After being granted free passage through Asgard, Schiller took advantage of the darkness to make his way to the guest room on the other side of Asgard, where Prince Alain of the Dodel Commonwealth tribe lived.

Along the way, he met no obstacles, and it was clear that Schif's order had been conveyed, and Schiller did not use it as an excuse to go anywhere else, but only came to the door of Alain's room as he had answered Sif did.

Schiller did not knock on the door immediately, but stood quietly outside the door and listened to the movement in the room, Asgard's buildings are made of special materials, and the sound insulation performance is very good, so the movement in the room is basically not heard, but Schiller can still feel the flow of emotions in the room.

At this time, there was more than one person in the prince's room, and the two fierce emotions were constantly colliding, Schiller put his hand on the doorknob, and could still feel the vibration of the floor and the wall, Schiller turned his head to look at a vase at the end of the hallway.

Counting down a few numbers in his mind, when there was a clear vibration in the room, Schiller's figure disappeared outside the door, and when he reappeared, he had already entered the room, right behind Alain.

The burly prince heard the movement and wanted to turn back, but before he could turn his head, there was a "bang", accompanied by the shattering of countless vase porcelain pieces, Alain slowly fell, revealing another small figure behind him.

A raccoon in a half-human-tall cage was looking at the fallen Alain with a frightened expression, and then with the same frightened eyes, staring at Schiller, who was still carrying half a vase in his hand.

Schiller raised the other half of the vase in his hand, looked at the raccoon and said, "You have two choices now, either follow me or ......"

"I'll pick the first one!" The raccoon shouted.

His voice was not shrill but rather rough, and he didn't speak the lingua franca of the Raccoon District, nor the language of the three empires, but standard English, even with a southern accent.

Schiller stepped forward, bent down to look at the cage made of magical energy on the ground, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the raccoon took a vigilant step back, its slender tail flicking uneasily behind him.

As Schiller got closer, the raccoon ducked to the edge of the cage, opening its mouth and baring its teeth in an aggressive stance.

"Alright, now I'm going to pick up the cage, don't you move, okay?" Schiller asked, looking into the raccoon's eyes.

Seeing his attitude, the raccoon was stunned, he looked down at his furry belly, sure he was an animal, and looked up at Schiller again, sure that he was a human.

He didn't understand why this human would communicate with him so smoothly, in this universe where humanoids are the main inhabitants, most races' first reaction when they see talking animals and plants is horror, even the more big-hearted kind of people will be surprised and curious.

But the human in front of him seemed to accept the fact that an animal could speak without any obstacles, and he was even asking for the animal's opinion, which was really strange.

"Are you listening to me?" Schiller pursed his lips and looked at the caged animals with a frown, although he didn't have much research on animal psychology, but even from the outside, he could tell that the raccoon was in a state of stress.

In fact, the state of animals is better judged than that of humans, and the main manifestation is that the raccoon's hair stands erect, its ears fall back, its tail keeps flicking from side to side, and its pupils are somewhat dilated.

Therefore, Schiller squatted down patiently, looked into the raccoon's eyes, and said, "I am an employee of the Holy of Holies of Peace, and when this prince came to me for business during the day, I saw that he had hair on his body that did not belong to him, so I guessed that you were here." ”

"If you don't want to go with me, I'm afraid he won't let you go when he wakes up again, if I'm not mistaken, the two of you should have broken down, in that case, why don't you change the negotiation partner?"

"A human?" The raccoon said staring at Schiller.

"A human." Schiller nodded and said.

The raccoon seemed to be cornered, he showed a desperate expression, curled up in the corner of the cage and stopped talking, Schiller sighed and said, "I see that your tail is injured, and I happen to be a doctor, well, a psychiatrist is also a doctor, right?" ”

"Wait, you're a psychiatrist?" The raccoon's eyes suddenly widened, stared at Schiller and said, "Really? I mean, is that the word what I think it means? Can you treat mental illness? ”

"Of course." Schiller nodded and said, "Although I am now in administrative work and do not practice medicine, I am a licensed psychiatrist and used to work as a psychiatrist in the psychiatric department of Presbyterian Hospital in New York. ”

"Get me out of here, doctor!" The raccoon suddenly rushed in front of Schiller, grabbed the railing of the cage with its two paws, opened its mouth wide and bared its fangs, and said as if wailing: "Help me! Doctor! ”

Because the raccoon was closer, Schiller was able to see his eyes more clearly, and there was no doubt that the raccoon was already confused, and there was not much reason left in his eyes, as if he was acting completely on instinct.

"Doctor, doctor, help me, doctor......"

The raccoon just kept repeating the phrase, and Schiller reached out and touched the hair on the top of his head, and the raccoon let out a piercing scream, and its sharp claws swung towards Schiller's hand almost instantaneously.

Schiller's hand drifted into a gray mist, but he was not injured, and when he found that the raccoon had lost his mind, Schiller no longer hesitated, but directly picked up the cage and walked to the door, opened the door and looked into the corridor.

