Late at night, amid another cheer for magic, Lumian drank the sugar and wine in his hand and left the bar with a smile.
He could already imagine that if Aurore were here, she would definitely say:
"You are so boring. You actually used the authority and power of the 'Governor of the Sea' to perform a 'magic' show. You used real things to deceive those drunkards into thinking they were fake. Is this your prank? You were having so much fun."
Lumian replied silently:
"Being able to use extraordinary power and the authority of the 'Governor of the Sea' for this kind of thing, rather than in battle, is what you expect, right?
"Isn't this the happiness and future you long for?"
In the corridor where kerosene wall lamps were lit, Lumian stepped on the creaking floorboards and returned step by step towards the first-class suite in a quiet and deserted environment.
Snoring and moaning came from both sides from time to time through the walls. There was a room near the stairs with an open door, reflecting the dim light of the fire.
When Lumian passed by there, he glanced sideways and saw a holy emblem of life representing the "Earth Mother Goddess" engraved on the wall deep in the room - it was a simple symbol among symbols such as ears of wheat, flowers and springs.
Pen baby.
In front of the Holy Emblem of Life stood a man in brown priest uniform. He was less than thirty years old, with clean eyebrows and relatively young eyes. His brown beard was only a little lighter. He was holding a thick classic in his hand and was sitting down.
Sermons to men and women in different locations in the room.
Lumian knew that this was a "prayer room", equivalent to a small, mobile church, with dedicated clergy in charge - this is more common in countries that only believe in one god, whether it is a long-distance ship or a steam train
, all taking into account believers’ needs to pray quietly and listen to teachings.
Lumian, who could basically understand the plateau language, remembered the words "life is precious, and a good harvest is gratifying". He withdrew his gaze, entered the corridor, and climbed up the stairs step by step.
At the same time, Lugano, who had just finished taking care of Ludwig's midnight snack, heard a knock on the door.
"Who?" Lugano was surprised and a little expectant.
This is definitely not the employer. He has the key and will open the door directly.
And it's almost 11 o'clock at night. Who would visit others at this time?
Could it be that some girl heard my bragging on the deck, believed it, and came to share a wonderful night with me?
As soon as he had some thoughts, Lugano heard a rather weak male voice:
"I'm here to see Dr. Lugano."
Looking for a doctor... Lugano couldn't help frowning, but he still opened the door.
Outside is a man wrapped in a thick woolen coat, which is in sharp contrast to Lugano, who is wearing a linen shirt and thin trousers.
Lugano looked the visitor up and down:
"I am Lugano, what can I do for you?"
The man's face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes. There was only a little sparkle of life in his brown eyes. He was young, only in his early twenties, but lifeless.
The man took a breath and said extremely weakly:
"You can call me Ennio. I heard that you helped several people on the deck discover the true cause of their illnesses and their conditions improved quickly. I would like to ask you to help me see a doctor.
"I have money to pay for the consultation."
Seeing this guy looking like he was about to die, Lugano sighed and said:
"Come in and keep your voice down. You know, I am the personal doctor of a famous person. He doesn't like to be disturbed by strangers."
When Ennio sat on the sofa, Lugano habitually asked about the other party's condition to cover up the ensuing occult diagnosis:
"What's wrong with you?"
Ennio waited for a few seconds before saying:
"Since half a month ago, I have become afraid of the cold, weak, don't want to eat, have a runny nose and cough repeatedly, and the situation is getting worse."
"Hmm..." Lugano nodded, raised his right hand, and tapped his forehead, as if thinking about what the patient's self-report could represent.
In fact, he took the opportunity to turn on his "spiritual vision" and prepared to directly see where the other person's illness was from the color, brightness and thickness of the etheric body.
Just one glance made Lugano almost jump with fright:
Is the patient sitting in front of me still alive?
In Lugano's eyes, in Ennio's etheric body, the white covering the whole body, which represents the overall balance, has turned gray and black. This is a sign that the condition is serious and close to death.
This was not what shocked and stunned Lugano. What frightened him the most was:
The orange color on the opponent's body, which represents the health of organs such as excretion and detoxification, has completely turned dark and no longer has any brightness. This indicates that the corresponding parts have long lost their functions and no longer play any role!
Similarly, the yellow representing the digestive system, the green representing the heart and regulatory system, and the blue representing the throat and part of the nervous system have all become dark and lost their luster.
The only remaining colors on Ennio's body are the red on his hands and feet and the purple on the surface of his head.
What does this "inspection result" mean?
It shows that Ennio is a person whose heart no longer beats, his intestines and stomach no longer move, and his internal organs have lost their functions, but he can still think, move and speak!
