Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1751: Chapter 1746: Bitter Fruit (40)

"What other collection?"

The other party stared at him for a few seconds and then suddenly made such a request, which clearly left Dorian somewhat confused.

"Outsider dolls, patients who were cured like him."

"Considering your renowned reputation, I believe this isn’t the only one?"

Fu Qian gestured at the pile of ash.

"Indeed, it is not..."

Dorian did not deny it, though he was still somewhat hesitant about Fu Qian’s request.

"Don’t worry, I’m not here to fight for justice for them, even among outsiders there are near and far."

Fu Qian knew what he was worrying about; he feared that things might get too boisterous, risking his own survival rate.

"Alright... this way."

Clearly aware that he had no choice, Dorian accepted the suggestion without hoping for more since the other party was willing to explain this much.

After standing up, he directly signaled Fu Qian to follow him through the door at the back, heading deeper into the clinic.

The clinic wasn’t particularly large overall, but the layout was somewhat complex.

Doctor Dorian clearly wasn’t very adept at utilizing space; compared to the cramped consulting room in the front, there was quite a bit of empty space in the back.

However, he hadn’t stepped into any of these empty areas, instead directly leading Fu Qian through the corridor to a more desolate courtyard, continuing forward to a round tower in the corner.

Grrrr—

Accompanied by a teeth-gritting creak, the not-very-large space inside came into view.

...

Indeed, it was lively.

The previously congested hall seemed to be in another dimension compared to here.

Clearly, activity space was no longer a consideration; the first thing to confront was the various types of clothing piled densely on the ground.

The person who placed them here obviously never thought of tidying them up, so even though many pieces looked quite high-grade, they had already become a complete mess like trash.

Of course, this wasn’t important; the key point was that they were of normal human size.

Those Dream guests in the front, as well as the individual dolls on the walls within the tower, clearly couldn’t wear these clothes.

"After successful treatment, the person on the seat automatically curls into a doll, but the clothes don’t."

"This means I need to make new clothes for them; the remaining materials just pile up here."

Without Fu Qian needing to ask, Dorian voluntarily offered a hushed explanation.

"Understood, it’s about what I imagined."

Without displaying any anger, Fu Qian surveyed the finished products around him.

"Additionally, I can see that you have indeed helped quite a few people. Was that one just now the previous one?"

He certainly hadn’t given Dorian time to retrieve the dolls, so there must be some reason for carrying them with him.

"The last patient."

"I am accustomed to carrying one with me until there’s a new choice."

Dorian clearly understood Fu Qian’s meaning.

"I noticed, its effect seems to be even better than the locals’?"

Fu Qian acknowledged this notion; clearly, this was an extra safeguard Dorian kept for himself.

"Yes... but it’s more difficult to control."

"They can unleash nearly unlimited potential, but the price is they might get damaged, and this process is hard to master."

"In comparison, those four dolls are much more stable."

Clearly unable to figure out Fu Qian’s thoughts, Dorian could only honestly disclose the details.

"It sounds like both tools have very clear advantages and disadvantages..."

Fu Qian nodded slightly, appearing thoughtful.

"But if I were to find the real ones for you, allowing you to upgrade your doll materials, would the effect be both powerful and stable by then?"

...

Upgrade materials?

The Dorian in front of him clearly hadn’t assigned this task before, causing Fu Qian’s suggestion to make him hesitate somewhat.

"Of course I can, I’ve always had this idea, believing the effect would be much better, so previously that doll—"

Regarding the doll Fu Qian brought, Dorian clearly didn’t quite believe that Hilary had made it herself, and Fu Qian’s attitude made it easy to speculate and even more confused about his intentions.

"Don’t worry, I won’t forget."

However, it seemed that Fu Qian misunderstood the intent, directly expressing that he wouldn’t forget to take them away.

"Additionally, before that. I still need to borrow something from you."

"What is it?"

The other party actually made a gesture indicating they were leaving, suppressing Dorian’s faint elation within.

"I’ll just grab it myself."

Signaling no need for courtesy, the next moment Fu Qian casually reached out.

Snap!

With a light sound, Doctor Dorian’s head had already been removed and held in the hand, his headless body twitching as it collapsed into the pile of clothes.

Compared to what could be achieved within the Dream, this person’s physical body was really pathetically weak.

After taking a final look around, confirming that the dolls had not shown any reaction to the change, Fu Qian retrieved the Holy Sword from the corpse’s hand and left directly.

Upon returning to the consulting room, he didn’t even break his promise, taking Hilary’s doll from the seat—two of them.

After casually drawing some more blood from himself, feeling his somewhat depleted Blood Bar, he left in a similar manner to his arrival.

However, while holding the sword with one hand, the other hand now held considerably more.

...

"What is this!"

Of course, the effect was excellent.

When visiting Lord Akons’ Sanctuary again, Hilary’s shock was more than double.

"Who are you?"

Kneeling in front of the statue, she stared intently at the two dolls and one head in Fu Qian’s hand, even forgetting to stand up.

Sure enough, this individual who had once deeply discussed faith and desecration with her, similarly didn’t remember at all.

"These two are you."

Fu Qian continued walking without stopping, placing the items on the adjacent seat as he passed her, allowing her to look at them at eye level.

"And this one is Dorian, can’t you tell?"

...

Hilary naturally recognized the town’s miracle doctor, but the more she did, the greater the impact.

Moreover, on the way here, Fu Qian shocked more than one window spectator and casually did some decoration for the dolls.

One of them was already like Xi II in the healing Dream, with the veil pulled up to cover the upper half of the face.

"Who made this?"

This combination seemed to have quite a visual impact, even the Saint’s eyes were flickering wildly.

"It’s Dorian’s work, quite crafty, isn’t it?"

Fu Qian responded honestly.

"Are you an outsider? Seeking treatment from Dorian?"

Hilary instantly figured something out.

"Yes."

"So what exactly did you come to do?"

"The dolls are Dorian’s treatment tools. Dorian wanted to upgrade them and needed me to find more suitable materials."

Fu Qian unceremoniously pointed at her.

"Dead or alive is fine."

"...Heh."

After a lengthy silence, a soft chuckle naturally reminded one of the last time Hilary switched to her dark form.

This time the visual effect seemed so good that there was no longer a need to provoke with a headshot, directly revealing her True Self.

"Got it, please proceed."

However, this True Self seemed a bit different than before.