Mysteries: Arcana Wars

A funeral was taking place in the square of St. Hierran's Church.

The coffin plated with bronze patterns was on top, and people wrapped in black coats were below.

A woman with a distraught look walked onto the stage. She was wearing a heavy black coat and brightly painted stage makeup.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for taking the time to come here today to see my husband, Mr. Rory Matheson, off."

"Perhaps, people prefer to call him Dodge...Dodge...Oh...Steam on top..."

The woman choked up several times.

"...Perhaps, everyone prefers to call him Dodger Lamar."

"Today, I, Misty Matheson, as Dodger Lamar's wife, will officiate at his funeral."

The huge gears and levers turned slowly behind the lady, and the dull sound echoed over the square.

"...Mr. Rory Matheson is a fighter who fights against fate to the end."

"In Rory's childhood, his congenital disability and illness cast a shadow over his life, and he grew up in loneliness and pain. But Rory never gave up hope. He not only sought medical treatment everywhere, but also studied hard. So when Rory first installed a prosthetic limb for himself, he felt happy for the first time in his life."

"Therefore, the talented Luo Rui was blessed by the god of steam and machinery and entered the research institute to become a prosthetic doctor and a radical prosthetic researcher. He was determined to let those who were suffering from illness like him also gain precious happiness."

"Praise the gods of steam and machinery, Rory really did it. He successfully developed a new generation of prosthetics, which are more convenient, efficient, more economical and affordable, and bring smiles to many people."

"But the more he invested in the research and development of prosthetics, the more confused Luo Rui became, because he found that many people, even if they got prosthetic limbs and overcame physical difficulties, still could not get more smiles in their lives."

"The imprisoned body was liberated by the prosthesis, but the repressed spirit did not regain freedom."

"So Luo Rui resolutely quit his job at the institute and became a circus performer, a clown who uses prosthetics to bring happiness to people. He hopes his performance can guide people out of the haze and embrace more happiness."

"And just like that, 'Dodge Rama' was born."

“And it was at this time that I met my husband.”

“Dodger Lamar’s performance was a huge success, and his enthusiastic fans even praised him as the ‘King of Clowns’ – thank you for your love. Thanks to your support, we now have our own circus, which helps more people gain freedom and points out another possibility for their lives – circus performers.”

"The circus's tours were packed, but Dodger Lamar and I were getting more and more confused. Because we found that it wasn't just the disabled who needed to get out of their mental cages; everyone was longing for happiness and smiles."

“We want to bring smiles to all happy and unhappy people.”

“It is not only disability and disease that bind people’s bodies, but it is not only loneliness and discrimination that imprison people’s minds. These are deep things that we are powerless to change.”

"All we can bring to people are prosthetics and circuses, bringing a moment of smile to their long lives."

"...In any case, as long as our performance can bring a little happiness to everyone, then 'Dodger Rama' and this circus will have value in existence..."

Mrs. Misty choked up again, and she took out her handkerchief and carefully wiped away her tears, trying not to ruin her makeup.

"…When he was a prosthetic researcher, Luo Rui had already written a suicide note in advance because of dangerous and radical experiments. He had mentioned many times that he hoped people would attend his funeral with a smile, and then leave with a smile."

"So everyone in the circus and I unanimously decided to give Rory our final blessing in the way he loved the most, and to express our most sincere gratitude to everyone who came to say goodbye."

The actors walked onto the stage in silence. Mrs. Misty took off her coat, revealing her tight costume, raised her head and gave a standard performance smile, tears streaming down her open mouth.

"Welcome to the special performance of 'Matheson Circus'!"

"..."

"Put your phone away, Emlyn..."

Dean Sinedu closed his eyes.

"Smiling is a sign of respect for their performance, but I really can't smile right now."

The live broadcast was turned off, and the intensive care unit suddenly became lifeless, with only the sound of ticking machines.

On the bed, Sinedu lay quietly, with a winding tube inserted into him. Beside the bed, Emlyn sat quietly, pinching his bulging sleeves.

In fact, Emlyn was not seriously injured in this battle, but in order to conceal his sudden changes, he still wrapped his arm in a thick plaster.

"These are all I can teach you today. Time is too limited. You may feel that your worldview has been greatly impacted, but this is the truth of this world. You must memorize this mystical knowledge. In fact, I only have a superficial understanding of some places. After all, I am only a Sequence 6 'biologist' and do not have the ability to understand more..."

Teacher, you may not believe it, but I am actually a half-crippled angel.

By then, your worldview may be overturned even more...

"…Emlyn, will you blame me?"

