Chapter 364 Test
A middle-aged man standing in the front of the convoy, wrapped in a thick fur coat, came forward with a smile. His shrewd eyes swept calmly over Ethan, who was leading the group, and the two tall, thin, and incomprehensible strangers behind him.
"You three, this is..."
Ethan didn't exchange pleasantries, immediately relaying the codeword provided by the contact. The other party, still wearing that slick businessman's smile, slowly pulled out a palm-sized, oddly shaped magical tool from his pocket.
That thing looked like a sphere with layers of hollowing out and a complex and exquisite structure. It seemed to be wrapped in blood vessels and meridians emitting a metallic luster. Inside, one could faintly see a dark red core that was slowly beating.
"I'm sorry, Master Ethan, this is just routine procedure, please understand." The man in the leather jacket said with a smile.
No one knew where he pressed the button, but the magic tool suddenly began to vibrate and hum, rising from the palm of the leather-coated man's hand. It hovered in mid-air and spun, and three exceptionally thin red threads suddenly shot out from deep within its core.
They were not physical entities, dancing strangely in the air like living creatures. One of them plunged into Ethan's forehead without hesitation. Accompanied by the cold feeling and the sudden pain from his eyebrows, Ethan groaned in pain and his body swayed slightly.
The core of the magic tool immediately shone brightly, emitting a bright red light. The man in the leather jacket who saw this scene breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound.
Two more threads were eager to try beside Nova and Azuka, the spikes on the top trembling slightly, ready to strike, and about to drill into the eyebrows of the two people - accompanied by a slight sound like a bubble bursting, the two threads suddenly broke at the root without any warning, and turned into faint red lights.
The next second, the entire magic tool seemed to be carrying some unbearable terrifying power, and silently turned into a handful of fine powder that shimmered with a faint metallic luster in mid-air, and fell into the hands of the man in the leather jacket.
The man in the fur coat's hand trembled violently, as if bitten by a venomous snake, and quickly retracted it. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. Several sturdy "servants" around them suddenly approached the three of them with fierce eyes, their hands already on the weapons at their waists.
"Very rude bloodline spell."
The taller man, whose face was obscured by a hood, spoke calmly. He gracefully withdrew his hand and raised his head slightly, revealing a smooth chin. "Is this how the 'Shelter' company treats guests?"
The man in the fur coat suddenly raised his right hand to stop the people around him from approaching with bad intentions.
"Misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!" His smile grew increasingly earnest and sincere, and he leaned forward to apologize with exaggerated apology, "It was just a routine inspection. I didn't expect this crude thing would disturb our distinguished guest! We came too hastily, and our methods were indeed too crude. I'm truly sorry to have embarrassed you, Your Excellency. I'm truly sorry!"
The man in the leather jacket paused, his eyes quickly scanning between Ethan and the person who spoke, carefully choosing his words: "I guess this is the healer that Master Ethan mentioned?"
The other party didn't say much, just nodded slightly, appearing indifferent and arrogant, but it made the man in the leather jacket feel a little relieved - a powerful therapist certainly has the right to be arrogant, and if he was too warm and friendly, it would be suspicious.
"So this is..."
He looked searchingly at the other man—black hair, gray eyes, and an ordinary face that was easily forgotten.
"My assistant," the mysterious healer replied coldly, somewhat impatiently. "How much longer are we going to waste here?"
The man in the fur coat smiled awkwardly. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud voice: "Kane, you talk too much."
The carriage tarpaulin was lifted by a hand wearing a delicate lambskin glove, and a young man emerged from the carriage with a hint of impatience. He did not immediately jump off, but instead stood condescendingly on the edge of the carriage, gazing at everyone present with a raised eyebrow, as if inspecting his territory.
"Master Roland." The fur-coated man known as Kane bowed his head respectfully. The professor beside him narrowed his eyes slightly. Roland Mony. He knew the name. Lionel Mony's youngest and most favored son. Even at such a young age, the elder Mony had entrusted him with a third of his wealth.
Moreover, this name had appeared in the mouth of Miss Emilia Carleton - this young master, who was said to be richer than even ten imperial earls combined, was "fanatically" pursuing her and even declared that he would not marry anyone else in his lifetime.
The young man was wearing an outfit that looked very valuable, a close-fitting velvet coat, a snow-white silk scarf with a huge purple gem hanging on it, and a thick and luxurious ermine fur cloak on the outside. He looked out of place in the old convoy.
