On the Ark.

Thinking this way, Lin Ye felt less guilty.

I took the elevator to the fourth floor.

Lin Ye recalled the "figure" he had seen the previous night, so instead of rushing back to his office, he took Nightingale and knocked on doors in each room.

Hello, is anyone there?

"I am the floor master of this floor."

"If anyone's here, just say so. I don't mean any harm, I just want to know who else is on this floor besides me."

The nightingale replied, "And me."

Lin Ye rolled his eyes at Nightingale.

Because Lin Ye had the privileges of a floor master, he could open all the unlocked doors on that floor. So he knocked on each door one by one, and only opened them with his privileges when there was no response. Then he discovered that there wasn't a single locked room on the entire fourth floor. He opened every single room, but didn't see anyone.

"Could it be that I really saw wrong?" Lin Ye murmured, "Or has the person already left?"

No one could answer Lin Ye's question, so he walked toward his office with doubts. As he passed the access control device, he suddenly remembered something, stopped immediately, and took out his ID card.

"Pineapple bun?" Nightingale looked at Lin Ye with some confusion.

“I remember now,” Lin Ye said. “With my access privileges, I can check the entry and exit records for this floor. Let me see if there were any other people on this floor besides us last night.”

With two beeps, the access control device gave Lin Ye what he wanted.

"As expected." Looking at the entry and exit records on the fourth floor, Lin Ye smiled. "I knew I wasn't mistaken. There really was someone here last night, and they only left this morning."

"is it?"

“Yes. Entry and exit records don’t lie.” Lin Ye put away his ID card and said calmly, “She’s been hiding in the shadows the whole time, watching us, but she won’t come in and talk to us. Tsk tsk, just as Amiya said, this floor is full of a bunch of eccentric and withdrawn people.”

Even though he said he was calm, Lin Ye was still a little uneasy. After all, being stared at in the middle of the night, even if he knew the other person meant him no harm, was still creepy. It seemed that he should avoid staying in the office too late in the future.

However, on the other hand, Amiya gave him the highest level of access to this floor, precisely because she hoped he would interact with the residents there, right? If he ignores everything and only thinks about avoiding them, wouldn't he be betraying Amiya's trust?

Lin Ye was somewhat conflicted.

Nightingale, however, didn't think much of it. Having eaten her fill, she wanted to take a nap, so she went into the office before Lin Ye and lay down on a cardboard box to doze off. This scene made Lin Ye realize how rudimentary his new office was. Although it had been cleaned, even basic office supplies were lacking—this wouldn't do.

In a mental health clinic, the environment is more important than the psychologist themselves. After all, it's difficult to judge a psychologist's quality from appearances alone, but the environment creates the first impression. Right now, his office looks like a junkyard; how can anyone trust him?

I don't know where to pick up those furniture pieces. I'll have to ask Zilan after get off work.

Lin Ye made a decision.

However, it would be better to finish the work at hand first, although Lin Ye was not quite sure what kind of work he had now.

Lin Ye took out his notebook and opened it.

Kal'tsit gave him three assistant positions, but he felt they were somewhat superfluous, or rather, completely superfluous. After all, he had nothing to do right now; this notebook was for recording patients, and one of the patients recorded in it was Nightingale, who was sleeping on a cardboard box. And in the section for Nightingale's condition progress, it was written as "tending towards stability, optimistic outlook."

Stable and optimistic.

Lin Ye gently tapped the two words with his pen. He had written them before discovering his new ability, and now he didn't know whether he should change them, or if he should, how.

He couldn't understand it, so he just sighed softly and drew a question mark after it.

The patient listed on the second page was Ifrit, though he wasn't sure if Ifrit actually counted as his patient. After all, aside from being a bit eccentric, the little dragon didn't seem to have any other problems. However, since Himeru and Kal'tsit had both asked him to take care of the little dragon, he simply wrote down the little dragon's name, leaving the section for the patient's condition progress blank.

These are Lin Ye's two "patients" at present: one whose treatment is currently unknown, and the other who does not require treatment.

It's almost made him lose sight of the meaning of his work.

God, please give me a third "patient" quickly, preferably one that's very simple, that can be cured with just a few words, and then look at his cute animal-eared girl with adoring eyes.

Perhaps God sensed Lin Ye's prayer.

The office door was pushed open.

Lin Ye looked over in surprise.

A deep male voice rang out.

"Doctor, are you free right now?"

Lin Ye's expression froze.

Damn it, it's you again.

Chapter 88 This is a disgrace to Sherag! (Twenty-three chapters to be added)

Same plot, same characters.

A burly man with a furrowed brow and a stiff-faced psychiatrist sat facing each other. But unlike before, the environment here was much worse than downstairs; there wasn't even a decent sofa. Lin Ye could only sit on a bedside table that had somehow appeared out of nowhere, while Jiao Feng sat on a peeling three-legged chair opposite him.

Given Horn Peak's size and weight, Lin Ye felt that the only chair in his office might suffer; he could even hear the creaking sound of the chair legs gently swaying.

Last time, Lin Ye could at least make him a cup of tea, but this time there wasn't even any mineral water.

Lin Ye cleared his throat and broke the silence first: "Um, Mr. Cliffheart..."

"The situation is getting worse." Horn Peak interrupted Lin Ye, his face full of worry. "I really don't know what to do, Doctor. You have to help me think of a solution."

