sacred.”

"Ah."

Renekton nodded and did not ask any more questions.

This feeling of being both evil and sacred is in line with my understanding of the plague doctor. Perhaps it is my understanding that led it to move in this direction.

After the Plague Doctor's figure was completed, Renekton quickly prepared the ritual materials, set up candles, and drew mysterious symbols symbolizing the Hidden Sage on the ground. Place the parchment and figurine with the story of the Plague Doctor on it.

Drop the essential oil and hydrosol into the lit candle, and the candle flame will sway violently. Renekton quickly withdrew, sprinkled herbal powder around, then took a step back and began to recite a mantra:
  "The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you for the power of knowledge"

“I pray that you will give the power of substance to abstract knowledge.”

As the prayer mantra was recited, the light in the room dimmed, and Renekton could clearly feel that the connection between the spiritual world and the real world in the surrounding area was strengthening.

Bugs Bunny and Crow had retreated to the corner of the room, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

The whining sound of the wind blasted in the room, and the candlelight was dyed with a hazy purple glow, swaying unsteadily.

Renekton picked up the ceremonial dagger, cut a wound on his palm, and dripped blood onto the parchment and figures on the ground.

A pair of cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes, containing countless bright stars, appeared in the flickering candlelight.

Immediately, the parchment and the plague doctor's figure placed on the ground began to rapidly disintegrate, turning into streams of information, which were condensed into an illusory ball of light.

More information was being integrated into this illusory ball of light, and it did not stop until this illusory ball of light was dyed with a hazy bronze glow.

This illusory ball of light began to shrink and restore, forming a more realistic Plague Doctor figure again.

“By spreading its story, you can draw strength and gradually activate it.”

A piece of information was passed into Renekton's mind, and the surrounding vision quickly receded. Only the blackened herbal powder scattered in the room and the lifelike figure on the ground confirmed what had just happened.

Renekton knew that his attempt had been successful, because at this time, he had received feedback that part of the secret magic tutor potion in his body had been digested.

Renekton bent down and picked up the Plague Doctor figure on the ground. The moment he picked it up, a cold, heavy, and dead feeling entered Renekton's mind.

Pick up the figure. Renekton stared at the figure for a long time, and he had a feeling that the figure was looking at him.

"It has certain characteristics of being alive." Renekton whispered, then sat back in the armchair next to the desk, and used dream divination to determine the effect and ability of this figure:
  Plague Doctor: Carathius

Possessing medical skills that transcend reality, it likes to follow the pace of plagues and diseases, and is willing to treat every patient it sees. However, its treatments are often accompanied by powerful side effects. It has the ability to cure serious diseases and suture souls.

The figure can be temporarily activated by infusing spirituality to summon a plague doctor, but it will not absolutely obey orders. It has its own likes, dislikes and judgments.

"It's a little useful, but not much!"

"My good healing ability has mutated into something like this. Who would dare to believe that this is an extraordinary ability that comes from the characteristics of a doctor! Moreover, he also has his own likes, dislikes and judgments, which can even become an unstable factor during battle."

After receiving the detailed information about the plague doctor, Renekton muttered a few words rather speechlessly.

Renekton was not particularly satisfied with the Plague Doctor:
  "If it has the characteristics of the Pain Witch or the main ingredients of the potion, the Plague Doctor can be further optimized. The Plague Doctor will be more suitable for plagues and viruses!"

However, the success of the Plague Doctor at least shows that this idea is feasible. Moreover, the current Plague Doctor can only be regarded as a semi-finished product. According to Renekton's vision, it lacks the abilities related to plague and viruses.

"As long as I have enough materials, I can definitely raise an army in the future!"

Renekton imagined for a moment the scene where he waved his hand and hordes of plague doctors scattered out from behind him.

Renekton planned to find time to go to the gangs in the East District to try out the plague doctor's abilities and replenish some funds.

At night, there was a drizzle of light rain. On the streets of Backlund's East District, homeless people huddled together under the eaves or under bridges to take shelter from the rain and keep warm.

Under the dim street lights, Renekton was walking on the street holding a dark umbrella. It was as if a layer of night enveloped him. Under the dim lights, all the more obvious traces were magically covered.

In fact, if they didn't pay close attention to observe, people around him would subconsciously ignore Renekton walking on the street.

This is one of the many spells mastered by wizards. After reaching sequence five, Renekton has a higher level of understanding and application of spell abilities.

Through the corresponding materials and spells, Renekton solidified this spell with hidden traces on the dark umbrella. Although it did not last too long, it was enough for use.

Renekton arrived at an underground casino controlled by gangsters with ease, without encountering any obstruction, because the unprofessional guards on duty were so busy bragging and chatting that they didn't even notice an inconspicuous figure passing by.

"Press it! Press it!"

"Shit! You should just listen to me!"

"Hurry up, next one! Next one!"

Compared to the deserted outside, the casino seemed very lively. Renekton skillfully took out a gold coin to replace the chips, and then used divination and cheating to wander around the many gambling tables.

After confirming that he had been targeted, Renekton returned to the casino counter and changed the chips into cash. The total harvest was 73 pounds 18 sullen plus 5 pence.

Leaving 8 soles and 5 pence as a tip for the counter staff, Renekton shook his wallet full of banknotes twice and walked out of the casino under the eyes of those around him who were either greedy or jealous.

The rain outside had stopped at some point. Renekton walked forward for a while and opened the black umbrella in his hand again.

Under the dim light of the street lights, I walked forward slowly.

Humph~
  There were rapid footsteps and heavy breathing behind him.

Ahead was a shadowed area that was not illuminated by the streetlights on both sides. The moment Renekton walked into the shadows, he stepped forward, twisted his body, and directly threw the umbrella he was holding over the head of the person behind him. .

Snapped!
  The umbrella hit the man hard on the face, and the open umbrella blocked his sight.

After he shook off the obstructive umbrella, what stood in front of him was a terrifying figure wearing a beak-shaped mask, holding a cane, and wearing a dark robe.

The plague doctor just stood there. The gambler who was originally very vicious and prepared to rob with a knife suddenly panicked. He raised a fruit knife with trembling hands and stepped back in panic.

"Don't come over here!"

"I, I have a knife! I'm not afraid of you"

"You are sick! Don't be afraid! I will cure you!"

The plague doctor took two steps forward with his crutch in hand. There was also a rattle hanging on the crutch, which made a crisp sound as he moved.

Renekton discovered a place that had not been noticed by divination before. The plague doctor's rattle seemed to have the effect of inducing fear in people's hearts.

It's not an extraordinary ability, it's more like a psychological inducement.

As the maker and user of Plague Doctor, when I saw this scene, I couldn’t help but shake my head and sighed:
  "This does feel a bit perverted. Did my story make the image of the plague doctor too perverted?"

(End of this chapter)