The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

"Therefore, I gave him a little punishment... He's still alive. Or rather, every piece of him hasn't died yet. Hmm... Have you heard of HeLa cells?"

From her casual description, Lloyd felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of horror, as if it were a real, tangible feeling, like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

"Damn it, the medical ward is a freak..."

If the doctor had come alone, he might not have been so wary.

But the pressure from the funeral attendant behind her, who was carrying a two-handed sword, was too intense. Her cold killing intent was obvious, as if she would take her head at any moment.

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Lloyd gritted his teeth, a surge of anger rising within him. He clicked his tongue inwardly and quickly slipped a hand into the half-open collar of his autumn coat.

"call out!"

A silver-plated crossbow bolt pierced through his clothes and shot towards Haida, but she had already sensed it and blocked it with a swift movement of her sword.

But this wasn't the end. Taking advantage of the lull, Lloyd quickly began chanting an ancient, nameless prayer. Dark, viscous blood surged from his body like a collapse, forming a continuously spreading pool of blood…

The second type of superior secret technique under the Red Cup system: [Blood Control].

For humans, controlling blood is a secret art that requires learning and even depends on the deity they worship. But for vampires... it's simply an innate talent.

"As expected, individuals over a hundred years old can all use [Blood Manipulation] to some extent. However, their proficiency and completion are not yet very high, and their posture is not as elegant as that of the dancer Sayens. Is it because they have not yet returned to the old faith?"

Fran commented with interest as he looked at Lloyd, who was hiding in a cocoon of blood.

Just as Fran was about to say something, several chain-like blood thorns suddenly emerged from the blood pool, grabbed her arm, and were about to pull her into the pool.

But Lloyd clearly forgot one thing... when you are the prey, never turn your back on the hunter.

Haida's gray-chestnut eyes suddenly narrowed, and she gripped the hilt of the power sword "Nirvana" and hurled it.

The blade tip pierced through the blood thorns with a tearing sound, then pinned the entire cocoon-like body to the wall.

"vomit……"

This nun's power far surpasses that of ordinary evil offspring; she is the true freak...

Lloyd's chest was pierced straight through, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Even the [Blood Control] sword, with its hardness comparable to steel, couldn't withstand the blows for even a moment before being torn apart by the power sword's blade. It couldn't even deflect the sword's direction by an inch.

As his power weakened, the blood cocoon gradually softened.

Sofran gently touched the bloodthorn marks on his wrist, smoothly and naturally taking out a brass pocket watch from his pocket and glancing at the time.

The clock ticks rhythmically, as if in motion.

"I thought there were only two little guys with white cups, but I didn't expect there to be a supervisor-level hunter watching... Rosalie, the goddess of fate is on your side."

N. Lloyd noticed the ring on Heda's left index finger engraved with the emblem of the Hunter, and let out a low, bitter laugh.

Although the sword that pierced him wasn't made of silver, it instilled in him an indescribable sense of powerlessness. His strength and spirit were slowly waning, as if he were being parasitized and devoured.

"Vampire, why don't you try to escape using [Bat Transformation] or [Blood Transformation]?"

Heda did not remove the power sword pinning Lloyd, but instead took out a wooden-handled folding knife from under her nun's robe, ready to prevent him from escaping at any time.

"That's a secret technique of the Noralia family, how could I possibly use it? Oh, how interesting... You've even hunted them?"

As if sensing that life was about to come to an end, Lloyd's tone became more detached.

Haida paid no attention to his apparent weakness and immediately began the interrogation.

9. "Why are you hunting down Rosalie?"

"Not all noble members of the Moon Clan are willing to associate with food. The hypocrites of the White Cup are only willing to feign compliance with the ancient elders in order to find a way to solve our problems once and for all..."

Si said, "I was merely following orders from above, tearing apart the illusions of both sides."

Lloyd stared straight at Heda, a blood-soaked smile on his face.

Lu: "Hey, young manager, what else do you want to know? Why don't you give me some blood so I can live a little longer, and I'll tell you even more..."

Heda didn't care about his attitude. She just glanced at Rosalie, who was leaning against the wall, and only continued to ask questions after seeing that Fran had already started to give her first aid.

"The silver-plated studded arrows you used are of Hunter's standard. In other words, your intention was to frame us?"

"The Funeral Court's fanatics... disregarding the commandments, they murdered the messenger of the Moon Familia. How reasonable. No need to leave behind irrefutable evidence, as long as there is suspicion... the rift will spread on its own."

