The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

"Oh, I think I just fell asleep? I'm so sorry... Miss Fran, your medicine is really effective, I feel much better."

She glanced at Fran furtively before continuing, "I apologize for having doubted you for a moment, but you truly are an exceptional doctor. No wonder you come from the Order of the Hunters."

"It's not that good..." Fran touched his cheek, responding rather modestly.

"Do you still have the capsules I just took? I'd like to pre-order a month's supply from you, or it would be even better if you could plan a treatment course for me."

"By the way, are you a full-time physician in the Order? If it's possible to work part-time, I would like to hire you as my private physician."

"Rest assured, you only need to conduct routine checks every quarter, which will not take up your time. As for the salary... let's start with the highest industry standards."

Solani had never felt so relaxed since her family members began to disappear.

As a believer in the "white cup" theory, she naturally trusts emerging technology industries and also has an inexplicable reverence for professions such as doctors and researchers.

Fran's superb medical skills truly amazed Solani in a very short time, which made her think of hiring Fran as her private doctor.

“Oh, I’m truly flattered, madam. Thank you for your generosity…”

Fran clasped his hands together, making no attempt to hide the admiration in his eyes for Solani.

"I will consider your proposal after this case is concluded. At that time, you can send someone to the Hunter's Order to find me."

Heda raised an eyebrow; she had assumed Fran would readily accept Lady Solani's invitation.

After all, the other party offered the highest possible salary, and given her family background and assets, her actual salary would probably be even higher.

Fran actually said, "Go to the Order of the Mysteries to find her."

She wasn't a true member of the Order, so it was impossible for her to be found in the Order of the Hunters... This meant that she had actually rejected Lady Solani.

It seems money isn't everything... at least it didn't work on Dr. Fran this time.

"Madam, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Have something to eat first; getting some protein will be very good for your health."

Before Solani could say anything more, Fran began recommending his newly created masterpiece to her. 4

"Did you make this yourself? While I was asleep?" Solani asked, somewhat surprised, when she saw the plate Fran brought out.

"Excuse me..." Er

She hadn't been able to eat properly since her family started disappearing, and as her mental state began to recover, a strong feeling of hunger surged up.

Moreover, the dish was irresistible in every way… she seemed to have no reason to refuse.

Lady Solani, holding a knife and fork, cut off a square of beef and put it in her mouth.

"I never imagined you had such exquisite culinary skills. Even Norrington's top chefs might not be able to compare to you in this dish. It's truly amazing..."

Lady Solani's praise was not just polite flattery, but a sincere and substantial compliment.

Others might just be casually saying things like "top chef," but she frequently dines at the best restaurants in the central district and has personally experienced the skills of so-called top chefs many times.

"Thank you for the compliment. I just have some experience in handling meat..."

Fran rested his chin on his hand, watching Mrs. Solani elegantly eat the dinner that was rightfully his.

She showed no displeasure; her deep amber-gold eyes were full of smiles.

"Just like you, dear Lady Solani. You're quite talented at handling meat. It must be quite a hassle to prepare the meat for three people plus a dog, wouldn't it?"

Fran's sudden question startled Lady Solani slightly, her confusion mixed with a hint of bewilderment, as if she hadn't quite grasped the meaning of his words.

Haida's eyes sharpened, and the instant Fran finished speaking, she had already taken out her two favorite large-caliber firearms from the holster of her trench coat.

Although not aimed directly at Lady Solani, it was ready to fire at any moment.

"Has there been any discovery, Dr. Fran?"

"Your colleagues in the Secret Service should have started investigating the missing persons before today, but they haven't found them. That's why they need you to investigate directly to obtain further clues, right?"

Fran did not answer Haida's question immediately, but instead asked a question in return.

"Yes."

There was no need to hide this level of information, so Haida admitted it directly.

"They're right here. The clues you're looking for—the missing person and the dog—are all in this house. However, they're scattered a bit... so it's normal that you can't find them."

"What did you say? You have leads on Fies and the others?!"

Solani, who had just recovered some of her strength, was immediately pushed to her limit again. She approached Fran almost hysterically.

She gripped Fran's shoulders with both hands, as if wanting to ask him what he meant by what he had just said.

