Late at night, to another cheer for the Magic, Lumian drank the sugar wine in his hand and left the bar laughing.

He could already imagine that if Aurore were here, he would definitely say: "You are so bored, you actually use the authority and power of the 'Governor of the Sea' to play 'magic' show, and use real things to deceive those drunkards is fake, is this your prank, have fun having fun."

Lumian replied silently, "It should be your expectation to be able to use your extraordinary power, the authority of the 'Governor of the Sea', for this kind of thing, instead of in battle?"

"Isn't this the happiness and future you desire?"

In the hallway lit by kerosene wall lamps, Lumian stepped on the creaking floor, and in the silence and deserted environment, he walked back to the first-class suite.

Snoring and moaning came through the walls on both sides, and near the stairs there was a room with an open door, reflecting the dim glow of fire.

As Lumian passed by, he glanced sideways and saw a symbol of the "Mother Earth Goddess" inscribed on the wall in the depths of the room, a stick figure baby in the symbols of ears of wheat, flowers, and springs.

In front of the emblem of life stood a man in a brown clerical robe, no more than thirty years old, with clean eyebrows and eyes that were still young, a brown beard only a little lighter, holding a thick book in his hand, preaching to the men and women who were sitting in different parts of the room.

Lumian knew that it was a "prayer room," the equivalent of a small, mobile church, headed by a dedicated clergy—a common practice in countries where only one deity was believed, whether it was a long-distance ship or a steam train, all of which took into account the need for quiet prayer and listening to the teachings of the faithful.

Lumian, who could basically understand the plateau language, remembered the words "life is precious, and the harvest is gratifying", retracted his gaze, entered the corridor, and went up the stairs step by step.

At the same time, Lugano, who had just finished taking care of Ludwig for supper, heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Lugano was surprised and a little expectant.

This is certainly not the employer, he has the key and will open the door directly.

And now it's nearly 11 o'clock at night, who would visit someone like that?

Could it be that my boasting on deck was heard by some girl, who believed it, and came to me for a good night?

As soon as he had a little thought, Lugano heard a rather weak male voice: "I'm coming to Dr. Lugano."

Find a doctor....... Lugano couldn't help but frown, but opened the door anyway.

Outside, a man wrapped in a thick tweed coat contrasts sharply with Lugano, who is wearing a linen shirt and light trousers.

Lugano looked the visitor up and down a few times: "I am Lugano, do you have something?"

The man was pale, his eyes were dark, his brown eyes showed only a little brilliance of life, he was not very old, he was in his early twenties, but he was lifeless.

The man took a breath and said unusually weakly, "You can call me Enio, I heard that you helped several people on deck find out the real cause of their illness, and their condition quickly improved, and I want you to help me see a doctor."

"I have the money to pay for the consultation."

Seeing that this guy looked sick and dying, Lugano sighed and said, "Come in, be quiet, you know, I'm the personal doctor of a famous person, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by strangers."

When Ennio sat down on the couch, Lugano habitually asked about the other person's condition in order to cover up the following occult diagnosis: "What is wrong with you?"

Enio slowed down for a few seconds before saying: "Since half a month ago, I have become afraid of cold, weak, do not want to eat, have a runny nose and cough repeatedly, and the condition is getting worse and worse."

"Uh-huh......" Lugano nodded, raised his right hand and tapped his forehead, as if to think about what the patient's self-report could represent.

In fact, he took the opportunity to turn on his "spiritual vision", ready to directly see where the other party was sick from the color, brightness, and thickness of the etheric body.

Just one glance, Lugano almost jumped in fright: Is this patient sitting in front of me still alive?

In Lugano's eyes, the white that enveloped Ennio's ether and represented the overall balance had turned gray and black, a sign that the disease was seriously close to death.

This is not what shocked and stunned Lugano, what frightened him the most was that the orange color on the other party's body, which represents the health of organs such as excretion and detoxification, has completely darkened and no longer has a little brightness, which indicates that the corresponding part has long lost its function and no longer plays any role!

In the same way, the yellow color of the digestive system, the green color of the heart and regulatory system, and the blue color of the throat and part of the nervous system have all become dark and have lost their luster.

The only colors left on Enio's body are red on his hands and feet and purple on the surface of his head.

What does such an "inspection result" mean?

It shows that Enio is a person whose heart no longer beats, his stomach and intestines no longer move, and his internal organs have lost their function, but he can still think, move and speak!

