Mysteries: Arcana Wars

23

Klein, who was dragged out of the ward, stood helplessly outside the psychiatric ward, watching the doctors and patients coming and going in the corridor.

After a brief and efficient exchange, the two decided to split up. Klein stayed at the Harvest Church to observe the situation and walked around between the church hospital and the museum, while Leonard went to the scene to perform his duties. In addition to exchanging phone numbers, Klein also tried to squeeze out a spiritual worm for Leonard as a backup contact.

Pales was very concerned about staying on the same Leonard as other bugs, but it was obvious that he did not have enough say in this decision.

The two of them were very concerned about Miss Geraldine just now. Based on their familiarity with each other, Klein and Leonard suspected that the reporter had sensed that Leonard was unusual today, but they were not sure yet.

"I don't think she has any bad intentions. She probably just wants to make sure I'm the real Leonard and not a replacement."

Leonard concluded.

But Klein still had some guard against this perceptive young lady—not just because of her, but also because of what was going to happen around her and what had happened to her in the past. All of these made Klein vaguely worried and alert.

So Klein started to pay attention to the secret doll in this corridor, but he couldn't find a suitable mouse or bug within the reach of this hospital. Then Klein turned his attention to the flying insects outside the church, but the secret doll couldn't fly into the ward at all. Before the little insect's exploration began for long, it was killed by a hidden machine with an unknown principle.

...I have to say that this hospital is really responsible.

I don’t know whether I should thank the strong organizational ability and cohesion of the church background, or thank the miracles of modern medicine and engineering.

The nurses at the nurses' desk in the ward gradually looked less friendly. Klein had no choice but to take a few steps near the ward and pretend that he had left.

Next time, I must ask Leonard for a wanted criminal list. Catching the humanoid puppet is urgent.

Just two steps away from the psychiatric ward, the atmosphere in the corridor became visibly lively, and the dull hospital rarely showed a little life. Patients and nurses laughed and talked from time to time in their busy lives, recalling the brief joy just now.

"When you see Mr. Dodger Lamar's performance, you will feel a wonderful, unrealistic joy that makes you want to watch it again and again..."

"Isn't this a coincidence? After today's benefit performance at the hospital, Mr. Dodge Lamar will hold the next benefit performance at the museum next door. It's so close, don't you want to go and see it? Steam above, I will definitely sneak out to feast my eyes."

"Then I...I...I want to..."

Suddenly, the young nurse and the lame patient sneezed several times in succession. With a few exaggerated "A-choo" sounds, the two people with blurred eyes suddenly woke up, and the fragile and short-lived enthusiasm retreated from their faces.

"Today's disinfectant is disgusting." The lame patient frowned and rubbed his rosacea vigorously, "This is too uncomfortable."

Sneeze sounds of varying sizes could be heard intermittently in the corridor. People began to complain about the pungent smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and the dullness of reality once again engulfed everyone.

"Maybe the logistics staff changed the formula, but it smells the same?" The nurse covered her mouth and sneezed a few more times. "I don't know, they didn't inform me."

"Miss Nurse, will you come with me to the museum next door to see the Dodge Rama?"

"Uh... forget it. What will happen to my job if I leave? If I'm caught, my salary will be deducted - and you, you are not allowed to leave the hospital without a doctor's order!" The young nurse glared at the lame patient, "What do you mean by a museum next door! The whole church should have been ours!"

"...Okay, if you don't want to leave, then don't leave. I can go have a cigarette, right?"

"Of course not!"

The lame patient pouted in dissatisfaction and left on crutches.

"Ah!"

People didn't take these sparse and short sneezes seriously. In a hospital, who doesn't have some pungent disinfectant? Who doesn't have some minor illness here?

There can't be any curse or pollution out there, right? Stop joking!

The magician squinted at the sneezing man in the hospital, astutely relating the little problem to the performance that had just ended.

He stretched out his hand and lowered the topaz pendulum from under the cover of the cloth.

The clown Dodger Rama uses extraordinary abilities in his performance.

The pendulum rotates clockwise, indicating affirmation.

This was exactly what Klein had guessed. It seemed that the street performance at noon was so grand and joyful because Dodger Lamar used his extraordinary power to control the emotions of the audience during the performance to achieve an unparalleled performance effect.

