The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

Generally, dreams are illusory and illogical.

The excess of emotions, the lingering echoes of thoughts, and the ethereal and elusive revelations of fate... all this chaos is woven into a dream, so how can one expect it to be orderly?

Before So could finish speaking, Fran felt a push against her lower back. Turning around, she saw Luya gently nudging her glistening antlers beside her.

q "Hey!"

"Very good, it seems you can now call out like a normal deer, I am very pleased."

Fran reached out to touch her, when he heard a soft rustling sound coming from the street drain.

With the sound, dozens of dark brown cockroaches flapped their wings and flew out.

"Luckily, the things in the dream can't touch me. I just got this robe..."

Ignoring the tiny sewer insects that swarmed towards her, Ling walked straight to the drain opening, her amber eyes remaining completely still.

"Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha..."

Fran heard a slight yet piercing sound. It sounded like chewing, but more like the rubbing of the upper and lower molars from side to side.

"Grinding teeth?"

As she approached the entrance to the sewer, she looked in the direction of the sound and saw a rat peeking out from the shadow of the gap in the steel drain.

However, its pupils were cloudy and unfocused, clearly indicating that it was a dead creature.

The next moment, the rat was pulled back into the shadows, the chewing sound resumed, and finally, silence fell.

Part 3: "There seems to be a customer in the sewers who doesn't seem to care much about the quality of the food. Clearly, he's not the 'man-eating crocodile' described in the ghost stories..."

Due to their innate physiological structure, crocodiles cannot move their upper and lower jaws from side to side, so they cannot perform the action of "grinding their teeth".

Fran wanted to look for further clues in the drainpipe, but the fog had already enveloped them.

"Should we go now?"

"Na."

Luya's figure gradually faded, seemingly indicating that the entire dream was about to end.

"That makes sense. Belinda is just an ordinary occult enthusiast; dreams can't provide much information. This level of revelation is certainly enough."

As her consciousness sank, she gradually left the dream and returned to the calcite chamber of the Mirror of Enlightenment.

"Alright, now let's wait for Mrs. Belinda to wake up."

-

"Um……"

Belinda woke up on the gray velvet bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes to shake off some of her fatigue.

"I actually fell asleep without even realizing it! How amazing, Miss Fran!" She looked at Fran, who was flipping through a book beside her, and was both surprised and expectant.

"So... have you gained any insights from the recent incident at the academy?"

Fran closed "Genealogy of Originium-State Creatures," a somewhat intriguing look in his eyes.

"I don't have much information. But at least I can tell that the thing in the sewer isn't some kind of 'man-eating crocodile'."

She then grinned, revealing one of her molars, and made a harsh grinding sound as she bit down.

"Snap-snap-snap-snap-snap...right?"

"Yes! That's the voice! Amazing! Is this 'dream divination'?"

Belinda's hazy memories were instantly awakened, and in her surprise, she looked at Fran with a hint of admiration.

"Just some trivial techniques," Fran humbly accepted the compliment, then continued explaining the divination results he hadn't finished saying.

"Creatures capable of flexibly moving their upper and lower jaws laterally are not uncommon, at least not often found in the lower waterways."

"However, there happens to be a creature with flexible jaws that can easily make such sounds. It's very common, you and I see it everywhere around us... Yes, it's a human."

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Theory of Black Abundance

“…Human?”

Upon hearing Fran's answer, Belinda felt a strange sense of lingering fear.

"You mean, what's hidden in the sewers is a person?"

The thought that there might be a pair of eyes watching her from under the metal drain in the street... sent chills down her spine.

"This is just divination; I can't guarantee it's completely accurate. Enlightenment and confusion go hand in hand, and the revelations that fate gives are always vague and ambiguous."

Fran neither admitted nor denied it. Ambiguous statements and wavering attitudes are essential skills for every charlatan.

Not taking responsibility for the answers you give is also part of our divination process; if you're unhappy about it, don't play...

"To gain a deeper understanding of fate, the answer required is far more than half a silver coin... Of course, don't misunderstand, I'm not referring to more money."

"Besides money, you may lose other things as well."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous..."

Mrs. Belinda realized that her words might have crossed a certain line, and instinctively covered her mouth.

She had read some historical materials on the mysticism of "precognition" and knew that sometimes asking a diviner for a definite answer was offensive.

“No need to apologize. After all, I didn’t say anything, did I?” Fran waved his hand modestly.

She's not a real fortune teller; she's just putting on this act to experience the immersion of the role. It has to be said, being a riddle teller is truly addictive…

"Thank you for your understanding, Miss Fran."

Mrs. Belinda breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw that Fran's expression was normal.

"However, how exactly should dream divination be conducted? What else do I need to learn?"

As she lay on the gray velvet bed, she felt completely relaxed, as if floating on clouds.

The state was mesmerizing and intoxicating. One was vaguely aware that one was in a dream, yet one's thoughts were completely unable to focus. And upon waking, one could not recall the scene in the mirror at all.

What do I need to learn? Nothing. All I need is a mythical creature that can help you reach the deepest parts of your dreams…

While that's the truth, Fran certainly couldn't have really said that.

She gently lifted the hem of her robe and bowed.

"You can start with the most basic 'simple ritual.' Use some spiritual materials to connect you with the dream of the person seeking divination."

"I have prepared a potion for you, which contains several ingredients. They are all common, but they will take effect when combined in a certain proportion."

Belinda took the list, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Is the key to entering a dream actually a potion?"

"A beginner's spirit is not yet able to support the bridge connecting to dreams, and naturally needs something as an aid."

