Angor looked at Tyrael's angry and righteous words.
"You're right. I can't do anything in the field of medicine. But are you sure these people are in the field of medicine? "
No one knew how to refute Angor's words. Shadowless Syndrome was too strange. Shadows were created when sunlight shone on them, and it had nothing to do with the human body. Therefore, even they felt that it was a little absurd to treat it as an illness.
But if they didn't treat it as a disease, they couldn't just claim that it was a demon stealing people's shadows. Water Grasse finally managed to build a peaceful city. Now, everyone would be in danger because of these people who lost their shadows. That was why Leonrick had ordered them to stay in one place and set it as a restricted area.
For peace and stability, even if it meant sacrificing a small number of people.
But what would Leonrick do if his only daughter was among those sacrificed?
"Also, are you sure you can save Margot by going on with the consultation? Don't make a fool of yourself. "Angor humphed and walked away.
He did not want to argue with a mortal. Perhaps from Tyrael's point of view, everything he said was reasonable. But Tyrael still insisted that Angor interrupted the consultation and delayed Margot's treatment. Angor found it ridiculous.
In other words, even if he wasn't here today, how could they save the people who lost their shadows?
As the saying went, "Always argue with your peers, but never argue with fools." That was Angor's mentality. He didn't want to argue with a "self-deceiving" so-called "national healer". Angor was trying to lower Angor's IQ.
Therefore, he left without hesitation.
Leonrick panicked and dropped to his knees. "Sir, please save Margot. You're the only one who can save her now …"
Leonrick knew that it was already good enough that Angor wasn't mad at him. He shouldn't ask for more. But that was his daughter, his only child. He had to do this even if it meant offending Angor.
Leonrick's actions scared the hell out of everyone. The butler and the knight followed Leonrick's lead and knelt down at the same time.
The remaining three people, Dean Hedrick of the Golden Cross Medical College, as well as Tyrael and Carolyn, who were national treasures, were all stunned. Leonrick, a count of a kingdom, was only supposed to kneel on one knee before His Majesty, but he was kneeling on both knees?! This was a great salute that would only be performed in front of one's parents, the common people, and the altar!
Both Hedrick and Carolyn looked at Angor in confusion. "Who the hell are you?" Leonrick, the ruler of Water Grasse, was bowing to Lucien?!
Tyrael, on the other hand, was more interested in why Leonrick was so sure that the young man was the only one who could save Margot. Where did he get such confidence from?
What right did a young man who was still wet behind the ears who was playing with birds and playing with birds have to save a patient that even they couldn't save?
The kneeling did not stop Angor's footsteps.
"Like I said, I never agreed to your request. I'm only here because I'm curious. As for saving her … "Angor slowly walked into the darkness." I can't save her. I'll leave it to the other doctors to figure out a way to save her. "
Angor suddenly stopped and turned around when he saw Leonrick's hopeful gaze.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Angor pointed at Tyrael with a smile. The moonlight outside the window illuminated Angor's silhouette even more.
An invisible nightmare aura emerged from Angor's fingertip and entered Tyrael's forehead.
"A small punishment. You have three days."
Tyrael suddenly pointed a finger at Angor and screamed, "You demon!" He quickly backed away. Behind him was Hedrick. When Tyrael saw Hedrick, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the ground while foaming at the mouth. Before he lost consciousness, Hedrick heard Tyrael yelling, "Goat Demon!"
Leonrick was the only one who knew what was going on. Everyone else was dumbfounded by the sudden change.
Why did Tyrael lose his mind all of a sudden?
Hedrick, in particular, was not only dumbfounded, but his face also darkened. His beard was triangular, and his face was slack and thin. He looked like a goat, and he hated it when people called him a goat. So when he heard Tyrael calling him "Sheepshead Devil", he wanted nothing more than to slam the table and run away.
"Count Leonrick, our deal is off. But I hope I can see what I want by noon tomorrow, or else … "Angor did not finish his sentence, but everyone could hear the threat in his words.