"Bitch raised, where did this monster come from!" Lugano, who met this kind of "patient" for the first time, burst into a foul mouth in his heart and trembled a little.

He was very afraid that the other party would suddenly say: "Doctor, I'm cold, lend me your skin to wrap it, doctor, I want to eat, lend me your stomach and intestines......"

Seeing that Lugano was silent, Enio asked worriedly, "Doctor, what disease do I have?"

Sickness? Lugano frantically and silently muttered to himself: you are sober, the heart stops, and of course people without blood flow will be cold!

People who don't have a motile stomach definitely don't have much appetite!

In the flash of thought, Lugano "groaned" and said: "Your problem is very serious, I need to do further analysis and observation to come to a conclusion, will you come to me again tomorrow morning?"

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"Of course, before that, I need to draw a little bit of your blood to study."

"No problem." Although Ennio did not have much confidence in Lugano, he still held out his right hand with the mentality that it is better to try than to do nothing.

Lugano, who was still well equipped, drew a little blood from Enio with a needle, a rubber hose, and a glass blood collection bottle, and found that although they were dull in color, they still had basic vitality, and then, he listened to the other person's heartbeat, and the sound of plopping and plopping sounded in his ears, which was weak but real.

Odd...... Lugano took advantage of auscultation and prescribing medicine to quietly let his palms flicker and give Enio a simple treatment.

Ennio suddenly felt a little more energetic, and his strength seemed to have recovered a little.

"Thank you, doctor, your massage and potions have worked, thank you so much!" Enio left the suite with a happy face.

None of the doctors he had seen before could make him even half a point better, and this time he planned to take a boat to the south, and then take a steam train to see a doctor at the headquarters of the "Mother Earth Goddess" church.

Shocked, Lugano watched Enio leave, and finally waited for his employer to return.

He hurriedly told Lumian what had just happened, and finally said, "I got his blood, can you find someone to tell the truth?"

"Divination?" Lumian laughed, took the vial with a little blood, and knocked open Ludwig's children's room.

"Take a sip and see what knowledge you can gain?" Lumian, with the mentality that he would not let go if he could use it, handed the blood collection vial to Ludwig.

Ludwig's expression did not change, just like drinking bedtime milk, and he gulped the liquid from the blood collection bottle.

This made Lugano look dazed, and his eyes were full of surprise and doubt.

After tasting the mouthful of blood for a moment, Ludwig spoke unhurriedly: "The stomach is missing, the small and large intestines are missing, the lungs are missing, the liver and pancreas are missing.....

"Equal to a dead man, alive by the power of the occult.......

"Die completely in less than a week......"

This ....... Lugano was both surprised that Ludwig not only drank human blood, but also made a lot of judgments in a serious manner, and was also surprised that Enio really did not have those organs.

He thought it was just a loss of function.

According to Ludwig, wasn't Enio just a dead man?

What happened to him?

"What should I do?" Lugano looked at Lumian.

Lumian laughed: "What can I do?" Go to the captain, the ship's head of security, or the priest in the prayer room to report the matter and they'll take care of it. ”

Lugano nodded first, then hesitated, "But will this reveal that I am extraordinary?"

"You tell them directly that you're Louie. Berry's servant. Lumien said in a calm tone.

"Okay." Lugano didn't mind what the servant said, thought for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Did you hear any strange sounds at night?" I occasionally hear babies crying. ”

"Baby?" Lumian asked rhetorically and shook his head, "I didn't hear that." ”

Lugano muttered to himself, "Is there a baby crying on this floor?"

He then looked at Lumian, "I'm going to go to the captain now?"

Lumian's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled, "Tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Lugano agreed without hesitation.

He also wanted to wait for the sun to rise before doing this, otherwise he would always think that something would happen to him to report such a strange problem in such a dark night.

The sun will make him feel safe!

Lumian didn't ask or tell him any more, went into the room, washed up and went to bed.

But instead of sleeping, he half-closed his eyes, waiting for something.

After some time, Lumian heard a slight squeak.

There was a room where the door was gently opened.

Lumian jerked over and sat up, silently threw himself at the door, and quietly pushed open a crack in the door that had not been completely closed.

He saw a figure walk out of Lugano's servant's room.

It was Lugano in a linen shirt, his eyes were open, but unusually hollow, lacking focus, and there was no expression on his face.

Lugano sleepwalked towards the door of the suite.

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