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There may be many hunters stronger than themselves, but how will these hunters deal with the magical girl if she is summoned?

Surely not every hunter is a monster with all stats exceeding 50.

The two men sipped their red wine and chatted until 12:30, when Dr. Lecter arrived on time to inform them that lunch was ready and they could sit down at any time.

"Today's dishes are chicken liver stewed with wild mushrooms, braised veal shank, Cheman sauce with tenderloin, sausage and eggs, and baked sheep brain."

Dr. Lecter introduced his dishes with a smile, and the entire restaurant was filled with a rich aroma.

Hearst took a deep breath, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"You're welcome, Dr. Moriarty. However, I'm not sure if you're used to the taste of my cooking. Please let me know if there's anything you're not satisfied with, and I'll make improvements in the future."

When it comes to cooking, Lecter shows great care and attention.

"It's all meat dishes..."

Fortunately, I'm not a picky eater.

This was the first time Bai Miao had ever eaten such authentic Western food.

"Hmm... your cooking tastes very good."

“Thank you for your recognition.”

Dr. Lecter raised his glass, and the three of them clinked it together in the air with a crisp sound.

Chapter 179 Plague Doctor - Lecter

During lunch, Bai Miao did not rush to ask about Favre.

The atmosphere wasn't right.

Apart from the initial toast, Dr. Lecter savored his food the entire time, and his blissful expression made Bai Miao feel embarrassed to interrupt him.

Is it really that delicious?

Bai Miao took a sip of soup while thinking about it.

Bai Miao himself has a profound understanding of cooking. It is undeniable that Dr. Lecter put a lot of effort into his cooking, but Bai Miao felt that the taste was actually not as good as the stir-fried green peppers and shredded pork he made himself.

Just eat it as is.

Bai Miao did not waste any food and ate it all up.

Dr. Lecter smiled at Bai Miao, seemingly approving of Bai Miao's "Clean Plate Campaign".

Miss Hearst did not waste any either.

After the meal, Dr. Lecter cleared the plates himself, refusing Bai Miao's offer to help.

So Bai Miao had no choice but to continue chatting with Hearst in the living room while Dr. Lecter cleaned up the kitchen.

"How was it? Dr. Lecter's cooking was pretty good, wasn't it?"

Sipping his dessert wine, Hearst said with some lingering relish, "I'll tell you quietly, but actually, I felt that Dr. Lecter wasn't feeling very well after today's meal."

"bad mood?"

"Hmm... how should I put it? I feel that the dishes he used to make tasted better. After eating his dishes before, I felt lighter and more cheerful. That's what you call the pleasant feeling that comes from fine dining. But this time, I didn't feel anything special after eating it."

"I don't understand, after all, it's my first time eating it too."

But after Hearst's comment, Bai Miao was now really looking forward to seeing Dr. Lecter perform at his normal level.

"Perhaps the thirteen chimes affected his condition."

Bai Miao gave Dr. Lecter a reason, which Miss Hearst wholeheartedly agreed with.

"Alright, I'm full and should go back to tend to my flowers. Staying here any longer would interfere with your conversation."

"Shall I take you there?"

"No need, I still have my hands."

Hearst waved his hand and pushed his wheelchair away.

She really only came to freeload a meal.

By the time Bai Miao noticed the change in the music inside the house, Dr. Lecter had already sat down opposite him, wiping his hands.

He poured himself half a glass of red wine and drank it slowly.

“Dr. Moriarty, you must have many questions for me about Favre.”

"Yes, I learned about Favre's hunting habits from Freeman. As a renowned psychiatrist, Favre must have sought your treatment."

"of course."

Lecter appeared very candid.

He clasped his hands together in front of him, crossed his legs, and leaned back on the sofa, looking quite relaxed.

"After Freeman was disqualified from his medical practice, I became responsible for Favre's psychoanalysis."

At this point, a philosophical glint appeared in Lecter's eyes: "Dr. Moriarty, what do you think psychoanalysis is all about?"

Um, how do I check a person's mental state?

Bai Miao thought to himself, "I know absolutely nothing about this. Anyway, the purpose of the psychoanalysis skill is to allow me to see the other person's mental value."