Leonrick felt hopeless, but he still forced himself to nod. "Don't worry, sir. I'll have someone send the file to your mansion right away. "
This was the first time Angor used a threatening tone, but it worked surprisingly well. He did not want to use his power to intimidate people, but sometimes, it was the fastest and most convenient way to get things done.
Since he achieved his goal, Angor decided to say something more useful. "I didn't save your daughter because I know I can't. I've already checked them, and they're fine. The problem lies with that little shadow.
"If you can find out more about that shadow, I don't mind going to find out more about it." Angor left a thought for Leonrick. Leonrick was indeed interested in the little shadow. Perhaps it was his natural instinct that told him that there must be something hidden behind it.
However, he did not want to do it himself. He was new here and did not know much about Water Grasse. Even if he wanted to, it would take him a lot of effort. Therefore, he left it to Leonrick. If Leonrick could find out more about the shadow, he wouldn't mind getting involved.
Leonrick's despair was rekindled when he heard Angor's words. He quickly nodded. "I'll do it right away!"
"Don't make a big fuss. We don't want to alert the enemy," Angor added. He then looked at the others. "Last but not least, I'll give you a hint about something I noticed earlier. Pay attention to the color of the eyes and eyes of the patients."
"That's all I have to say." Angor smiled under the light. "The absurd play has come to an end. Good night, everyone."
With that, Angor activated Infinite Reticence and disappeared into the dark corridor.
However, to the others, Angor simply vanished into thin air.
"Where is he? How did he disappear? " Hedrick gasped and grabbed Leonrick's arm. "My eyes didn't deceive me, right? He disappeared, didn't he?"
Leonrick did not answer. He stood up and spoke to the butler in a low voice, "Send Mister Mask's file to him. Also, go find out more about that little shadow. Remember, keep a low profile."
Caroline looked at Angor, then at Tyrael, who was carried to a bed by Hedrick.
Tyrael was still mumbling in his sleep. "Don't come near me! Go away, demon! Ah, save me! Don't kill me … "
Carolyn fell into deep thought. She recalled some of the secrets she read in Zeal Dominion's library when she was a royal doctor.
"Leonrick, is that young man … a wizard?" Caroline asked after a while.
Leonrick paused when he heard Carolyn's question. Hedrick also looked at Caroline. He never visited the library, but he did hear about wizards in folklore. However, most of the folklore equated wizards with evil.
"That has nothing to do with you."
"Tell me. I want to know." Caroline looked at Leonrick with a determined look. "He's a wizard, right? Why else would you beg him? Or is he the one who caused the Shadowless Syndrome? "
Leonrick scolded, "Doctor Caroline, just do your job. Mister Mask only came to Water Grasse a week ago. He has nothing to do with this. "
"Aren't wizards supposed to be cold and indifferent? Maybe he's already here and only came here a week ago. "
"I said he's not a wizard! I know who's behind this. It's not Mister Mask! "
Carolyn lowered her eyes and said in an indifferent tone, "So, you admit it. He's a wizard, right? "
Before Leonrick could reply, Caroline walked to Tyrael and sighed. "Old man, you're so stubborn. You know you can't save him, but you're still so stubborn."
"See? You've kicked an iron plate," Caroline said. "Is Tyrael alright, Leonrick?"
Leonrick remained silent for a while and shook his head. "I don't know. But Mister Mask said it's a small punishment. It shouldn't be a big deal."
Caroline nodded and sighed. "I didn't expect the legends to be true. When Tyrael wakes up, I'll talk to him. Also, can you give me the address of that young … I mean, Mister Mask? I want to pay him a visit and apologize. "
Leonrick didn't say anything. There was no way he could do that.
"Fine," Caroline said.
Hedrick was shocked. "No wonder you came with him personally, Count Leonrick. He's the only one who can solve this problem … Tyrael must've offended him."
Leonrick couldn't help but frown. "I'm not familiar with Mister Mask to begin with. Now, it's even harder to get close to him. Tyrael … Sigh! "
Carolyn said, "I also blame myself. I followed you here to stop Tyrael, but I was biased, which led to the current situation."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Mister Mask said something about the color of all the patients' eyes. What does that mean? Why don't you go take a look? "
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