The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

"What was she... avoiding just now?"

Thanks to her intuition as a funeral maid and her considerable spiritual awareness, Haida did indeed sense something amiss before the anomaly occurred. However, describing what it was in detail proved somewhat difficult.

It's like the inexplicable fear that flashes through your heart when a ferocious beast approaches from behind; it's hard to delve into the specific reasons behind it.

Haida glanced at the wall clock that was swinging back and forth, and checked the time.

"It's 3 a.m., still early."

As she spoke, she turned on the nightlight on the bedside table, took out paper and pen from the cabinet, and began to record what she had just experienced in her dream.

The content of dreams is instinctively filtered by the brain. No matter how vivid the impression or how intense the emotions, the associated memories will quickly become unclear and eventually be forgotten.

Although it was unclear whether Luya's dreams would remain the same after they stabilized, Haida made a record of them while her memory was still clear, just in case.

After tidying up the letter summarizing the events, she breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down in bed, pulling the covers over herself.

As her eyelashes intertwined, Haida then drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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"The dream suddenly vanished, how strange. I was planning to wait until the 'connection' was fully established before going in to take a look..."

In the principal's office at Norrington Central College, Grantham, looking for a book, stroked his long beard and sighed regretfully.

"The report submitted by the Department of Pharmacy did mention that Belinda had recently been concocting 'Dream Connection'. Although it's a common spirit-enhancing potion, I didn't expect her to dare to drink it herself..."

"Sigh, that's how young kids are. They're full of curiosity, a thirst for knowledge, and a desire to conquer."

On the surface, Belinda's dreams seemed perfectly normal, with nothing suspicious about them.

However, since I didn't check thoroughly, I still need to be careful. Any carelessness or negligence could lead to disaster.

"Let's have a free denier keep an eye on her."

Grantham often had a headache because of the extraordinary thirst for knowledge among his students and professors.

But as long as they don't cross the line, he won't intervene. At most, he'll just ensure their safety in his own way.

The pursuit of knowledge and truth is inherent in the doctrine of the White Cup, which is why the Pure White Cup is called the "Great Pioneer" by believers.

In his youth, Granther was an absolute research fanatic, and it was almost a daily routine for him to trample on taboos in his experiments.

Sometimes when he looks back on the past, he wonders how he managed to survive until now... Perhaps it was truly the blessing of the great forerunner.

……

The following afternoon, Child arrived at Grantham's office.

Good day, Principal.

With Professor Terence absent, Child appeared somewhat reserved as he faced Grantham alone.

"Ha, relax, kid."

Grantham smiled kindly and gestured for Child to sit on the sofa. He knew very well that if he didn't speak, the boy could stand until the end of this routine briefing.

"I only have black coffee here, I hope you'll like it. Attila's 'smoky' coffee is known for its mild acidity and high body."

"Thank you."

Child took the white porcelain coffee cup and took a sip. Feeling the intense bitterness spreading in his mouth, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"I have already read the summary report of your previous sewer survey mission, but there are some details I would like to ask in person."

After the formalities, greetings, and small talk, Grantham got down to business.

"Excuse me."

"Is there anything special about the sword that Sister Haida used?"

Unexpectedly, Grantham did not ask Child about the details of the case, but instead focused the conversation on the Mysteries Hunter.

"Heavy and sharp."

After a brief recollection, Child summarized his impressions simply.

"Its size is outrageous. If it were solid, most people would have difficulty even lifting it, let alone wielding it as a weapon."

Child also used heavy weapons, so he was very sensitive to the concept of weight.

The sniper rifle he carried had undergone numerous modifications and featured many hollowed-out structures. Even so, it weighed over twenty kilograms.

Sister Heda's sword was undoubtedly much heavier. But she seemed unaffected... her sword movements were swift and light, with a fluid, flowing quality.

"As for the sharpness... the nameless vampire who appeared in the sewers, his skeleton was made of 'S-813. Pseudo-material steel'. But Sister Haida cut him open along with his skeleton."