"Sigh... Do I really have to put it more bluntly? It's obvious, Mrs. Solani, that you are the culprit behind all the disappearances. Are you still going to pretend you know nothing?"

“I know that you have no evil offspring residing within you, your mind has not been altered, and everything is of your own volition.”

Fran exhaled softly, letting out a gentle sigh. His gaze towards Solani held a hint of pity, but was mostly indifferent.

"You doubt me? But...why?"

Even a fool could hear the sharp edge in Fran's words, and a strong anger flashed across Solani's face.

"Is this how you Hunters operate, blaming innocent people without any reason? Who will be responsible for the safety of my children and husband? I'm going to report your rudeness and irresponsibility to the White Cup Order!"

The once delicate Solani now appeared extremely dignified, and her whole being seemed to have grown taller.

Although she was a newly emerging noblewoman and had been separated from her family for a long time, the arrogance of those in power still lingered in her blood... or rather, her haughtiness.

“Oh, that would be best. And while you’re at it, bring two White Cup 'Refuters' along too, and see if they can see through the 'Flesh-shaping Ritual' here.”

"Using blood and flesh to mimic common things is a trick I got tired of twenty years ago."

Fran glanced at Solani with narrowed eyes, seemingly having lost all interest in her.

“You…” Her words startled Solani.

This reaction was tantamount to Haida admitting to the crime, and she deftly raised her twin guns and pointed them at Solanie.

"Whose flesh and blood shaped and transformed into your rug? It's so big, it must be your husband Logan's."

"And these tasteless patterns are utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal. A white oak tree full of branches, a rose on the left side of the oak, and red leaves branching out on both sides..."

"The white oak's trunk is its spine, its branches its ribs, the rose its heart, the red leaves its lungs...right? My dear Lady Solani? Oh, wouldn't you call this a kind of 'two-dimensional unfolding'?"

Fran extended his index finger and touched his lips slightly, as if he was seriously considering the question.

After saying that, she picked up the white porcelain cup she had just used to drink black tea, and swung it slightly with her index finger hooking the handle.

"Using a skull as a cup, how classical. Why are you nobles so obsessed with using other people's heads to hold drinks?"

Haida pursed her lips, vaguely feeling a sense of physical discomfort.

At the same time, a strange resentment crept into her gaze as she looked at Fran. She hadn't even warned her? No, she herself had even drunk tea from that cup…

She simply doesn't care.

"Did you kill everyone?"

Haida questioned Solani while simultaneously considering whether to shoot her first, severing her limbs and rendering her immobile.

"Kill? What nonsense are you spouting? What a blessing it is to return to the embrace of my Lord... How could you mortals who believe in false gods possibly understand?"

Solani hurriedly responded to Haida, then began to slowly back away, biting her fingers anxiously.

"Impossible, it's just someone going missing. For an event of this magnitude, the people sent by the Hunters shouldn't be able to discern those highly accomplished rituals! And why hasn't that thing worked yet..."

Solani tore at her hair and face, her meticulously maintained features etched with deep lines from the contorted expression.

She had abandoned her pretense and descended into madness.

Suddenly, Fran subtly winked at Haida. Haida didn't understand what she meant, but she also gave a look indicating that she would cooperate. (The three of them)

"Alright, surrender now. We can talk about anything else back at the Hunter's Order's station... cough, what did you do?"

Fran suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

She shakily touched her forehead, her body slumped against the wall beside her, and soon collapsed to the ground.

What are you doing?

Haida didn't understand why she suddenly pretended to faint, even though she had the whole situation under control.

But she still understood Fran's real intention in winking at her earlier; it was to get her to do the same.

She feigned exhaustion with a helpless expression, pretending to hold on for a while before collapsing to the ground.

"Heh..." Seeing the two of them fall unconscious, a bright smile appeared on Solani's twisted face.

"So what if you've seen through the 'flesh-and-blood shaping ritual'? From the moment you stepped into this room, your fate was already sealed. You too will become the flesh and blood of my Lord, like my beloved family... Ah, I can't wait to offer Him my sacrifice..."

It's black tea.