"I'll do my best to do what I can," Lin Ye said. "But look, my office isn't even ready yet, and you're already here in such a hurry. I can't possibly entertain you..."

"This kind of thing doesn't matter anymore!" Horn Peak completely missed Lin Ye's hidden meaning and slammed his hands on the coffee table. "The Holy Maiden, she..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

With a snap.

The coffee table collapsed.

Lin Ye stared at the shards of the coffee table, his eyelids twitching.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Horn Peak said. "I didn't expect your table to be so brittle."

...Wow, this is the first time I've ever heard the word "crisp" used to describe a coffee table. No wonder it's called the Bull Demon King!

But what could he do if it broke? Lin Ye didn't dare ask him to pay for it, and could only offer words of comfort.

"It's alright, it's just an old table." Lin Ye tried to soften his tone. "Calm down first. Don't be impatient, being impatient won't solve anything."

Perhaps Lin Ye's talent was working again, because the constantly trembling pectoral muscles of the horn peak gradually calmed down.

“Indeed, the Ranger was right,” Horn Peak said. “You really do have a calming power. Even though this is only the second time we’ve met, you feel just as warm and welcoming as that person.”

Lin Ye forced a smile; he just wanted to move on from this topic as quickly as possible and didn't want to know who the "one" that Horn Peak was talking about was.

"Ahem, then let's continue." Lin Ye coughed twice. "Did you come here this time also for your young lady? That Holy Maiden?"

At the mention of that saintess, Horn Peak's face fell again: "Who else could it be but her? The master entrusted Miss to me, asking me to come to Rhodes Island to take care of her, but I've let her turn into this. How am I supposed to explain this to the master? How am I supposed to explain this to my people!"

He's clearly a tough guy, but when he starts complaining, he sounds like a complete idiot...

"Ahem, so, what exactly happened to your young lady?" Lin Ye asked. "I remember you told me last time that your young lady had a conflict with your master, so she didn't want to come home, right?"

Horn Peak nodded: "Yes."

"You want me to persuade your young lady to go home?" Lin Ye tapped his fingers lightly on his thigh. "To be honest, it's quite difficult. After all, I've only been in Rhodes Island for a short time, I haven't even met your young lady yet, and I don't know what happened to your family. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to persuade your young lady to go home like this."

“I know.” Horn Peak sighed. “After thinking about it, I realized that I was indeed grasping at straws before. In the end, this is just an internal matter for us in Sherag, especially the conflict between Miss and Master. It’s really inconvenient to let outsiders interfere.”

Lin Ye nodded, thinking to himself, "It's good that you understand."

“So, I’m not placing all my hopes on you that Miss can reconcile with Master and return to her hometown.” Horn Peak looked at Lin Ye. “I was thinking that even if Miss doesn’t want to go back for the time being, as long as I’m on Rhodes Island watching over her and waiting for her to clear up the misunderstanding with Master, that will be fine.”

"Yes, that's the right way." Lin Ye nodded again.

“But,” Horn Peak’s tone shifted, “there’s been a change in circumstances. No, it’s not just a change in circumstances, it’s a disaster for Kjerag. I don’t know what to do, so I have to ask you for help.”

Lin Ye's expression changed slightly.

How come the story was about a willful saintess who ran away from home one second, and then suddenly it escalated into a national disaster the next second?

Wait a minute, do countries need his help for every national disaster?!

Wow, finally he's starting to look like a main character.

Lin Ye sat up straight, his face serious: "What happened? You can tell me."

Horn Peak lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his body trembled slightly.

“My lady is the Holy Maiden of Shelag,” Horn Peak said, emphasizing each word. “She is the most esteemed and distinguished person in Shelag.”

"Ok, I know."

“No, you don’t understand.” Horn Peak shook his head. “If you’re not from Kjerag, you can’t comprehend how important Miss Kjerag is to Kjerag. Internally, she is Kjerag’s totem, Kjerag’s spirit. Externally, she is Kjerag’s face, Kjerag’s inviolable honor! But now, Miss Kjerag… she…”

Lin Ye was startled.

This development... could it be that... the Holy Maiden, the face of Sherag... has been insulted?!

Holy crap, this plot is pretty exciting.

I need a cigarette to calm my nerves.

Lin Ye put the pen in his mouth.

He understood.

Based on his experience watching countless soap operas with his parents in his previous life, Lin Ye already knew what would happen next.

A nation's holy daughter, running away from home out of spite, was brutally violated by thieves! This is a national disgrace! Yet, it is a national disgrace that cannot be publicized. So, the enraged bodyguard sought out a professional, preparing to… wait, is he even a professional?

Think it over carefully.

It should be counted.

Never mind, since they've already come knocking on his door, at least in other people's eyes he's a professional.

What followed was even simpler: he only needed to assist the saintess's bodyguards in avenging her, and he would receive a hefty hush money payment.

I wonder if this hush money will be enough to pay off the debt owed to Exusiai.

Lin Ye was lost in thought.

Horn Peak noticed Lin Ye was distracted: "Doctor?! Are you listening to me?!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Ye came back to his senses, biting his pen and nodding repeatedly. "It's always been there. I'm just shocked and regretful about this."

"Right?! You think so too, right?!" Horn Peak seemed to have found a kindred spirit and grabbed Lin Ye's hand.

“Yes, yes,” Lin Ye said, “This kind of thing is really too much.”