Although Belinda was excited to receive the list of materials, as a lecturer at Norlington Central College, she did not lose her most basic vigilance and judgment.

"But... is this safe?" Belinda lowered her head slightly and asked somewhat shyly.

"It's just a basic potion. From the ingredients to the recipe, it's all harmless. You can verify it at White Cup or the Hunter. However, if you do that, you might have to pay a fine for violating the rules."

"I understand. So... how much should I pay you?"

“The list is free. As for the price of the divination, we agreed on it from the beginning,” Fran explained casually, then stretched.

Frequent dreaming can be a mental burden, although she didn't care, but it was indeed getting late.

"Alright, that's all for today's business. I'm going home now..."

"Miss Fran, thank you for your guidance."

After saying goodbye to Belinda, Fran pulled off the hood of his robe, opened the door, and prepared to leave the Bewitching Mirror Club.

Just as she was about to step into the corridor, Dorothy, who had been waiting there for a long time, called out to her.

"Miss Fran, did you give Mrs. Belinda the formula for the 'Dream Connection' potion?"

"Yes. I don't mind sharing some knowledge with eager learners."

Looking into Fran's sincere amber eyes, Dorothy put one hand to her forehead, seemingly somewhat helpless.

"Although it's a basic medicine formula, spreading mysticism to ordinary people violates the Hunter's Code. As the doctor hired by those hunters, you must know that, right?"

"She works at Norlington Central Academy and is protected by the White Cup Order. This distinguishes her from the Hunters' definition of 'ordinary people'."

Fran was well-versed in all the rules and regulations; when it came to the commandments, not even Dorothy, a mere mirror polisher, or Heda, a funeral maid, might know more about them than she did. Answering this kind of question was naturally second nature to him.

"Moreover, this is currently the most widely circulated and harmless spirit-nourishing potion on the Ahanta black market. It can even be used as a regular sleeping pill."

"……All right."

Dorothy didn't delve deeper into the matter; she was concerned with other things.

“I’d like to know when you usually come to the club so that Tong En can make appointments with guests.”

"The first Sunday of every month, I guess. I'm usually quite busy."

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For the hunters at the Funeral Home, injuries and deaths are commonplace. The burden on the medical staff is naturally much heavier, not to mention that her job title includes "coroner."

Dorothy would never have guessed that the guy in front of her only made house calls once a month and treated only one patient... All his medical activities at other times were out of "personal interest".

For Fran, one experience with a fortune teller was enough.

She agreed to come every now and then mainly so that it would be easier to contact Child and Terence, the two demonstrators. She was very interested in the Lost Age that created Child…

Dorothy nodded after receiving the schedule provided.

"Alright. Fellow traveler, welcome to the Mirror of Enlightenment again. May the light of enlightenment shine upon you forever."

-

The most significant drawback of dream divination is that it can unintentionally consume a lot of time between dreaming and waking up.

Fran arrived at the Mirror of Enlightenment Club early in the morning, and by the time he returned to the Fog Street Clinic, it was already evening.

She pushed open the clinic door, took off the gown of a mirror cleaner, and casually tossed the medicine box onto the table. Then she slumped heavily onto the sofa in the main hall, letting her body sink into the soft velvet cushions.

"Sigh, sleeping too much in one day can be tiring too."

Fran's long, pale eyelashes were slightly furrowed as she gazed out the window at the horizon.

The crimson sunset, having lost its heat and radiance, is about to sink into twilight. It's time to prepare dinner again.

"Fortune telling is really interesting. Should I make a prayer hand specifically for fortune telling...?"

Besides experiencing the joys of being a fortune teller, she also gained some additional benefits from this trip.

For example, the resolution of "Clinical Psychology" increased from 20.3% to 22.3%, a rise of 2%... Perhaps in the system module's understanding, entering someone else's dream is a psychological behavior.

In addition, Fran had previously read the "Mechanical Biology" book he had acquired, the "Rhine Lab Manual", and the newly acquired "Genealogy of Originium-State Organisms".

This improved her resolution to some extent.

TerraMedicine (5%→15%)

[Mechanical Biology (7.1%→17.1%)]

[40K Medicine (37.5% → 40.%) has overflowed by 0.5%, and further improvement requires breaking through a stage-specific bottleneck.]

"The technological bottleneck in 40K medicine is coming really fast... Let's devise a breakthrough plan."

Fran sighed, having anticipated this.

Although she had already completed the relevant breakthrough plan, she still intended to take a look at the system module recommendations for reference.

[Option 1: Complete the full Proto-Forged Space Marine modification surgery while ensuring the survival of the experimental subjects. This modification requires optimized implantation technology to avoid genetic defects.]

Option Two: Complete the advanced experiments contained in the fragments of the Black Cornucopians' school of thought. Create a bio-device that perfectly integrates with your own body, requiring the use of at least three different technological systems.

Option 3: Obtain a technical manual for 'perfect' quality within the 40K system.

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"Option three can be ruled out immediately. The flawless quality 'Mechanical Biology' book by Space Necromancer is already enough to make my hair fall out. If I were to get a perfect quality technical manual on top of that, I'd have to prepare for a hair transplant..."

Of course, this is just a joke. If it were real, given Fran's personality, there's absolutely no way he would refuse.

However, the consultation fee for previous Abyss-level completion consultations was only "Flawless". Expecting to easily obtain a perfect quality technical manual is indeed somewhat unrealistic.

"Option one depends on Haida's opinion. However, the medical plan I devised for her omitted several useless organs, which makes it impossible to meet the 'complete' technical requirements. Hmm... we can't force it; what's most important is suitability."