It was a good thing for doctors to seek truth from facts. Angor didn't want to waste time on this topic. He took out a scroll from his pocket.
It was a picture of a black snake coiling around a long cone.
"Have you seen this picture before?"
"I've never seen it before. Is this the emblem of some family?" Xue Li asked doubtfully.
Angor put away the scroll with a smile. He then looked at Shirley and asked, "One last question, Doctor Shirley. Have you heard of Pocratee?"
Shirley glanced at Angor curiously. She was getting more and more curious about this strange visitor in the middle of a snowy night. What did he mean by all those strange questions? Shirley wondered.
Pocratee … Shirley thought for a moment. She felt like she had heard this name before, but she couldn't remember where.
At this moment, a uniformed man wrapped in a black velvet cloak suddenly rushed in from outside, interrupting the tea conversation between the two.
Shirley stood up and looked at the man. "Night Watch?"
"Night Watch of Sea Gate!" The uniformed man nodded and showed a worried look. "Doctor Shirley, come with me! There's an accident at Tarot Harbor. A patrol ship on duty capsized, and many people need first aid! "
Shirley's expression turned serious, and she quickly packed up the medical kit: "I know! Are there any injuries other than drowning? "
"Yes! Many people are injured! Several major arteries are bleeding. All the doctors we can call are on their way! " Night Watch quickly replied while apologizing to Angor. He thought Angor was a patient, and it was rude to interrupt a patient's treatment. But there was nothing he could do about it. Compared to this healthy young man, the wounded in the harbor needed more attention.
Shirley quickly picked up a scalpel, some sutures, and some alcohol.
"Oh, right! Other than that, there are also burn victims! "Ye Qin added.
Burn victims? Shirley paused and looked at Night Watch in confusion. "Is there a war?"
Night Watch didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "No, there's no war. The patrol ship broke off from the middle of the keel and caught fire. It's strange. I asked my colleagues, and they said the ship suddenly broke off without warning. I saw it from the shore and it looked like someone cut it open. But who could do that? I think it's just an old ship. "
Shirley didn't pay much attention to the cause of the accident. She continued to collect the necessary equipment and quickly packed up her medical kit.
"Alright, let's go!" Shirley said to Night Watch in a serious tone. She suddenly remembered that there was a strange visitor in the clinic.
"Excuse me, sir. You heard me. I need to go to the emergency room —"
She meant that she was going to kick Angor out.
He took a sip of his milk tea and put the hat on his head. "It's getting late. I should be going now. Also, the milk tea is delicious, thank you for your hospitality. "
With that, Angor slowly walked into the snow and disappeared into the darkness.
When the strange visitor disappeared from her sight, Shirley suddenly remembered his last question. "Have you heard of Pocratee?"
Pocratee sounded familiar to her when she heard about it. But she couldn't remember it until now. She remembered Carolyn talking about Pocratee in one of her classes. Carolyn said that Pocratee was a holy land. But it had been many years since she graduated, and her memory was a blur. She only remembered a few things. Maybe Pocratee was related to the "Doctor's Oath".
Shirley also remembered that the stranger asked about the "Doctor's Oath". Were they related?
Shirley was still thinking about the connection between the two when she was interrupted by Night Shift, who pulled her towards the Tarot Harbor. Shirley also remembered that there were still patients waiting for her to save, and the thoughts that were still emerging were completely swept out of her mind.
As Ye Qin pulled her along, he sighed and said, "Fortunately, your clinic hasn't closed yet. Otherwise, all the patients would be dead by the time I get to the hospital in the city center. This city being too big is also a kind of trouble. "
…
Angor felt a little disappointed that he didn't hear Shirley's answer. But he didn't expect a random doctor to know about Pocratee, so he didn't feel too bad.
On the other hand, Night Watch's sudden visit to Sea Gate caught his attention.
Sea Gate's patrol ship often patrolled around the bay area. He saw it just a few days ago. How could a ship about twenty meters long suddenly have its keel broken due to lack of maintenance?
Angor had been on a ship before, and he also watched documentaries about shipbuilding on Earth. He knew that the keel of such a large ship would be the most carefully inspected part. Once something went wrong, it would be discovered immediately. There was no way the ship had fallen into disrepair. It had to be an accident.
But Angor didn't know what kind of accident it was. According to Night Watch, the ship broke in the middle, as if it was cut in half. Night Watch didn't think it was possible, but Angor believed it was possible.
