Capítulo 1722: Chapter 1717: Bitter Fruit (11)
“I have to say, you are indeed quite extraordinary.”
Fu Qian’s enigmatic attitude allowed things to progress efficiently, yet clearly caused Dorian considerable psychological pressure.
So much so that when Fu Qian actually said he would go, Dorian engaged in so inner conflict before carefully continuing to speak.
“I believe that soone like you wouldn’t bother lying about such matters… It’s simple, Hilary is the easiest to find among everyone, because she’s right at the place where you were just now.”
Dorian gestured in the direction of the door.
“No need for an address; once you’re outside, just find the tallest building in sight and go look for her inside, she will surely be there.”
So Hilary is actually soone in the faith industry?
It seems Brother Dorian’s treatnt plan is strictly adapted from reality then.
“Got it, what about the others?”
Following the indicated direction, Fu Qian expressionlessly observed the outside.
To his relief, although the sky appeared sowhat gloomy, it was finally no longer night outside.
As for why the clinic was dimly lit to the point of needing lamps, the reason was simple.
The windows, which were already not very transparent, were even coated with an extra layer of brown dust, making everything outside appear hazy as if with a filter.
“Not there, it’s still dayti now.”
At this ti regarding his question, Dorian once again emitted that unpleasant laughter.
“Of course, even if it weren’t dayti, they wouldn’t go there. It’s nothing but a faith that’s long since fallen, incapable of offering any help.”
“To them, there’s no doubt that the safest place is still their own ho, since you never know when it might turn dark.”
“Weren’t you also guided here by knocking on the window when you arrived?”
…
So Lord Akons, the Insight and Wisdom God, has already been abandoned by his followers?
And Miss Hilary is the last one holding on?
Additionally, it sounds like the old lady recognized him likely because he, this outsider, once knocked on her window.
It’s easy to gather more details from Dorian’s descriptions.
And it’s obvious that this place is not one of peaceful serenity.
“It sounds like it could turn into nightti outside at any mont?”
Shaking his head slightly, Fu Qian continued to ask, showing no reservations about revealing his unfamiliarity with this place.
“Yes, the day-night cycle here is irregular.”
Dorian seed emotionally stable by now, appearing quite satisfied with Fu Qian’s response.
“It could be dayti just a mont ago, and then with just a blink, it’s already pitch-black night, and you wouldn’t know how long you’d have to wait inside…”
“Additionally, you might not believe it, but I have to kindly remind you, perhaps it’s false in the treatnt earlier, but there really is a ‘thing’ here that wanders when night falls.”
He even admitted to the inducent in the Dream earlier.
“This is also why there are fewer and fewer people here.”
“I can believe that.”
Amid Dorian’s sigh, Fu Qian once again exhibited his unpredictability, not only refraining from questioning but also casually extending the topic.
“So the Divine Beings Hilary serves were abandoned because of this as well?”
Faith is generally quite resilient; didn’t you see the Night Holy City with its plethora of bankrupt gamblers, yet the sacred places were still bustling?
To be resolutely abandoned, one common scenario is when under trendous external pressure, the filter is completely shattered, like that special threat.
“Haha, as for that… In any case, you know that Akons is just incapable against that terrifying threat.”
However, at this point, Dorian chose to be secretive.
“Of course, if you’re not planning to wipe them all out, it’s best not to ntion this na in front of them. They even changed the town’s na so they wouldn’t have to hear it.”
…
So this place was originally nad Akons? The devotion was almost visibly genuine.
Solely from this point, one can almost imagine a tragedy of mutual abandonnt between Divine Beings and followers.
“But you don’t seem to mind it as much as they do?”
Not holding it against Dorian’s attitude, Fu Qian finally withdrew his gaze, looking at him with a smile.
In his healing Dream, the followers gathered under the seat of Akons once again, viewing it as the only sanctuary.
From this perspective, Dorian could almost be considered as a trailblazer for a ceremonial revival.
“Haha, I’m a doctor; practicality is the only standard.”
In the next mont, Dorian not only didn’t deny it but elevated his deanor to the peak with a single sentence.
“And obviously, that scene is the most convenient.”
“Indeed, it is.”
With his abundant experience in Dream practices, Fu Qian montarily agreed deeply with this.
Perhaps it’s prone to leaving aftereffects, but faith is undoubtedly a sharp tool that cuts at the spiritual level.
In this regard, choosing a church instead of a clinic for treatnt could indeed yield better effects.
And as an “outsider,” unlike the natives, there wouldn’t be much psychological resistance.
Additionally, for the primary treatnt, these dolls, it is necessary to place them in a suitable scene to perform, and a church is clearly also a good choice.
“However, even so, your business doesn’t seem to be thriving?”
Despite this, Fu Qian didn’t simply agree but gestured towards the empty hospital beds instead.
“Mainly because there are too few outsiders like you.”
Struck at the heart despite the prevailing montum, Dorian, after a pause, couldn’t help but sigh.
“Of course, I also need to strive for better tools.”
As he spoke, he looked at Fu Qian’s hands.
“I’m waiting for your good news, rember they don’t have to be alive.”
“As long as they’ve not been dead for too long, you can bring them, though preferably as intact as possible, especially the eyes and lungs, uh—”
The dical instruction was abruptly cut off, accompanied by the grating sound of a chair scraping against the floor.
“Are you trying to teach how to do things?”
Once warm and gentle, Fu Qian now remained smiling, but with his empty hand, he seized Dorian’s long, slightly crooked neck completely, suffocating him.
Thud, thud—
Given that the doctor was already slender, being lifted off the ground by Fu Qian made the scene almost a replica of when he picked up the doll earlier.
In the calm yet frightening change, the long needle in his hand almost instinctively reversed, intending to stab.
However, even though the patient made no dodging intent, at the last mont, the motion was forcibly halted, turning to lightly tap on the back of the fallen chair instead.
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