Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 369 Church and Asylum

"Dr. Lister, how is the Duke?!"

Inside the Negan family mansion, Agusid Negan stood anxiously at the door of the medical room.

As a top-tier noble family, the Negan family's mansion, though centuries old, has undergone modernization and now boasts all the latest and greatest facilities. Medical rooms, operating rooms, and more are all readily available. With enhanced security and a large contingent of Punishers providing support, Agushid ultimately decided to send Duke Negan home and bring in the most professional medical personnel.

This doctor with scarlet eyes is none other than Sigmund Rist, a top-tier physician introduced by the Church of Storms who has served many nobles and dignitaries.

"The situation is complicated—" Lister sighed, his tone filled with helplessness.

"In all my years of medical practice, this is the first time I've encountered such a difficult situation."

"Is it because of an external injury?" Agusid asked.

He had seen his brother's wounds. So, when he saw Duke Negan covered in blood and unrecognizable, his first reaction wasn't sadness, but shock. Even without medical knowledge, he could tell from the completely abnormal angles of Duke Negan's joints just how severe his injuries were.

I'm afraid half of the bones are broken.

"The external injury is just a minor problem —"

"Using extraordinary power, whether it's regeneration or life alchemy, can achieve healing effects."

As members of the great noble family, the Negans were generally aware of the existence of extraordinary powers, so Lister spoke very directly.

"The real trouble is—"

Lister nodded slightly: "The Duke's soul, or rather his inner self, has encountered many problems."

"I suspect this is related to the demon who attacked the Duke." He possesses the ability to trigger emotions, and the Duke was attacked with this ability before falling unconscious. Most importantly, to facilitate the use of this ability, the demon "seems to have used some kind of mind-affecting artifact."

"This has left the Duke's soul in a state of extreme chaos. It's no longer a simple psychological or physiological problem, but rather a deeper level of damage."

"Frankly speaking, this extremely rare phenomenon is worthy of dedicated research."

"Just tell me," Agushid interrupted Lister's scholarly pronouncements, "will the Duke wake up?"

"Theoretically, it is possible."

"theory?"

"Hmm—" Lister nodded. "The human body has a certain self-repairing function. As a duke who is extraordinary, his recovery ability far surpasses that of ordinary people. With the help of medicine, he will gradually recover—"

"However, I'm not sure exactly when he'll wake up. It might take a few months, or it might take longer."

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"Of course, I could also use some special methods, but the risks would be..."

"Now, the Duke cannot afford the slightest risk," Agushid said decisively.

"Let the Duke recover slowly—"

"I understand," Dr. Lister said, bowing slightly.

"The patent has been secured."

Looking at the patent documents in front of him, Lorne was in a good mood.

"There are so many advantages to being a celebrity; documents are processed much faster now—"

"The patent for allicin has also been approved —"

Perhaps to confirm the alleged "bribery," Charles went to great lengths to help him. With Charles's help, Lorne had successfully acquired a pharmaceutical factory that had been on the verge of bankruptcy due to the financial crisis.

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Although it is not very large in scale, it has a certain complete drug production capacity, and most importantly, it has legal drug production qualifications and all kinds of complete official license documents.

The price is also very reasonable, only £6500.

"Once this money is spent, my cash reserves will be completely depleted—" Lorne rubbed his temples, quickly calculating his recent cash flow in his mind.

"Fortunately, there's a reward from the Negan family later—or, if all else fails, we can sell those extra extraordinary traits—"

"The pharmaceutical market in this era is still in a stage of unregulated, unregulated development." His thoughts shifted to the newly acquired pharmaceutical company, his eyes becoming somewhat complicated. "There's hardly any proper, mandatory preclinical trials or regulatory approval system—basically, as long as your manufacturing process seems reasonable," and doesn't immediately kill people, you can apply for a patent and start production and sales.

"Like before I traveled through time, there were all sorts of drug approvals, Phase I and Phase II clinical trials—but here there's nothing at all."

"That's also due to the times," he sighed. "It seems like that was the situation on Earth in the late 19th and early 20th centuries as well—"

"However, for me right now, this is a window of opportunity that I can't afford to miss." He muttered to himself, his gaze sharpening. "The long-term storage and standardized production of allicin are still problems, but—we can try producing some basic oral or topical antibacterial solutions in small batches first. Hmm, this time we won't mix in holy water and the Earth Mother's herbs. The simpler the formula, the less likely it is to go wrong."

After pondering the question of medicine making for a while, Lorne looked out the window and noticed that the midday sun had already risen.

"It's time. I still need to go to church this afternoon—"

St. Samuel Church.

Guided by the church clergy, Lorne arrived at the reception room deep inside the church.

He saw an old man dressed in a black clergy robe, with five dark holy symbols on his chest, a clean-faced, beardless face, and deep, dark, serene eyes.

Archbishop Anthony Stevenson of the Diocese of Backlund.

Although he was somewhat prepared, Lorne still felt a surge of tension. He could clearly sense that this archbishop's rank was extremely high, and he was most likely a demigod.

"James Scott," Archbishop Anthony began, his voice gentle and magnetic, like a night breeze, "It's a pleasure to meet you. May the goddess bless your journey."

"Praise be to Goddess. It is my honor to meet you, Your Excellency Archbishop." Lorne bowed deeply, his posture impeccable.

"No need to be so formal, child." Archbishop Anthony smiled warmly and gestured for Lorne to sit on the bench beside him. "I've heard of your deeds. You ventured alone into perilous territory to save the innocent, and later, with courage and wisdom, helped Duke Negan at a crucial moment, thwarting an evil plot. Backlund is blessed by the goddess and fortunate to have a young man like you, with a heart full of justice and courage."

"You flatter me, Your Excellency Archbishop," Lorne said, bowing his head sincerely. "I merely did what anyone who believes in the Goddess and follows her teachings should do. To have mercy on the weak, to uphold order, to fight against darkness—these are all things taught in the Holy Scriptures."

"I believe in your piety, but—I heard that Bishop Ace Snake of the Church of Storms seems quite impressed with your performance. He even extended an invitation to you to convert to the 'Lord of Storms'?"

Uh—was that a bit too direct a question? And how did you know that?

Lorne felt a chill run down his spine, feeling inexplicably embarrassed, but on the surface he maintained a humble and devout demeanor.

"Your Excellency, I deeply respect the majesty of the Lord of Storms. However, my faith in the Goddess of Night remains unwavering. I have always followed her teachings and will never betray her."

Although he had barely read "The Dark Codex" a few times, he still lied without batting an eye.

Upon hearing this, Archbishop Anthony nodded, with the concern of an elder for a younger man: "The doors of the Church are always open to devout and upright believers. Now that your reputation is rising, you have also become embroiled in some controversies."

Remember, if you encounter trouble you cannot handle alone, or need guidance and help, you can always come to me, or seek refuge through the Church of St. Samuel. The Goddess will not abandon her lamb, and the Church is the believer's support.

This is almost a definite acknowledgment of his status as a "wild extraordinary being" and a promise of some degree of protection.

"Thank you for your kindness and guidance." Lorne bowed again, feeling a slight sense of relief.

Fortunately, the result wasn't bad.

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