"Ah, we almost succeeded." She muttered, turning her head from side to side, trying to find me.
"Don't tell me you are ready? I still need you to help me get to know
"No, I won't die just because of skin injuries, even though the arrow seems to have pierced my spinal cord. You must take me back to the office."
"I really don't have time to take care of another patient, so if from now on, I will just leave."
"Ah, my dear, don't do that! Just send me to my office and it will fix me in less than a minute."
"Well, then hurry up."
I picked her up and took her away from the scene without saying a word. I sincerely hope that all the efforts are worthwhile. If Brady fails to keep his promise after going through all this, I will show everyone how terrible a violent and dead believer is.
As she said, Marianne’s burnt-down office was actually very close, and we soon stood in the blackened building. I was ordered to put that little woman on a burnt table, and I did it right away.
"Okay, now put the tiles in the corner over there." Marianne said to me, nodding in the direction I should search. "But be careful, that doll is very precious to me."
I knocked off the tiles, quickly grabbed the small star-shaped straw, and gently dropped into my hand, but let the thick book fall heavily to the ground. In fact, when the straw is examined closely, it looks vaguely like a human body.
"What is this?" I asked, holding the doll's head in my hand.
"Be careful! I told you that this is precious to me! Turn it around now so I can see its back." I did as she said, turned it over, and found out how many A bent straw. "I see, it's not as bad as I thought. Just push these chains back into place with the others, and I should be right, well, you."
"Interesting." I sighed dissatisfiedly.
Once again, I followed her instructions and pushed the straw doll to the ground. I heard an audible sound from Marianne's body, and at the same moment, Marianne's body was twitching. She sat up, did a relaxing stretch, and smiled with her tired eyes.
"Well, now this problem is solved, I'm afraid I have some bad news." She said in a very serious, professional tone. If she talked to a terminally ill patient, she would use this tone.
""What should we do now? I have done everything you asked for, so hurry up and recover. "
"I'm afraid it's not that simple. Have you seen our current office? All my medical supplies are stored here, so when I blow up my office..."
"Everything exploded." I sighed. "Great, great! Didn't you think about telling me all this before you brought me here?"
"I think it's obvious. I mean, you heard them say that I ruined my office. In addition, I can help your friends. Soul poisoning is not common, but as long as I can find the ingredients, it's easy cure."
"How long does it take?"
"Until I find them? Most of them are easy to get, and any old town should have them. There is only one thing, actually a flower, which may be a little difficult."
"Of course it will." I groaned. "Why is there something in life that is easy?" It feels like a boring fool is prolonging my pain as much as possible, as if I was specifically guided through this pain for someone's entertainment. "So, where should this flower be?"
She took a moment to consider it carefully, and may be considering whether to tell me. Finally, with a resigned expression, she gave me the worst answer.
"Have you heard of the Sinners Garden?"
"You're kidding, right?" I breathed excitedly. "When you said it was difficult, I thought you meant that we have to raid the castle apothecary! I don’t think you mean impossible
"That place is the only place where I am sure that this kind of flower can survive!"
"But it's impossible to enter this place, isn't it? The only way to get in is through the gate, but it opens only when Pluto comes and goes. No one knows when that is."
"Yes, so we need some help." She said calmly, turning her eyes to the cloth on my shoulders.
"Did not you say-"
"Yes! But don't worry, he is an old friend of mine, and I will make sure that he pays off the debt he owes."
I don't believe she will let me crack the self-righteous bastard, but we will see how it turns out.
"Follow my fingers." Marianne said, waving one eye back and forth with my new eye. Strictly speaking, they are not "new people" because they are second-hand, but to me they are new and I can't be happy anymore. In fact, if my eyes can come back, I will be happier, but now I just need to be satisfied with the setting of a good doctor.
I blinked Marianne's eyes and followed her fingers gently, without any pain. I was a little skeptical at first, but she seemed to know what she was doing. I mean, the complaints I heard when she was executed, anyone would think she was a hacker! I am glad that I misunderstood her.
"Well, this operation looks very successful." Marianne said with satisfaction.
"It looks like this." I muttered, blinking again, just to be sure. "Listen, I am grateful for you to fix my eyes, Marianne."
"Since we are going to travel together, call me Mary. As for your eyes, it will take a while." She already told me, but Mary decided to put my remaining eyes in her skull so that she could Reproduced organically. She tried to explain the process to me, but I didn't really understand it. I am better at tearing down the east wall to make up the west wall, rather than putting them together. "Oh, do you have a blindfold or something? I should really cover this hole to avoid dust and grit."
"No, I—wait, wait a minute." I tore a long piece of cloth from my cloak and handed it to her. "is this okay?"
"Yes, that's fine." She said, tying the fabric around her head diagonally. "I still don't understand why this woman is taking your eyes away"
"She wants to see my memory. Because my eyes have already seen
"She thinks she can see the memory through it?"
"Yes."
"Well, this is a unique way of thinking, I admit it. Some of the greatest discoveries come from this mode of thinking. But this is completely wrong. Even children can guess that memories are stored in the brain. "
"She probably knows this too. I bet she did it just to make things difficult for me." I snarled, looking at the unconscious bitch contemptuously.
"Wrong." The dirty little thing interrupted. "The hostess won't do anything to make things difficult for you."
"Of course she will do it! All her actions are to make things difficult for me!"
"No, they are not." Markey hissed viciously. "The hostess doesn't care enough about you and doesn't want to make things difficult for you!"
What he said makes me even more angry! The worst part is that I know it might be true!
"Oh, you are such a cute fellow." Mary said as she stepped closer to look at the little devil. "No muscular or skeletal system, no respiratory or digestive system. It's great! There doesn't seem to be any sex! Are you still alive, little thing?"
"My name is not a small thing! It's Mackey!"
""Really? Where did this name come from?"
"The hostess gave me this name to commemorate her favorite book! It was called "Prince", or it was about a prince, I forgot."
"Have you forgotten? Isn't this something you should cherish forever?" Mary asked, turning around, her tired eyes dazzling**.
"I don't know" I muttered to myself. "The name is not important."
"Of course they are! This is a wonderful sign of your parents' love for you!"
"Well, my parents only call me hey, you or boy. I think my parents have never loved me that much. Of course, I can collect these from all the beats."
"I cherish my name!" Markey exclaimed happily. "I feel very humble and honored to be able to get a name that is significant to my mistress. But I can’t read, so I don’t know what the story is about.
"I'm sure she loves her son very much, if she uses her favorite book to name you."
"I am not her son! Her name is not her, but the crimson lily! The greatest and most evil witch in the world!"
"Why do you say that? Are you not her son?"
"I will never humiliate the hostess for being self-righteous, such a noble thing!"
"He is a dwarf Mary." I told her. "She created him and made him a servant."
"Oh, I see. Yes, it makes more sense." Mary nodded. "I have to say, I have never seen a successful dwarf. Your mistress must be a smart witch."
"My mistress is a witch, not a witch!" What is the hostile attitude of this thing? I keep saying this bitch's name! Is not it? "Of course, she is smart! No one is closer to her in terms of power! My mistress is..."
"She's not that nice." I interjected bluntly. "I mean, look at her. She can't do anything now, thanks to her own stupidity."
"How dare you do this!" Markey screamed in his lungs. "Retract this sentence immediately!"
"if not?"
He didn't stop before Mackey attacked. For a little rabbit, he rushed towards my head quickly, but what was even more surprising was that his little woolen claws were so sharp. There were five thin but deep scratches on my cheeks, which only made me very angry.
"You little rodent!" I growled and kicked the self-righteous guy who just grinned at me. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)