"What?" Emlyn was stunned. "Why would I blame you?"

"I blame myself for not telling you until now that there really are extraordinary powers in this world. I blame myself for not letting you know that we are not an ordinary hospital. I blame myself for not protecting the hospital well. I blame myself for leaving you with this mess..."

"No, teacher, you've done a great job." Emlyn said frankly, "If I were in your position, I wouldn't necessarily be able to do better than you."

This was Emlyn's sincere words. If his Sequence Six self were to face such a big scene and deal with such a complicated multilateral relationship, Emlyn believed that he would definitely mess things up.

"No, Emlyn, I believe you can do better than me."

Sinedu suddenly grabbed Emlyn's hand.

"In this disaster, you saved so many people with just the power of an ordinary person. In such a terrible emergency, even if you were afraid and terrified, you still mustered up the courage to face it and actively save others. You did a great job and proved that you do have the ability to save others."

"…At least in our hospital."

…In fact, at the end of the incident, I could no longer be considered an “ordinary person”…

"More importantly, Emlyn, your eyes are different."

"Your eyes have become more determined and calm. The confusion and emptiness in your eyes have disappeared in this disaster."

"You have grown up, Emlyn. I am proud of you..."

Not only has it grown, strictly speaking, it has grown for more than a thousand years...

Putting aside these rubbish, Emlyn was somewhat surprised by the dean's words. He rarely heard such straightforward praise from the dean, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of warmth and bitterness.

"Then, Emlyn, this hospital will be handed over to you from now on."

"What!?"

Emlyn was shocked.

"Why me? Shouldn't the brothers in Feynaport take over the hospital? I'm not even a Beyonder!"

"Under the current situation, they definitely can't come to Loen. I have already applied to Feynaporte's Church for support, but we can't hold out too much hope for this..."

Sinedu squeezed Emlyn's hand.

"I don't know how long I will have to stay in bed... Emlyn, I see your potential and possibilities, and I also see your outstanding abilities. You can do it. I believe in you."

"As for your extraordinary power, don't worry. I will try my best to get it from Feynaport. If Feynaport comes, he will definitely bring you the potion. You just need to make your choice as soon as possible..."

Emlyn sighed and nodded solemnly.

"Then please leave the hospital to me, teacher!"

Sinedu’s frown suddenly relaxed.

"Great, Emlyn, I have something else to say, you better listen carefully."

"The pensions for the injured and dead employees must be distributed to their families. We should also try to get them some government-recognized merits and bonuses for bravery. This will reduce the financial pressure on their families and us. The compensation for the injured and dead patients should also be paid. If it really doesn't work, we will shamelessly ask the Feynaport Church and the Loen government for it..."

"After this explosion, we will definitely be very sad. In other words, the entire Backlund will be in chaos."

"The church hospital belongs to the Church of the Earth. I am a Feyneporter, the dean. The church museum belongs to the Loen royal family. The deceased Dodge Lama was from the Steam Church's research institute. The people who came here to get angry are also from the Church of the Night in the neighboring jurisdiction..."

"This bastard, he blew up not only our hospital, but also a huge powder keg."

"Soon, no matter which force it is, they will definitely attack us, especially the Loen government. They will definitely take advantage of their feud with Feynaport to disgust us and exclude us..."

"But there is one thing you have to remember. No matter how bad the situation is, no matter what tactics you use to deal with it, you must stick to this bottom line..."

Sinedu's eyes suddenly widened with excitement.

"We, the Church of the Earth, must not withdraw from Loen!!"

"I...cough cough cough..."

He slowed down, his voice becoming weaker.

"I have a hunch, a vague guess about the situation. If we really withdraw from Loen, this farce will never end."

"Or, in other words, there are people in the dark, waiting for us to withdraw, waiting for us to tear up the treaty we once made, waiting for us to split up, and then... ahem..."

"Teacher, please stop talking. I understand what you mean." Emlyn gently put Sinedu's hand into the quilt. "I have been visiting you in the intensive care unit for too long. I won't disturb you to rest. I will come to see you tomorrow. You should have a good rest."

After a silent farewell, Emlyn walked out of the ward and out of the hospital gate, looking at the gloomy sky of Backlund. Although he felt a little emotional and stressed, and had various concerns about the current chaotic and depressing situation, he was still full of energy for future challenges.

Thirty years to Hedong, thirty years to Hexi!

A dignified prince of the blood clan reincarnated as a young doctor, and actually fell into such a dangerous situation?

Watch how I, Emlyn, can turn the tide with the power of a (half-crippled) angel!

I will definitely save this hospital!