Recalling the scene of blood splattering everywhere, Child's eyes twitched slightly.

Grantham nodded, quite satisfied with his answer.

"Hmm... physical properties sufficient to be called a 'relic'. I'll try contacting the Hunter's Order these next few days to see if I can get any useful information to number that sword in the 'General Knowledge of Relics'."

"Hey, speaking of which, only the Suncasting Order currently possesses the technology to produce 'S-813. Pseudo-substrate steel.' I wonder how the artisans of Ahan Tower will try to justify this..."

He frowned slightly, gently touching the ring on his index finger, as if he had thought of a thorny matter.

"However, this vampire's situation is indeed a bit troublesome. Hopefully, the Moon Clan's envoy can provide some useful information after examining the corpse. Maintaining the Moon Oath requires more than just our efforts... They also need to show sincerity."

Grantham muttered to himself as he downed half of his black coffee in one gulp.

"Dr. Fran's autopsy report did clear the Moon Familia of some suspicion, and it was worth Terence's efforts to swallow his pride."

His gaze turned serious when he spoke of Dr. Fran.

After a moment's thought, Grantham asked the question that concerned him most.

“Assistant Professor Child, if I were to award Dr. Fran an honorary professorship…would she agree to give an academic lecture?”

His tone carried a hint of uncertainty, mainly because he was worried about making a blunder.

If Fran's true identity is a high-ranking member of the Medical Court of the Hunter's Order, then after sending out his invitation, he would probably be greeted by Yaheng knocking on his door that very night...

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My mind was quite muddled after the fever, and I couldn't seem to get satisfied with what I was writing. It took me a long time to reconnect my thoughts with the outline. (Good news! I didn't have to travel for work for the next few months, so I finally had some time to write!)

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Chapter Seventy-Six: Seemingly a Sacrifice

Child seemed somewhat surprised by Grantham's sudden question.

Norlington Central College rarely awards the title of honorary professor. Therefore, it is a very high honor for scholars in most fields.

But the problem is... Dr. Fran might not like it.

This doctor follows a unique and unpredictable set of rules, making it difficult to discern her specific likes and dislikes. What most people flock to, she might avoid at all costs.

Moreover, those who hunt secrets have always resisted showing their faces in public. In their minds, the best place for secret knowledge is to remain silent in the shadows.

Although Fran herself was merely an "outsourced doctor" and did not hold a position directly under the Medical Court, this identity could very well have been fabricated on the spot...

“Sir, the exact nature of her relationship with the Hunter is still unclear. Extending an invitation prematurely might be a bit hasty.”

Child cautiously offered his opinion.

"Um……"

Grantham nodded slightly, as if he had expected Childe to say that.

“I share that concern. After all, she might be a high-ranking member of the Medical Court. If the hunters interpret my sudden expression of goodwill as a recruitment attempt… it might cause unnecessary trouble.”

Clearly, he also knew that his previous proposals were too direct and not very practical.

However... this is clearly sufficient as a starting point for this topic. The same principle applies to using this as a starting point to spark further discussion.

When asked about an overly absurd solution A by a subordinate, he would naturally suggest an optimized and more feasible solution B. He could then smoothly delegate the task to the subordinate...

Sure enough, after a moment's thought, Child began to carefully articulate his ideas.

"Aside from my collaboration with the Hunters Order, I've had some private contact with Dr. Fran at the Mirror of Enlightenment Club. Besides medicine, she seems to be quite skilled in divination as well..."

"She appears at that fortune-telling shop at a fixed time. I suggest starting with that and gradually trying to deepen your contact with her."

Grantham nodded in agreement, expressing his approval of Child's idea.

However… something about Child’s words bothered him.

"The Mirror of Enlightenment Club, the area under the jurisdiction of the Moth of Light... What is she doing there?"

The White Cup Order and Norlington Central College are an integrated entity, with each department existing as a "faculty." Therefore, each refutationist enjoys a high degree of freedom, avoiding the need to keep paper records for every minor matter.

