Chapter 49: Goodbye

The strange combination of visitors outside made Selene pause for a moment. She immediately turned her gaze to the mysterious person. He also seemed surprised. After a moment of thought, he chuckled and said,

“It seems you want to leave.”

Selene nodded. Honestly, she not only wanted to leave the club but also wanted to leave Schwerdt Town. What the hell? Why were there so many secret organizations in this town all of a sudden? The Sect of Sin, those messing with the cemetery, the Omniscient Confederation, those cooperating with the Sect of Sin… Are you guys having a cult convention here?

“I know you still have many questions,” the mysterious person touched his hood. The shadowed face seemed to focus on Selene. “If you join the Confederation, I can tell you about my purpose, my background, and the rats in this town, the origin of that statue…”

In other words, he wasn’t willing to say anything now.

Selene hesitated for a few seconds, not committing herself.

“I’ll think about it for a few days.”

She wanted to ask Richter or Louise what the “Omniscient Confederation” was, and then observe the mysterious person for a while before deciding whether or not to join this organization.

The mysterious person nodded slightly, as if satisfied with this answer. He thought for a moment, then reached into his sleeve and pulled out an item—a silver ring with a cross and starlight pattern engraved on it.

“I’m busier with internal matters of the Confederation, but I have some things I need to do… The people here are ordinary people. There are some things I’d like you to do. I’ll send them to your residence as a letter.”

He placed the ring on the table.

“This is your advance payment. Its name is 【Blood Grip】. As the name suggests, when worn, it allows you to control a certain amount of free-flowing blood. Also, if someone has a wound that can bleed at least five hundred milliliters of blood, you can control all their blood by touching their wound with the ring.”

A magical artifact.

“According to the South Continent’s classification of such items, this ring is about ‘Verse’ level. So it’s not very valuable. Following the principle of equivalent exchange, I won’t give you a difficult task.” Seeing her wariness, the mysterious person said. He added, “Of course, it’s still worth about a dozen gold coins.”

“Verse” was one of the classifications of magical artifacts in Mittal. Below it was “Blank,” completely harmless. Above it were “Scripture” and “Unknown.”

Selene was silent for a few seconds, pulled out a handkerchief, and carefully wrapped the ring.

Then she stood up and turned to leave. The mysterious man didn’t stop her. He said to the man at the door,

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“Take them out. And don’t stop this guest from entering in the future. She and her companion are welcome anytime.”

The heavy door opened silently. The boss whispered his agreement and looked at Selene, bowing.

“Do you have any further instructions, Miss?”

“Uh… take me to see Doctor Modi,” Selene rubbed her face. A sudden, inexplicable urge to smash something welled up within her. She took a few deep breaths before suppressing it.

The boss didn’t reply but led her through the third floor. Soon, Selene saw Doctor Modi and Richter, whose face was now ordinary, but still exuded an air of refinement, like an elegant scholar.

“I didn’t expect to find someone who knows so much about medicine here,” Modi was excitedly talking to Richter, “Honestly, most people in the Divine Construct are prejudiced against physicians and medicine. They associate us with those evil necromancers—what the hell! Necromancy is a legal superhuman profession now! Medicine, which doesn’t involve superhuman abilities, is even more so!”

“After all, in the public mind, anatomy is something that only necromancers study. Most people only know what organs they have, and which organs hurt when they’re sick. They don’t know anything else, so they just attribute it to the gods,” Richter, seeing Selene, casually responded to Modi, nodded at her, “I happened to run into Doctor Modi, so we were chatting… We came straight up from the first floor.”

He briefly explained, then narrowed his eyes, speaking softly,

“So, did you have fun?”

Selene was startled for a moment before understanding that he was asking if she had been in danger. But this question… She nodded at Doctor Modi as a greeting—then said with a hint of satisfaction,

“It was pretty fun. Yeah, I made a little money.”

“That’s good. Uh, I have another patient to see with Doctor Modi here. His name is Bill. Would you like to come along?” Richter said with a smile, then looked at Modi. “Don’t worry, he won’t cause any trouble.”

“If he’s your friend, he must be a knowledgeable person,” Modi readily agreed. He smiled at Selene. “What’s your name, sir?”

“Fine. Doctor Modi, you can call me…” Selene pulled down her sleeve. “Uh, Elfin.”

“Alright, Mr. Elfin,” Modi touched his hair, sighing, “Honestly, when I heard that the patient had been seriously injured for days, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to help… Luckily, I met you two. You’re both from Mittal. You’re civilized people.”

Selene twitched the corner of her mouth. In her previous life, she had been considered an intellectual, but in this life, she was barely literate. She looked at Richter, who naturally replied,

“Lanstier also has universities that teach medicine, like the Holy City University and Alorn University…”

“Those are all in major cities in the empire’s interior. Forget the Holy City for a moment. Alorn is the City of Miracles, the city reborn from the flames. Ten years ago, it was almost completely destroyed by fire. Nine years ago, it was rebuilt. Even now, it’s still the gateway to the Holy City, the most prosperous city in the North Continent…” Modi opened Bill’s door and looked inside.

Richter was silent for a moment, then smiled.

“After all, ten years ago, Shinten Saintess killed a Evil god there, making Alorn famous. Also, its geographical location is very advantageous…”

They were referring to the “Arorne Black Sun” incident ten years ago, when the world’s largest cult, the “Church of True Light,” summoned a Evil god in that city, creating a global phenomenon—a sun shrouded in darkness.

The two, who knew all about this event, turned their attention to Bill and fell silent.

Modi pondered for a moment, then asked dubiously,

“The patient is bandaged, and it seems a lot of blood has been lost. But looking at him, it doesn’t seem like he needs treatment…”

In the room, Bill, whose spirits had been lifted by the potion, feeling full of energy, looked at them, his eyes wide.

Everyone was equally embarrassed.

Selene covered her face, sighing wearily.

“I can make him need treatment.”