One had to know that the time of the Transcendents' gathering was getting closer and closer. A group of unorthodox Transcendents who possessed strength and had not been nurtured by an orthodox Transcendents organization, if they were to act recklessly, it would definitely be a disaster.
Angor guessed that it was an apprentice participating in the gathering who did it, and a lunatic who wanted to see the world in chaos.
About an hour later, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the road, which looked like a white velvet carpet that extended into the darkness.
Angor suddenly stopped.
Under a street lamp, the dim light illuminated an area several meters away. Under the dim light, the snowflakes looked like drifting cotton.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
He heard footsteps coming from the front. At the same time, he sensed an enormous and strange mana pressure.
Angor stood under the street lamp and looked ahead without changing his expression.
The first thing he saw was a pair of shiny black leather boots, dark blue linen trousers, a shiny black leather belt, an ochre checkered waistcoat, and a trendy black riveted leather coat.
The person was wearing a wide-brimmed bonnet, and there seemed to be a cigarette in his mouth.
Angor looked at the newcomer without saying anything. However, the snowy night behind Angor began to blur. At the same time, strange music came from the sky with a frequency that made one's hair stand on end.
"Ah, ah, ah, it's actually an Illusion Mage. How rare …" The person's voice was very pleasant and magnetic, but the words that came out of his mouth had a frivolous tone that didn't match his bass voice.
As he spoke, the man took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and flicked it gently. The cigarette drew an arc in the air and finally fell into the pale white snow. The cigarette butt was still burning with scattered sparks. It was still struggling at death's door.
"Who are you?" Angor's eyes glowed.
The newcomer chuckled. "I'm —"
All of a sudden, he took a few steps back. "A sound-type illusion? Damn, I almost fell for it. "
Angor was a little surprised. He did use Melodious Illusion when he spoke.
However, when he secretly built an illusion node to block the newcomer's mind, the newcomer noticed him. Not only did the newcomer notice it, but he also moved out of the illusion's range in a split second.
This meant the newcomer's body and mind had reached a very high level of reflexes.
"A Bloodline User?" Angor wondered.
"So unfriendly. I'm here to see who disturbed the Krakoks. I didn't expect it to be a legitimate apprentice," the newcomer muttered to himself. "Should I do something? But he's a legitimate apprentice. The only legitimate apprentice around here is Silent Hill. It'll be troublesome if he's from there … "
"Ah, forget it. I can't explain this to my professor."
The newcomer spoke in a "lucky you" tone. "Fine, I won't argue with you. But let me warn you, don't tell anyone about the Krakoks. "
With that, the newcomer slowly turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
Angor didn't know why he showed up and left. Angor frowned and didn't chase after him.
"What's a Krakoks?"
Stepping on the soft snow, he walked back home with a puzzled look on his face.
To his surprise, he saw Dodoro and Trusan looking outside. Du Shan sighed in relief when she saw Angor. "Sir, Dodoro didn't sleep since you left. He's been staying here all night."
Angor looked at Dodoro and saw a hint of affection and longing in the man's eyes.
Angor smiled helplessly. He thought Dodoro's "seal" would lessen a little bit under Trusan's guidance, but it actually had the opposite effect.
"I'm fine. Go to sleep."
After sending the two girls back to their rooms, Angor was still thinking about the man who showed up earlier. Without a doubt, he was an apprentice, and not a weak one at that.
Judging from the man's tone, it sounded like he came here because of the "Krakoks", but he suddenly gave up. Angor didn't know why.
More importantly, what exactly was a "Krakoks"?
The question that troubled him for the whole night was answered the next day.
…
Early in the morning, Trusan was teaching Dodoro in the yard. She planned to go to the outskirts of the city today, but her employer forbade her from going out for several days. She didn't know why, but she didn't say anything.
While she was teaching, Trusan saw a small boat approaching from the river.
A fat man with a scar on his eye was walking towards the villa aggressively. He looked ferocious and had a murderous look on his face.
Trusan stopped her lecture with a hint of worry in her eyes.
She didn't know who this man was, but she could tell that he was here to cause trouble for her employer. Trusan looked at the man worriedly.
One second ago, Trusan was worried about her employer. But the next second, she realized something was wrong.
The scar-faced man suddenly screamed, and then shouted, "Ghost!" as he retreated. But after a few steps, he changed his direction again and kept backing away. In the end, he was running around in circles, but he just couldn't get away.
What's wrong with him? Trusan wondered.
Perhaps the man realized that he couldn't get away no matter how hard he tried, so he screamed and fainted on the ground.
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