Before the consultation, Leon asked for all the "medical records" that all the doctors or exorcism experts had conducted for the Archon Childe during this time, and quickly flipped through them a few times before nodding to the Archon.

And when they were leaving the drawing-room, the butler was waiting outside the door.

Under the guidance of the housekeeper, Li Ang and the others followed the corridor to the top floor of the villa, and finally arrived at a certain secret room.

Standing in front of the door of the chamber, the butler and the archon looked at each other, and after receiving the latter's nod, he used the key to open the heavy door.

The chamber was spacious, with mahogany floors and thick cotton mats scattered across the walls, a bit like pads used in psychiatric wards to protect patients from harming themselves.

There were no candles in the room, and the only source of light was sunlight refracted through a rectangular glass window.

That window was in a position that ordinary people couldn't reach without relying on ladders and the like.

There is only a small gap, and on the outside of it is a grid-like all-enclosing steel fence.

The lattice of the fence is very dense, let alone the whole person, it is estimated that even a small fist cannot pass through.

There is very little furniture in the secret room, and a spacious double wooden bed is placed in the very middle.

Each of the four corners of the bed has a wooden handrail, and the four armrests and thin lines hanging from the ceiling hang together to create a black, airtight ceiling mosquito net.

"This is it."

The butler took a deep breath, stepped into the room, and reached out and shook the copper bell by the door—Leon noticed that on the bedside table next to the double bed, there was an identical copper bell,

These bells are embedded in the wall in a sophisticated and efficient way, each bell is connected to one or more others, and the owner of the house can call the servant in the other room remotely by ringing one bell.

It is estimated that only the aristocracy would use this fancy method of communication, and most of them lived in large mansions that were large enough to get lost, and they did not bother to leave the house for a few more steps.

The housekeeper's action of ringing the bell should be some kind of signal that someone has come in.

Li Ang clearly saw through the mosquito net that the front end of the flat quilt above the double bed suddenly warped, and a figure lying flat on the bed in the shape of a "big" figure sat up.

"Oh, it's you Mycroft!"

The figure spoke quickly in a nervous male voice, and after seeing the consul and his wife behind the secretary, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his nervous and flustered mood calmed down a lot, "Father, mother, you are here. ”

This is the son of the archon?

A mere layer of mosquito nets could not block Li Ang's vision at all, and he could clearly see that sitting on the double bed was a young man who looked a little like the archon.

This young man has blonde hair, and his facial contours are hard and clear, and at the same time, he also has a bit of feminine femininity.

It's just that now his eye sockets are deep-set, with dark circles and eye bags that can't be covered by makeup, his face is full of horror, and his hair is messy like a chicken nest, which greatly affects his appearance.

"Peter, my poor child..."

After seeing her son, the consul's wife was a little out of control, and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but her husband firmly grabbed her wrist.

The consul glanced at the plate that had not yet been thoroughly eaten on the bedside table, took a deep breath, and said to his son, "Peter, where is the spoon?" ”

The young man known as Peter heard his father's questioning, and slowly took out a wooden spoon from under the quilt—the end of the spoon seemed to have been hit by something, and it showed a sharp section.

If used as a weapon, it can be used as a small bayonet.

Leon watched with interest as the butler stepped forward, silently took the spoon from Peter's hand, and then walked to the door with the plate.

When he was about to go out of the house, the consul said to the butler: "After he eats, let people watch him eat." ”

The butler left the room with a plate and spoon, and the archon coughed softly and introduced to his son: "Peter, this is a monk from the East, he is not only a skilled doctor, but also good at exorcism, whether it is a mental illness or some evil spirit, he can help solve it." ”

Obviously, this conversation had been going on many times, and Peter did not argue that he was not sick or anything, but silently turned his head and looked at Leon and the others who were standing in the doorway.

The archon turned and looked at Leon, "Your Excellency Monk..."

"Understood."

Li Ang nodded, raised his hands slightly, signaled that he had no hostility, walked to the mosquito net without hurry, pulled a chair, sat not far from the bedside table, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said softly: "Brother Dao, don't be nervous, the first exorcism is like this, believe in yourself, the treatment will definitely be successful." ”

“？”

Peter, who was sitting on the bed, was stunned when he heard this, "I'm not called Brother Dao." ”

Li Ang nodded, "I know, I'm Brother Dao." ”

“？？？”

Peter's bewildered mood almost diluted the tension and anxiety for a long time.

"In short,"

Leon cleared his throat and asked Peter, "Tell me what happened to you." Don't hold back from the very beginning. ”

Peter sighed in a tired tone, "Don't you already know about this kind of thing?" Why do you want me to say it again? Or did you come for treatment without knowing anything? Isn't that a bit unprofessional? ”

"Asking patients can get a more accurate first-hand picture."

Li Ang said solemnly and seriously: "Also, I am proficient in internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, pediatrics, eye, ear, nose and throat, skin diseases, venereal diseases, and mental diseases.

None of the patients I cured or died of spoke ill of me.

If you were in the East, you would be able to hear about my great deeds.

What helps a schizophrenic person build an ogre personality and help him alleviate his symptoms of split personality;

Cut hemorrhoids for the patient, cut her a beautiful hemorrhoids by the way, and help her become a beauty all at once;

Inject a whole bottle of pulses into a patient with a weak pulse to help him successfully pulse back.

I am also good at cross-stitch, and patients with wounds sutured together have been successfully auctioned off to museums for up to 2 million when they are discharged.

So, please don't question my professionalism as a doctor, you know? ”

“…”

Peter was silent for a moment, relieved himself, and exhaled a little resignedly.

These days, he has also met many strange and behaving doctors or exorcists, an oriental monk who is full of nonsense... There doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary.

"It all started with me five months ago, when I boarded the Iris that returned to the Kingdom of Rune."