Chapter 352 Tyrell's Fury <TOC> Chapter 354 Bizarre Questions
Translator: SumTLMan
Seeing the righteous and indignant expression on Tyrell’s face, Angel merely said coldly, “In the field of medicine, I indeed cannot boast. But are you sure these people are in the realm of medicine?”
Angel’s words left everyone unsure of how to refute him. The Shadowless Syndrome was indeed too strange. Shadows should exist wherever there is sunlight, and any object under a light source should cast a shadow, which has nothing to do with the human body itself. Therefore, to consider it a disease, they themselves found it somewhat absurd.
But if these people were not considered as suffering from a disease, would they let the rumor spread that demons were stealing people’s shadows? The hard-earned peace and stability of Watthelmgrass would probably be threatened by these shadowless people, causing widespread unease. That was why Leonrique had ordered these people to be gathered together, designated a restricted area, and prohibited outsiders from entering.
—For the sake of stability and peace, even if it requires sacrificing the interests of a small group of people.
However, when his only daughter was among those being sacrificed, what should Leonrique do?
“Moreover, are you really sure that you can save Magda with your endless consultations? Hmph, don’t make a fool of yourself.” After saying this, Angel snorted coldly and left.
He didn’t want to argue with ordinary people. Perhaps from Tyrell’s standpoint, everything he said was reasonable. But knowing that it was impossible and still insisting on it, while accusing Angel of interrupting the consultation and delaying Magda’s treatment, Angel found it absurd.
In other words, would they be able to save these shadowless people through consultation if he weren’t here today?
The so-called “commonly competing with like-minded people, not discussing merits with fools” was Angel’s current mindset. He had no interest in debating with a so-called national physician who was deceiving himself and others. This would only forcibly lower his intelligence limit.
Therefore, Angel left without hesitation.
Seeing this, Leonrique became anxious. Without considering the presence of his knights and outsiders, he fell to his knees with a “clatter” and pleaded, “Lord, please save Magda. Now, only you can save her…”
Leonrique knew that it was already good that Angel wasn’t angry, so he shouldn’t be asking for more. But that was his daughter, his only child. Even if it meant angering Angel, he had no choice but to do this.
Leonrique’s actions frightened everyone. The butler and knights almost simultaneously fell to their knees with Leonrique.
The remaining three, Hedrick, the head of the Golden Cross Medical College, national treasure physician Tyrell, and Caroline, were all stunned. The dignified count, who would only perform a single-knee salute even when meeting His Majesty, had unexpectedly performed a double-knee salute? This was a ceremony reserved for facing parents, an uncommon person, or the divine altar!
Both Hedrick and Caroline looked at Angel almost simultaneously, their eyes filled with deep confusion: Who are you? Leonrique, a high-ranking official of a country and the person in power of Watthelmgrass, actually performed such a ceremony for you?!
Tyrell’s face was dull, and rather than suspecting Angel’s identity, he was more concerned about why Leonrique was so sure that only the young man could save Magda. What gave him such confidence?
What qualifications did a strangely dressed, bird-playing, immature youth have to save patients that they themselves could not treat?
The unanimous kneeling behind him did not stop Angel from leaving.
“I’ve said it before, I never agreed to your request, and I only came here out of curiosity. As for saving people…” Angel’s figure gradually stepped into the darkness, “I can’t save them. Let the esteemed medical experts here think of a solution and treat them slowly.”
Suddenly, Angel halted and turned around to face the hopeful gaze of Leonrique.
“I almost forgot something.” Angel pointed at Tyrell with a faint smile. The dark corridor, combined with the moonlight pouring in through the window, made Angel’s silhouette even more striking.
An invisible aura of nightmare energy emanated from Angel’s fingertips and penetrated Tyrell’s brow.
“A small punishment, lasting for three days.”
As his words fell, Tyrell pointed at Angel and exclaimed, “Devil!” before trembling and retreating. Behind him was Hedrick, and when he turned to see Hedrick, Tyrell’s eyes widened in fright, and he fainted, foaming at the mouth. Before passing out, Hedrick heard him cry out—”Sheep Demon!”
Apart from Leonrique, who knew the reason, everyone else was baffled.
Why did Tyrell suddenly act like he had gone mad?
Especially Hedrick, who was not only confused but also had a darkened expression. His beard was trimmed into a triangle, and his saggy, thin face made him look like a goat. He usually hated it when people said he looked like a goat. So when he heard Tyrell suddenly shout “Sheep Demon!”, he almost wanted to flip the table and leave!
“Count, our deal is off. However, I hope to see what I want by noon tomorrow, otherwise…” The words were left unfinished, but the threat in his voice was evident to everyone present.
At this moment, Leonrique was desperate but still forced a nod, “My lord, please rest assured. I will immediately arrange for the files to be sent to your residence.”