Therefore, Grantham only learned of Fran's presence at the Mirror of Enlightenment Club when Child brought it up at this moment.

"Hmm...probably part-time? She's working as a fortune teller at that fortune-telling shop now, seems to have just started. I'm a regular there, I haven't seen her before." Fei

"You sought her divination?" Grantham was clearly interested in the topic and immediately pressed for details.

"Yes. She used dream divination to dispel the whispers that had been bothering me these past few days."

"Dream divination..." scar

Grantham narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Generally speaking, only priests who have reached the rank of "Mirror Wiper" or higher in the Lamp Cult can truly perform divination involving dreams. To glimpse the enlightenment of destiny from the chaotic and disordered world of dreams is not something that ordinary "mystical enthusiasts" can do.

Therefore, even if Fran wasn't a mirror wiper, he possessed mystical knowledge equivalent to that of a low priest of the Lamp Cult.

Hmm... it seems Belinda is also a member of the Mirror of Enlightenment Club, and apparently she's an amateur fortune teller as well. (Lu)

Grantham's mind raced, and he quickly connected the two events.

Belinda's ability to concoct and use "dream-connecting" techniques likely stemmed from guidance from Dr. Fran. The Spirit-Gathering Potion does indeed grant ordinary people the ability to access the dreams of others.

But what was Fran's purpose in doing this? Was the dream that suddenly disappeared yesterday related to her?

Also, regarding Dr. Fran's identity. (Bait)

Grantham had initially thought she might be a high-ranking member of the Hunter's Medical Court, but now she had displayed divination skills at the level of a Mirror Wiper... making speculation about her identity even more perplexing.

After a moment's thought, Grantham gave Child instructions.

“Assistant Teacher Child, I hope you can maintain contact with Dr. Fran at the Mirror of Enlightenment Club. This is not just a request, but also a mandate for you.”

“I accept your assignment, Principal.”

Child nodded in agreement, showing no surprise.

From the moment he brought up the topic, Childe had anticipated that the task would most likely fall to him... but he was quite happy to accept the assignment.

"Wait a moment, I'll write you a formal letter of assignment."

Before he finished speaking, a quill pen on Grantham's desk floated up on its own. It dipped in ink and began to write smoothly on the blank letter paper.

As the quill pen finished its final signature, the letter floated lightly into Childe's hands.

"Go."

After receiving the letter of authorization, Child left Grantham's office.

No sooner had he left than a person slowly emerged from the shadows on one side of the office curtain.

He was impeccably dressed, with a full head of silver hair, and a cold, deep gaze... It was Professor Terence.

"Is it really a good idea to entrust this to Child? Although the boy is indeed cheerful and enjoys communicating with people... it's Fran, after all. Aren't you worried that she'll discover his secret?"

Grantham simply shook his head, maintaining an enigmatic smile.

“Terrence, don’t harbor any unrealistic hopes. Although I have never met the doctor, based on your description of her, I think she saw through Child’s true nature the first time she met him.”

Terence paused slightly, then asked with a hint of doubt, "What's going on?" He then inquired about the reason.

“How could that be? Child is a ‘relic’ from a lost era, the pinnacle of the White Cup ancestors, its biomimicry is almost divine. Moreover, his spirit is exactly the same as that of an ordinary person…”

"The previous medical officer of the Hunters recognized Child as a relic of a doll at a glance, without using any secret techniques, relying solely on visual observation."

When the Surgeon General was mentioned, Grantham showed a rare expression of reminiscence.

"Unfortunately, she died in the Great Plague. And Child was forced to restart due to that natural disaster..."

A fleeting, almost imperceptible sadness flashed in Grantham's eyes before he regained his composure.

"Representatives of the 'Moon Familia' will arrive in Norrington soon, so the Exterminators should keep an eye out for them. They are elusive, and even if they arrive, they may not show themselves immediately."