In the hospital of the Mother Earth Church, Dodge Lama's extraordinary tricks could not last long. Even though the church was squeezed to only half of its territory, the Mother Earth Church, which was good at healing, was still performing steadily. Just by stepping into this hospital, Klein immediately felt physically and mentally relaxed and full of energy.

The faint smell of disinfectant in the air was probably some extraordinary item of the church, which dispelled the extraordinary influence of Dodge Rama - the church itself was also a holy place protected by the Mother Earth.

Klein raised his hand and swung the pendulum to his wrist. He gained a deeper understanding of this church hospital.

It seems that in Backlund, the church forces originally stationed in the Harvest Church have become a secular modern hospital. The nurses and doctors here are still mainly believers of the Mother Earth, but there should be very few extraordinary people who truly belong to the church or the blood race. The extraordinary forces that belong to the core of the true church forces are forced to be shackled by layers of secularity and situations, and still try to use all the power they can to heal the patients who step into this hospital.

It seems that the supervision in the psychiatric ward here is not so strict. It is estimated that there are more or less patients who are forced to be hospitalized due to occult reasons.

With the relationship between Loen and Feynaport so tense, this hospital under the name of the church is still the last straw that ends the suffering of countless patients.

So, has Emlyn, who is the dean's last disciple in this hospital, come into contact with extraordinary power now?

This was a familiar feeling that touched Klein's mind. Among the crowd of people smiling and sneezing, Emlyn, who looked listless and walked hurriedly, stood out.

Is he... not affected by Dodge and disinfectant at all?

The historical projection of the Cane of Life has long since dissipated. The magician of miracles rolled a stack of toilet paper into a tube, reinforced it with the ability of "pulling paper into soldiers", and barely used it as a cane.

"Dr. Emlyn, we meet again."

The rolling cane stopped Dr. Emlyn White who was passing by.

"...The magician just now? What happened to you... A-choo! A-choo! Ahem, sorry, just call me Doctor White. We are not familiar with each other."

Emlyn frowned and pushed the toilet paper cane away.

It seems that Dodge and disinfectant are not completely ineffective, but the effect is not good. Perhaps it is because Emlyn has the remaining blessing of his heyday, or perhaps his current completely different personality state is caused by a higher power, which cannot be affected by a mere Dodge and a little disinfectant.

"So, Dr. White, will you make me a wish now?"

The magician imitated Dodger Lamar and used the rolling paper cane to create some beautiful flowers.

"You see, a few minutes ago, an ordinary roll of toilet paper made a wish to me, and then it got its miracle and became a beautiful performance cane."

"…Are you going to tell me some Roselle fairy tale?"

"Ahem, no... I just wanted you to show me that miracles really do exist in this world."

The magician coughed awkwardly.

"Last time you doubted me, doubting my inability to bring true miracles to others. I admit that beautiful and brilliant miracles are just brilliant fireworks that flash across people's lives, and are destined to not illuminate people's endless future."

"But at least these miracles have appeared and shone in those dark days. The warmth they bring is real, and the hope they bring is real. Perhaps someone in trouble can draw the motivation to move forward from that fleeting miracle and save his or her own life."

As he spoke, Magic turned around gracefully and pointed his snow-white cane towards the psychiatric ward in the distance.

"For example, the brave girl just now made a precious wish to me, and then miracles blossomed in her life. In her long life journey, these small miracles are even insignificant, but she will say goodbye to the haze of the past and welcome a new life. Maybe one day, she will get her true redemption."

"Well, if you really don't want to believe me, believe in my miracles and your deepest wishes, then I suggest you at least go to the Fifth Era special exhibition in the museum next door. This will be a good way to adjust your recently overstressed and exhausted spirit."

Emlyn looked at the magician and the flyer in his pocket, and hesitated to speak. Finally, he simply pushed the magician's cane away in annoyance and walked away without saying a word.

"Wait, Doctor White..."

"Ding ding - ding ding -"

At this moment, the shrill nurse bell exploded in the ward, and the deafening sound rampaged through the hospital corridor.

“Bed 18! Bed 18! First aid! First aid! Send more guards!!”

The screams of passers-by, the shouts of nurses, and the roars of doctors all mixed together and melted into a suffocating mud.

"Look, Mr. Magician. Miracles don't exist in this world."

Emlyn slowly turned his head and looked at the magician with empty eyes. Behind him, medical staff rushed into the psychiatric ward like a tide.

"You can't save anyone."