This was the first time Angel had used a threatening tone, but the effect was surprisingly good. He didn’t actually want to oppress others with his power, but sometimes doing so was the most convenient and efficient method.
Having achieved his goal, Angel thought for a moment and decided to say something genuinely useful, “I cannot cure your daughter simply because I know I can’t. I’ve checked them before, and their bodies have no problems, so the issue lies with the small shadow.”
“If Count, you can find out about the small shadow, I don’t mind looking into the matter behind it.” Angel left a thought for Leonrique, as he was indeed interested in the small shadow. Perhaps it was a natural sensitivity to extraordinary events, feeling that there might be some secrets behind the small shadow.
However, he didn’t want to investigate it himself. Being new to Watergrass, he didn’t know much about the place, and it would take a lot of effort to investigate. So he handed the matter to Leonrique, and if he could find out about the small shadow, Angel wouldn’t mind getting involved.
Leonrique had initially lost all hope, but upon hearing Angel’s words, a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes. He nodded hastily, “I will inquire immediately!”
“Don’t make a big fuss, so as not to alert the enemy.” Angel added, and then looked at everyone, “Lastly, I’ll give you all a hint, a small detail I discovered earlier… Pay attention to the hair and eye colors of all the patients.”
“Everything has been said,” under the shadows, Angel said with a smile, “The absurd play has come to an end. Goodnight, everyone.”
With that, Angel activated the Boundless Silence and blended into the dark corridor.
But to the others, it seemed as if Angel had vanished into thin air…
“Where did he go? How did he disappear?” Hedrick exclaimed, grabbing Leonrique, “I didn’t see it wrong, did I? He just disappeared, right?”
Leonrique did not respond but stood up and whispered to the butler, “Send the documents that Lord Mask requested, and also, look into the matter of that little shadow… Remember to be discreet.”
Caroline looked at Angel, who had suddenly vanished, and then at Tyrell, who had fainted and was lying on a sickbed carried by Hedrick.
In his unconscious state, Tyrell was mumbling in his sleep, “Don’t come near, go away, demon! Ah, save me, don’t kill me…”
Caroline fell into deep thought, recalling some secrets she had encountered during her time as the royal physician of the Whiskas Royal Court, in the royal library.
After a while, Caroline looked up, “Leonrique, is that young man… a wizard?”
Caroline’s question made Leonrique pause. Hedrick, who had never been to the royal library, also looked over. Although there were mentions of wizards in the folk legends, they were generally equated with evil.
“It’s none of your concern.”
“Tell me, I want to know,” Caroline insisted, “He is a wizard, isn’t he? Otherwise, why would you beg him? Or could it be that he is actually the mastermind behind the Shadowless Syndrome?”
Leonrique scolded, “Doctor Caroline, focus on your own job. Lord Mask only arrived in Watthelmgrass a week ago and has no connection to this matter.”
“Aren’t wizards supposed to be cold-hearted? Maybe he arrived earlier and only entered Watthelmgrass a week ago.”
“I’ve said he’s not! I have a clue about the mastermind, and it’s not Lord Mask!”
Caroline lowered her eyes and said softly, “So, you admit it. He is indeed a wizard, right?”
Without waiting for Leonrique’s response, Caroline walked up to Tyrell and sighed softly, “The old fellow is so stubborn. He clearly knows that he can’t save people, yet he still loses his temper.”
“See, you’ve hit a snag,” Caroline said, “Leonrique, is Tyrell alright?”
Leonrique was silent for a moment before finally shaking his head, “I don’t know, but Lord Mask said it was a small punishment, so it shouldn’t be a big deal.”
Caroline uttered a sound of acknowledgement and said emotionally, “I never expected the legend to be true. When Tyrell wakes up, I’ll have a good talk with him. Also, can you give me the address of that young… Lord Mask? I’d like to visit and apologize.”
Leonrique didn’t say anything; he certainly couldn’t do that.
Caroline: “Never mind.”
At this point, after hearing the entire conversation, Derrick, who was in shock, said, “No wonder, my lord, you accompanied him here personally. It turns out that he is indeed the only one who can solve this… Tyrell’s actions just now must have offended him, right?”
Mentioning this, Leonrique couldn’t help but frown and speak coldly, “I wasn’t familiar with Lord Mask to begin with, and now it may be even more difficult to get close to him. Tyrell, really…sigh!”
Caroline: “I also feel guilty. I came along to stop Tyrell, but I had my own prejudices, which led to the current situation.”
Leonrique: “Let’s not talk about that anymore. Lord Mask mentioned the hair and eye colors of all the patients just now. What did he mean by that? Can you go and take a look?”
Chapter 352 Tyrell's Fury <TOC> Chapter 354 Bizarre Questions