However, Bai Miao still answered seriously, "It should be a treatment process to see the mental state clearly."

Lake nodded and swirled his wine glass: "Dr. Moriarty, look at this glass of red wine. The first thing we see is its color, then we smell its aroma, and only when we taste it can we get all the information about it."

Acidity, alcohol content, origin, vintage, raw materials, etc...

"Just like people, we can only understand a person completely through analysis."

Bai Miao frowned slightly.

"Within the city of Yar, there are already medical technologies that can treat most physical illnesses. However, there are very few that can treat mental illnesses. Freeman's method of treating mental illness by depriving people of their mental energy is nothing short of a compromise with his own inability to solve the problem."

Lecter suddenly looked away from the red wine and stared intently at Bai Miao: "Dr. Moriarty, I can sense that you are qualified."

"What qualifications?"

"The qualifications to treat the plague."

"?!"

Seeing Lecter's ambiguous smile, Bai Miao couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Bai Miao's figure was reflected in those light blue eyes, but Bai Miao felt that not only his appearance, but also his spirit had been seen through.

"The Healing Cult keeps talking about the plague, but they don't even understand the nature of the plague."

Lecter seemed to be guiding Bai Miao's thinking, but Bai Miao didn't want to be led by Lecter's train of thought.

Reason told him that Dr. Lecter might know many secrets, but Bai Miao also felt that continuing would be dangerous.

He was peering into the abyss.

But Bai Miao felt that he couldn't take back the initiative from Lecter.

Lecter wasn't in a hurry; he continued to savor his red wine at a leisurely pace.

“Dr. Lecter, what you’re saying is a bit too advanced. I know very little about psychiatric medicine, and I have no intention of pursuing a career in psychiatry.”

Is he worried that being invited by the Healing Cult to treat mental illnesses will affect his status?

Bai Miao realized that no matter what he did, he couldn't figure out Lecter's mental state.

All his emotions and attitudes were firmly hidden in his heart.

Even psychoanalysis cannot determine the upper limit of his mental capacity.

This means that either Lecter has the ability to resist psychoanalysis, or Lecter's mental potential exceeds Bai Miao's own!

Regardless of the possibility, Bai Miao was extremely vigilant.

Even after Atalina lost the skull necklace, Bai Miao's mental strength was still as high as 48 points. If Lecter's value was higher than that, then he might not be human at all!

"Hmm... okay, let's go back to the original question: Favre came to do psychoanalysis, and what did I do? What was Favre's state of mind, right?"

Lecter understood Bai Miao's question very well, but he still rambled on and on, leaving Bai Miao completely confused.

"Yes... I'm very curious about what he's pursuing."

Talking to Lecter was exhausting; Bai Miao felt like he was constantly thinking.

Before he knew it, Bai Miao found that his mental value had dropped by a few points again.

"Dr. Moriarty, with your qualifications, it's impossible that you haven't figured out what I mean yet."

"What we see at first glance is a person's appearance. Only through analysis can we know his inner self and what his spirit is."

"Is it a person? A wild beast? Or a fish?"

Upon hearing this, a sudden realization flashed through Bai Miao's mind.

Psychoanalysis...can it really analyze the essence of things?

[Psychoanalysis level upgraded to LV2]

Looking at the skill notifications that appeared before him and his nearly depleted mental energy, Bai Miao felt no joy whatsoever.

Under Lecter's semi-teaching and semi-guidance, Bai Miao successfully grasped the true meaning of psychoanalysis.

That is, to see one's true inner state.

A refined gentleman may have the spirit of a rabid wild dog; a chaste lady may have the spirit of a thirsty snake.

“Congratulations, Dr. Moriarty, you have opened a new door. Now you can look up at me properly.”

Bai Miao slowly raised his head and saw a figure on the wall behind Dr. Lecter, completely wrapped in a black robe, wearing a tall hat and a bird-beak mask.

A pair of jet-black wings spread and stretched behind the figure.

Chapter 180 Another Dimension of the Spirit

Bai Miao was speechless.

Even though it was the first time Bai Miao had seen the figure behind Lecter, he was quite certain that it was the Plague Doctor.