Do ratmen dream of the sacred tree of spirits?

Chapter 97 Report

Fafnir's mind was in complete turmoil. This "contamination" seemed incredibly complex. What should Eileen do?

"That's right, this is most likely pollution from the spirit world." The spirituality of those who are polluted is devoured, and eventually their spirituality is exhausted. If I remember correctly, more than thirty years ago, they investigated for a long time and finally determined that something from the depths of the spirit world had infiltrated the material world and polluted those with weak spirituality. "Fan Ning pondered.

"How should we solve this?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know either," Sister Fanning said helplessly.

Sister Fanning, is this contagious?

Fafnir considered the potential consequences, his voice filled with apprehension: "Could it be like an epidemic, where people are infected through close contact and then it breaks out on a large scale?"

“No, that’s not it. It’s spiritual pollution,” Sister Fanning explained. “Only contact with specific sources of pollution will have an effect. But I don’t know the more detailed reasons. It involves research on the spiritual realm. The Holy Kingdom has blocked a lot of information, and I am not a witness. These are just stories my parents experienced in the Fourth Free Territory of the Eastern Region.”

"Sister Fanning, what should we do next?" Fafnir sensed the urgency of the situation, and at the same time, he wondered why this had happened, and whether it was a coincidence.

"We can only let the messenger handle this," Sister Fanning said. "This matter is very important. Come, little one, let's go and report to Bishop Leighton right now."

The carriage bearing the grammar school's insignia sped down the street and soon stopped in front of the Lorraine City Hall. The two alighted and went straight to the hall. A secretary, seeing Sister Fanning, immediately approached and bowed: "Honorable Councilor Fanning, may I ask what brings you here?"

"I need to see Bishop Leiden immediately."

"Bishop Leighton is not in his office today, but Bishop Gray should know his schedule. Please follow me."

Sister Fanning and Fafnir exchanged a glance, Fafnir thought to herself, "Somewhat unfortunately."

After the secretary informed Bishop Gray, the two entered Bishop Gray's office.

"Greetings, Bishop Grey. We need to report something important to Bishop Leighton immediately," Sister Fanning said, not having time for pleasantries.

"Looking for Lord Layton?" Edmund Grey was a little bewildered by Sister Fanning's urgent attitude. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Consul Fanning, you'd better not disturb Lord Layton. He's busy right now. If you need anything, contact me."

"No, please inform me of Bishop Leiden's location as soon as possible. There has been a spiritual contamination at the East End School for the Poor Children."

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"What does 'spiritual pollution' mean?" Bishop Gray asked, looking puzzled.

"You too—" Sister Fanning was surprised and somewhat speechless: "Well, you didn't even know where you were more than thirty years ago."

In short, the spirit world can infiltrate the material world and cause harm, specifically by eroding the spirituality of those who are corrupted. This is especially serious for non-supernatural individuals, who can suffer fatal damage in a short period of time. Today, a female student at a school for children of the poor exhibited almost identical symptoms, and she had also shown similar abnormalities last night.

After Sister Fanning's explanation, Bishop Grey finally understood what had happened, but he still couldn't help asking, "Why did you have to find Lord Layton?"

"It concerns the source of spiritual pollution. Only a messenger well-versed in the spiritual realm can resolve this. You should contact Bishop Leighton immediately!" Sister Fanning was already getting anxious. Fafnir, listening nearby, was also very worried. Irene's condition couldn't wait any longer.

"Understood," Bishop Gray said hesitantly, "Lord Leighton is currently—"

"Contact us directly using the telematics system!"

"No, Congressman Fanning, Lord Layton didn't bring it with him. He's at the home of a member of the Finance Committee, presiding over a newborn's baptism ceremony. The exact address is—"

Once again, Fafnir and Sister Fanning boarded the carriage and headed to the senator's house. "What a coincidence—" Fafnir began, but then stopped himself.

"This little guy has been really restless lately."

The carriage stopped in front of the senator's residence, a three-story building in the city center with a large garden, where several carriages were parked.

Sister Fanning got out of the car and walked quickly up the steps. Fafnir followed behind, having to jog to keep up with her pace.

The doorbell rang twice, and a servant in a black uniform opened the door. "I am Fanning Van Renentin, a member of the Education Committee and the headmistress of the grammar school. I need to see Bishop Leiden immediately," Sister Fanning announced her identity, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The servant hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside: "Please come in. Lord Layton is on the second floor; the ceremony has just ended."

The two were led up the stairs. In the hall on the second floor, several people were gathered together talking. Bishop Leighton stood in the middle, holding a glass of wine, and was talking to a member of parliament next to him.

He saw Sister Fanning and Fafnir, his smile vanished, he said a few words to the people beside him, and walked up to them alone, his tone icy: "Congressman Fanning, and Fafnir, what are you doing here? If it's about the school—"

"Bishop Leighton, there has been a spiritual contamination at the East End School for the Poor Children. One student has been infected. The situation is urgent, and we need the messenger to handle it personally," Sister Fanning quickly interrupted him, speaking in a low voice.

"Spiritual pollution?" Bishop Layton's tone changed, as if he had heard a joke: "Ha, Congressman Fanning, are you sure you know what you're saying?"

"Black, thread-like substances are consuming the student's spirituality; a similar case occurred in the Holy Kingdom thirty years ago —"

"You're bringing up something from thirty years ago?" Bishop Leighton interrupted her, his tone impatient. "Congressman Fanning, you're not a messenger, not a spiritualist. You can't just draw conclusions about spiritual pollution with a glance."

Sister Fanning's expression was grim, but she kept her voice low: "However—then please, Your Excellency, take a look yourself."

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Bishop Leighton was silent for a few seconds: "Alright, I'll go take a look. Don't let it happen again."

His tone was casual, as if he was about to discourage the two of them.

The three of them boarded the carriage together and headed to the East District School for Poor Children.

In the principal's office, Eileen lay on a recliner, her face flushed and her breathing rapid. Martha stood beside her, holding a towel and wiping away her sweat.

Bishop Layton walked to the recliner, glanced down, activated his spiritual vision, and stretched out his hand. The silvery-white spiritual threads circled Eileen's watch before retracting: "There is indeed something unusual, but it is not necessarily spiritual pollution; it should be ordinary spiritual disorder."

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