Lloyd's condition is strange.

He seemed to answer every question, and what he said wasn't entirely fabricated; it had some value. This made Haida, who was used to dealing with die-hards, quite uncomfortable.

Are there fence-sitters among the madmen who won't get the blood plague?

Meanwhile, although Lloyd's breathing was growing weaker, his spirits were almost frenzied...

In the blink of an eye, a sudden change occurred.

The bright, clear moonlight shone from the holy emblem on Lloyd's skin. The crescent-shaped pattern spread rapidly until it enveloped his entire body. His body began to decay at a visible rate, but something new seemed to be emerging from within it.

Like a butterfly emerging from its pupa or a cicada shedding its skin, his pale spirit floated in the air, freed from the shackles of his physical body.

The second-tier superior secret technique under the Rebirth Moon system: [Severing the Spirit and Flesh].

Lloyd cooperated with Heda's interrogation only to buy enough time.

Ordinary secret techniques are easily detected when cast, but [Isolation of Spirit and Flesh] possesses a high degree of secrecy... and since it is cast within the body through a holy symbol, it is even more difficult to detect. Once his spirit is independent, he can easily escape from his current predicament.

Lloyd, who had already transformed into a pure spirit, quickly emerged from the guardhouse and disappeared into the shadows under the moon.

Although he lost his physical body, as a vengeful spirit, he could still indulge in bloodshed. It was far better than dying by Haida's sword.

"Hey, the head of the Hunters, the monster of the Medical Court... that's all there is to it."

Lloyd chuckled and stretched his body wildly and gleefully under the night sky.

-

"Hehe, hee hee..."

Looking at Lloyd, whose eyes were vacant and whose lips occasionally curled into a smile, Heida narrowed her eyes slightly and asked Fran a question.

"Dr. Fran, why is he grinning like an idiot... and waving his arms around like that?"

"In Lloyd's mind, his secret technique, 'Isolation of Soul and Flesh,' had been successfully cast, and he had escaped as a spirit. He is probably in a state of euphoria right now."

“He looks exactly like his elder brother back then.”

Fran shook the chain of her brass pocket watch and put it back into her white coat pocket. At this moment, she had already activated her purification technique, and a clear, luminous hemispherical domain radiated outward from her center.

“Miss Rosalie, the disinfection and anesthesia are complete. I’m going to prepare to remove the arrowhead.”

Rosalie's crimson eyes blinked slightly, wanting to respond to Fran. But due to the effects of anesthesia and muscle relaxation, she couldn't even speak...

This is because vampires have basic drug resistance; an ordinary person would probably have lost consciousness long ago.

Under the slicing of the Spirit Bone Willow Leaf Blade, the silver-plated nailed arrow, along with the surrounding scorched flesh, was removed by Fran and placed on the tray beside him.

“Lloyd’s disguise was very meticulous. The arrowheads were also covered with silver dust… These tiny silver particles can penetrate deep into the wounded’s body through the blood vessels, causing lasting and deep damage.”

2. "Indeed, this is a preparation technique commonly used by hunters."

"Fortunately, the silver flakes are large enough to be separated using the [dust removal and dirt removal] method."

As she spoke, Fran put her proposed medical plan into practice... About ten seconds later, she received a small box of silver flakes still stained with blood.

"Done. Now we just need to wait for it to heal itself."

Rosalie's abdomen was severely necrotic, with a large amount of flesh and blood, including some organs and intestines. However, given the vampires' vitality, she would likely recover completely within a few hours once the silverware was removed.

"Hmm~ It's dinner time, Miss Rosalie, would you like something to eat to replenish your energy?"

With a faint smile, Fran held Rosalie's wrist, which had just been scratched by the bloodthorn, to her lips.

Lu... Rosalie was momentarily surprised and doubtful.

Who knows what the consequences would be of drinking this doctor's blood? Glancing at Lloyd, who was pinned to the wall by a power sword and acting insane, she hesitated to take the plunge.

But the fragrance of blood lingered in her nostrils, sweet and mellow, exuding an intoxicating vibrancy... and she simply couldn't convince herself to give up.

Those few seconds of decision felt like an eternity to Rosalie. In the end, she let go of her fear and reserve, and with her pale pink tongue, she licked the wound on Fran's wrist.

As Rosalie drank Fran's blood, she felt an overwhelming sense of bliss. The rich life force intertwined with pure spirit, and even just a few drops were enough to plunge her into an unforgettable, intoxicating bliss.