Since Loki rectified the housekeeping of Asgard, although the response of the service staff has been more timely, the security has also become stricter, with two butlers on call at the end of the corridor on the right, and guards at the staircase on the left.

"No, don't go from there, don't go out, you can't be caught by the people of Asgard, and they can't be trusted......" The raccoon muttered as he held his head in the cage and trembled, "The Empire of the Universe is not trustworthy, it can't be caught by them......"

Schiller closed the door calmly again, and he went to the window again with the cage, glanced out of the window, and then drifted out of the window in a cloud of gray mist, and flew down with the cage until he came downstairs into the landscape woods.

Although it was dark at night, there were still many Asgardian guards patrolling around Asgard, although he knew that he would not encounter any danger in Asgard, but the habit that Schiller had developed over the years made him outline the patrol route of all the guards in Asgard in his mind on the first day he came here.

Bypassing all the guards and returning to his room, Schiller placed the cage on the table by the window, and when the cage turned to the other side, the raccoon's back was exposed, and he was indeed injured.

But beneath the wound on the raccoon's back is not bloody musculature, but steel bones, gear neutrals, and sparkling wires.

The raccoon kept swallowing his saliva, and he turned his back to Schiller, didn't turn around, but said in a self-deprecating tone: "Will a robot make you a little more receptive than a talking raccoon?" ”

But in an instant, the raccoon froze, because the cage around him was slowly disappearing, and after the magical energy was swallowed by the gray mist, the cage rails were removed one by one.

The raccoon turned slowly and saw the way Schiller bent over and stared at him.

He seemed to be a doctor, Raccoon thought, and he had seen the same look on the faces of those doctors.

"Alright, turn around, I'll look at your wounds."

The raccoon suddenly felt a little embarrassed, he waved his paw in front of his face, and said, "No, I'm fine, and that wound is not something that humans can handle, I have a self-healing function, and it will heal after a while." ”

But Schiller walked around behind him anyway, and reached out and grabbed his shoulder, staring at the wound while muttering to himself, "Let me see...... This structure appears to be the product of genetic modification engineering......"

"Who is more familiar with genetic modification? What is the name of the professor who cloned Spider-Man? …… Oh, I remember, Miles Warren. ”

Schiller took out his mobile phone while watching, and then without looking at the raccoon's expression, the hand on his shoulder pressed slightly harder, and said while dialing: "Come here, lie here, I'll find a professional to help you treat." ”

"Hello? Spider-Man, it's me, I'm Dr. Schiller, I'm looking for Professor Warren, I've got a genetically modified animal here, and I'm going to know how to treat it. ”

"Don't waste your efforts, human." The raccoon shook his head vigorously, stood stiffly in place, and said with some difficulty: "This is the genetic modification technology of the three empires, it is impossible for you humans to crack it, let alone treatment, it is difficult for you to understand the structure of my body......"

"Oh my God, how can anyone still do something to a raccoon?! It's appalling! …… Dr. Schiller, wait a minute. A rather young voice came from the phone.

"Oh, sorry, doctor, Professor Warren isn't here, but I've been studying with him for a while, can you let me see the wound?"

Schiller took out his mobile phone and pointed the camera at the raccoon's back, and the raccoon snorted angrily, but soon, Spider-Man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is his tail unable to swing to the left, his left leg is a little unable to lift, and the left shoulder blade to the arm muscles are numb?" ”

The raccoon's eyes widened slowly, and he quickly turned around and stared at Schiller's phone camera with round eyes, his expression like a ghost.

"This is the result of the spine connection being damaged by an external force, and the electronic components are not in contact with the light and are short-circuited, resulting in the inability to release nerve electricity normally, Dr. Schiller, I said you do, first enlarge the wound a little more, and then move the transmission next to the spine a little to the left to make way for the wiring......"

"Is this the device? Such? Or do you want to go a little further to the left? ”

"Okay, and pull the line next to it...... Oh my God, they're using terrible materials, aren't they? The outer layer of this coil is burned black, and oh my god, this spine connection seems to be a little ...... What did he go through? ”

Spider-Man on the other end of the phone sighed, he paused, and then said, "What a poor little fellow, Dr. Schiller, you should still have molten steel, right?" If you don't bother, you can actually replace the parts and wiring materials in his body. ”

Schiller looked at the mess in the raccoon's body and understood what Spider-Man meant, this raccoon's physical condition was probably much worse than he showed, no wonder his mind was a little abnormal.

"I'm not afraid of trouble, and I have enough materials, but you'll have to tell me how, I don't have any experience with modifying animals."

"It's okay, doctor, it's not difficult at all, if you have a symbiote, it's even easier, you just have to divide a little symbiote factor to stabilize his spine, and then replace the parts in turn."

"Well, it's still the same as before, you say I'll do it...... Thanks to those two retarded people, now I can finally twist a more complicated light bulb. ”

(End of chapter)