Those two cups of Attila tea contained a large amount of a mysterious sleep-inducing substance; even a funeral maid with basic resistance to poisons would be unconscious for at least a whole day.

To be on the safe side, in case either of them didn't drink tea, or one of them did and the other didn't, the expensive incense she lit was also filled with such substances.

A flush of excitement and fervor rose on Solani's face, her body trembled with elation, and her eyes shone with pure happiness.

To be a descendant of the great being "Red Cup," who transcends the mundane world, is such an honor and a sacred goal; it is the ultimate goal she has always dreamed of.

But she could not so hastily sacrifice herself. Before the moment of destiny arrived, she had to do everything she could to let more foolish and ignorant mortals hear the gospel of the Lord.

For this reason, Solani had to endure this ever-decaying body... and had to play the role of an elegant noblewoman, a virtuous wife, and a gentle mother.

No, her feelings for her family were genuine; she truly loved everything about her home.

At the same time, she was also sincerely happy that her family members were able to return to the Lord's embrace before her.

Zhesolani unbuttoned her long velvet dress, revealing her body covered with countless healed scars.

Then, she slowly pulled out a small bone saw covered in sticky blood from the wound in the center of her chest.

Her actions did not end there. Following the same method, she took out several pieces of human skin paper used for inscribing flesh and blood shaping rituals.

"After this is completed, we must move on. I've already been targeted by those fanatics. The flesh and blood of the Hunters have always been the finest offerings. Although there were some twists and turns, the ending was still beautiful. Thanks be to my Lord for His favor and mercy..."

She affectionately stroked the bone saw, then turned her gaze to Fran, who was slumped on the ground.

"This doctor's body is too frail, what a pity. But her brain is an absolute treasure, my lord will surely love it..."

"Thump, thump, thump."

Just then, a knock on the door suddenly rang out.

Solani, who was lost in ecstasy, trembled, and the muscles at the corners of her eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Hello, I'm Vivian, an agent from the Secret Court of the Hunters Order. Is Ms. Solani home?"

"Tsk, why now of all times? Why! I was so close, if only I had a little more time..."

Disgust, regret, discouragement... Solani's face was contorted almost into a knot.

But she couldn't afford to linger now. The situation outside was unknown; who knew if it was just one agent or a whole team? This forced her to abandon the offering she had already obtained.

Solani glanced longingly at the two people collapsed on the ground. She put away the bone saw and the human skin paper, put her clothes back on, and left the house through the hidden back door.

The flesh on her face twisted and contorted in the shadows of dusk, eventually transforming into the appearance of another person.

"We failed, all our efforts were in vain. But this is also a test from my Lord. Patience, patience..."

She whispered words of comfort to herself, her figure gradually disappearing into the night.

-

Vivian took out a wire, deftly poked at the lock for a few moments, and quickly opened it. Then she casually put on a black mask that covered her mouth and nose.

She went inside and looked at Haida and Fran lying on the ground, her eyes filled with helplessness, and she sighed rather dejectedly.

"Sigh, so I'm the one who has to clean up this mess in the end? And then Solanie got away. I'm afraid I'll get yelled at by Supervisor Alvin again..."

Vivian, as an agent of the Secret Service, has outstanding investigative abilities, but she is no match for the paranoiacs of the Funeral Court when it comes to confrontation.

In that situation, even though she knew something had happened inside, she could only try to scare Solani away; she couldn't stop the heretic from leaving.

Because in a one-on-one situation, she might not be able to win against her opponent.

The next moment, she couldn't help but open her eyes wide.

Dr. Fran, who had fainted, suddenly stood up nimbly. She dusted off her white coat and looked at Vivian with an expression of "I knew it."

“I knew the General Affairs Department wouldn’t allow Sister Heda to go on another dangerous solo mission so soon; there should have been surveillance and assistance. It’s perfect for scaring Solani away at a crucial moment.”

Before she finished speaking, Haida also stood up. Her expression was calm, as if she had not been affected by the sleeping agent at all.

She asked Fran with some doubt, "Why did you let Solani go? The heretics of the Crimson Cup Cult are experts in the study of flesh and blood, and can easily change their appearance. Once they blend into the crowd, it will be very difficult to find them again."