At the same time, due to the secrets of the Noralia family, extremely fragmented memories also flashed through her mind.

The first sound was a gentle, almost soft female voice.

"Professor Flamel, how is the potion I prepared this time?"

"Your skill level is lacking, the proportions are not perfect, and the extraction of active ingredients is insufficient. I can give you 70 points, but I suggest you send it back and re-formulate it. If this is the only level you reach after you graduate, remember not to reveal your teacher's name if anything goes wrong."

The female voice that responded to her was cool and languid, with a hint of teasing.

The memories were fragmented and almost torn apart; the faces of the two people were blurry and unreal, like faded film that had been spliced ​​through frames... indistinct.

The fleeting vision vanished completely, and Rosalie snapped out of her reverie.

Fran had already gotten up and bandaged the wound on her wrist. Although this level of injury didn't require any treatment for her, practicing on herself from time to time could effectively prevent her skills from becoming rusty.

……

Rosalie Noralia, the 'Clan of the Moon,' has been healed. This month's routine house call is complete, completion rating: S. Your next monthly house call will trigger randomly next month.

[This consultation fee: Unknown biological material x1 (high quality, unidentified)]

[Your resolution change: Heterogeneity (33.5%→34.0%).]

Because the patients I treated were vampires, my heterology analysis improved... but unfortunately, the increase wasn't significant, far less than the emergency room visit I had with Luyala.

“Take a break, Miss Rosalie. Judging by the time, the Exterminator should be arriving soon.”

Fran rubbed her slightly dark circles; she could already hear the orderly and hurried footsteps outside the cabin.

"Bang!" The door of the hut was kicked open, and Utus was the first to enter.

After looking around, his expression quickly shifted from wary to astonished.

Rosalie lay on the floor, surrounded by unfamiliar medical equipment; the surgery seemed to be over. Sister Heda stood with a doctor, and a laughing vampire was nailed to the wall…

“Sister Heda, it’s a pleasure to see you again. But… what are you doing here?”

After a long silence, Utus broke the awkward silence by speaking first.

"Detectives from the Secret Service have discovered that Miss Rosalie has been attacked on the northern border. I'm here to carry out the rescue mission."

Haida spoke in an official tone, almost solemnly, without changing her expression.

Although the commandments of the hunters state, "It is permissible to conceal, but not to deceive," sometimes a plausible lie is far more believable than an absurd truth.

She gently stroked the knuckle of her index finger, where the brass ring, engraved with horizontal ridges, gleamed subtly.

Has she been promoted to head of the funeral home? Utus nodded slightly, understanding dawning on him.

But how could the Secret Service react so quickly to an attack on the northern border? No wonder the heretical proverb says, "The crow is everywhere."

Meanwhile, Haida was also observing and assessing Utus. This professor from the Department of Oceanography had rarely participated in the last purge, making it difficult for her to accurately assess his specific strength.

In the sewers, Utus primarily used a relic flintlock pistol. He displayed no other skills besides shooting. However, when he stormed into the room, he was not carrying a gun.

Knowing that there might be danger inside the house, this is clearly unwise.

In other words, Utus possesses some form of close-quarters combat skill, and he is quite confident in it. Perhaps it's a secret technique, or perhaps it's a relic…

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soup!

Chapter 87 The Secret Interrogation Room

Utus made a tactical hand gesture to the debunkers waiting to enter the house, which meant "safe."

...But this did not mean he completely trusted Haida. The Exorcists in charge of the investigation found residual shell casings and arrowheads at the scene of the attack, all of which were standard issue for the Order of the Hunters.

The hunters' identities and positions in this matter are currently unknown. Remaining vigilant is the proper courtesy to both sides.

"Sister Haida, could you briefly recount what happened?"

“The traitor within the Moon Familia planned to disguise himself as a hunter to intercept Rosalie and break the Moonbeam Oath… I spent some time tracking him down and subduing him.”

Heda pointed to Lloyd, who was pinned to the wall, then grasped the hilt of "Nirvana" and pulled the power sword from the wall.

The vampire, having lost its support, collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

“A traitor to the Moon Clan… I think I know the situation.” Utus frowned, his expression turning serious.

If this attack originated from the Crimson Cup, the Seal Stone, or other heretical groups, its nature could be easily determined. However, if it involves internal strife within the Moon Familia… things become more complicated.