"Son of a bitch, where did this monster come from!" Lugano, who encountered such a "patient" for the first time, cursed in his heart and was trembling a little.
He was very afraid that the other party would suddenly say:
"Doctor, I'm very cold, please lend me your skin to wrap it up. Doctor, I want to eat, please lend me your stomach and intestines..."
Seeing Lugano's silence, Ennio asked worriedly:
"Doctor, what disease do I have?"
Sick? Lugano said to himself crazily and silently:
If you wake up, your heart will stop beating. People without blood flow will of course be cold!
People who don’t have gastrointestinal motility will definitely have little appetite!
As his thoughts flashed, Lugano muttered and said:
"Your problem is very serious. I need further analysis and observation before I can draw a conclusion. Can you come back to me tomorrow morning?"
"Of course, before that, I need to draw some of your blood for research."
"No problem." Although Ennio didn't have much confidence in Lugano, he still held out his right hand with the mentality that a try would be better than nothing.
Lugano, who was quite well-equipped with tools, used a needle, a rubber hose and a glass blood collection bottle to draw a little blood from Ennio's body. He found that although the blood was dark in color, it still had basic vitality. Then, he listened to the other person's words.
My heart was beating, and there was a thumping, thumping sound in my ears. It was feeble, but it was real.
Strange... Lugano took advantage of the opportunity of auscultation and prescribing medicine, quietly let his palms flicker, and gave Ennio a simple treatment.
Ennio suddenly became more energetic and his strength seemed to have recovered a little.
"Thank you, doctor, your massage and medicine are all effective, thank you so much!" Ennio left the suite with a look of joy on his face.
None of the many doctors he had seen before could make him even better. This time he planned to take a boat to the south and then take a steam train to see a doctor at the headquarters of the Church of the Mother Earth.
After watching Ennio leave in shock, Lugano finally waited until his employer returned.
He quickly told Lumian what had just happened, and finally said:
"I got his blood, can you find someone to divine the real situation?"
"Divination?" Lumian laughed, took the blood collection bottle containing a little blood, and opened Ludwig's children's room.
"Take a sip and see what knowledge you can gain?" Lumian handed the blood collection bottle to Ludwig with the mentality of not letting it go if he could use it.
Ludwig's expression remained unchanged, just like drinking milk before going to bed. Gulu took a sip of the liquid in the blood collection bottle.
This made Lugano look confused, his eyes full of surprise and doubt.
After tasting the blood for a moment, Ludwig spoke neither fast nor slow:
“The stomach is missing, the small and large intestines are missing, the lungs are missing, the liver and pancreas are missing…
"Equal to a dead person, living by the power of mysticism...
"It will take less than a week to completely die..."
This... Lugano was both surprised that Ludwig not only drank human blood, but also expressed a lot of judgments in a serious manner, and he was also shocked that Ennio really didn't have those organs.
He thought before that it just lost its corresponding function.
According to Ludwig, isn't Ennio just a dead man?
What happened to him?
"What should I do?" Lugano looked at Lumian.
Lumian laughed:
"What can be done? Go to the captain, the ship's safety director, or the priest in the prayer room to report this matter. They will handle it."
Lugano nodded first, then hesitantly said:
"But will this expose the fact that I am an extraordinary person?"
"Just tell them directly that you are Louis Berry's servant." Lumian said calmly.
"Okay." Lugano didn't mind what the servant said. He thought for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Have you heard any strange noises at night? I occasionally hear babies crying."
"Baby?" Lumian asked, shaking his head, "I didn't hear you."
Lugano muttered to himself:
"Is there a baby crying on this floor?"
He then looked at Lumian:
"Should I go find the captain now?"
Lumian's eyes moved slightly and he smiled and said:
"Tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Lugano agreed without hesitation.
He also wanted to wait for dawn and the sun to rise before doing this. Otherwise, reporting such a strange problem in such a dark night always made him feel that something unexpected would happen.
The sun will make him feel safe!
Lumian entered the room without asking or admonishing any more, washed up and went to bed.
But he didn't sleep, but half-closed his eyes, waiting for something.
After an unknown amount of time, Lumian heard a slight creaking sound.
The door to one of the rooms was gently opened.
Lumian suddenly turned over and sat up, silently rushed to the door, and quietly opened a gap in the door that had not been completely closed.
He saw a figure slowly walking out in front of Lugano's servant's room.
It was Lugano wearing a linen shirt. His eyes were open, but they were extremely empty and lacked focus, and there was no expression on his face.
Lugano walked to the door of the suite as if sleepwalking.