The other party finally jumped out of the car lightly. When the tips of his exquisitely crafted boots inevitably got a little dusty, Roland's brows suddenly frowned in disgust, which made his handsome face look particularly arrogant and picky.
Roland slowly brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders, and his gaze first fell on Ethan, his eyes filled with undisguised, arrogant scrutiny, as if he was looking at a piece of unsatisfactory merchandise.
"Are you my father's newly adopted 'brother', whose biological mother is unknown?" He asked directly, his words clear and every syllable as if tempered by ice. "Tsk, it seems father is seriously ill, his mind is completely muddled, and he's actually using this 'carrier'... He's not afraid of contracting some nasty disease."
Ethan stared back at him silently, his eyes slightly cold, his hands clenched into fists, and he said nothing.
"Master Roland, please don't..." Kane took a step forward in panic and tried to stop him. He quickly glanced at the two people next to him, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
To avoid causing fluctuations in the company's stock price and to prevent partners from harboring ulterior motives, the Governor's illness was not allowed to be disclosed to the public. But now, only an "outsider" whose identity had not yet been verified, this spoiled young master of the Governor, had so brazenly spoken out in public.
Kane now felt extremely troubled. Originally, the young master did not need to take action for such a small matter, but the other party was dealing with the turmoil caused by the People's Party near the city of Osiris. After hearing about this, he strongly requested to follow.
"What are you afraid of?" Roland said lazily, his eyes finally moving away from Ethan and landing on Azuka with interest. "This... healer, didn't you say you could cure my father's illness? If you don't even know who the patient is, that's a bit unreasonable."
He paced forward in the direction of the three people, ignoring the tense expressions of his subordinates around him, ignoring Ethan's subconsciously tense body, and finally stopped one step away from Azuka.
"Master Healer, don't you want to show your face?" Roland Moni looked as if he had just discovered a brand new toy. "The situation in Osiris City is very tense, right? Leaving the city must be difficult..."
He suddenly reached out, trying to lift the hood that covered most of Azuka's face. "Are you trying to avoid being searched? Or... are you members of the People's Party who are on a wanted list?"
Roland's pupils suddenly shrank sharply, and his body froze imperceptibly. The opponent didn't show any killing intent, but a terrifying sense of oppression creeped up his spine, nearly causing him to kneel down.
...a strong man.
A well-deserved strong man.
"Well, it was just a joke."
The young master calmly withdrew his frozen hand from mid-air and laughed nonchalantly in the icy atmosphere surrounding him. "You exude such extraordinary grace and dignity. How could you possibly be one of those barbaric and filthy slaves of the People's Party?"
He shook his head, seemingly bored, his gaze casually turning to the dark-haired young man beside him. He quickly made a judgment: an ordinary person, plain-looking, and frail-looking—perhaps a servant who took care of the therapist's daily life? No need to worry about him.
So his gaze passed through the air without even a hint of interest in stopping, and he completely ignored the professor.
Roland Mony snapped his fingers, and several servants responded by dragging a man out of another carriage. He had dark skin, glassy eyes, and a hunched body, as if weighed down by an invisible burden. He was clad only in a thin coat stained with dirt and suspicious brown spots. His exposed arms and calves were covered in dark purple patches resembling corrupted blood, and large, festering wounds oozing with disgusting yellowish pus.
The patient's limbs were very thin, but his belly was surprisingly large. He was dragged roughly but remained unresponsive. If it weren't for the hoarse breathing sound like a broken bellows, one would have doubted whether this was a corpse that had been tortured to death.
Azuka frowned. He had seen several similar cases when inspecting the mining area - a patient suffering from the "curse" or the late stage of "radiation sickness".
The patient exuded a strange stench. Roland elegantly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, spread out one hand, and casually leaned towards Azuka, making an inviting gesture: "Please, Healer, this is just a small test - I really hope that your ability will be enough to match your mystery."
He stood aside, his voice chuckling, but his eyes were devoid of any smile. "If you can truly cure my father's illness as my 'brother' claims, then the 'Protector' Company will not hesitate to pay any compensation."
"But if you just want to waste our time..." Roland shrugged helplessly. "I'm really sorry. For the sake of the future and reputation of the 'Asylum' company, we will have to make sure that you and your assistant can 'shut up' and keep silent about everything you saw."
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