Chapter 351: Tyrael’s Rage
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
While walking through Care Unit Zero, Caroline kept trying, but she failed to trick information out of Leonrick about who Angor was, after which she only grew more eager to ascertain Angor’s identity.
Everyone stopped talking when they finally arrived at the patients.
Each ward hospitalized a single shadowless patient, most of whom were almost at their terminal stage, which had minimized their brain activities. These souls could do nothing more than relying on the external machines to stay alive.
Angor heard someone crying and headed in that direction. As the others wondered if they should follow him, Leonrick simply told them so.
Which proved that this young man meant to take the lead.
Caroline noticed Tyrael scowling again. “Please do as what Leonrick says, for now,” she whispered.
“I know what I’m doing.” Tyrael nodded.
Angor was standing at the door of a ward. He opened the door next, which startled someone inside the room. The patient looked to the door and immediately saw a stranger in a weird-colored overcoat.
“Who… who is it?”
It was the timid voice of a young woman.
Angor saw a young, adorable-looking, blue-eyed blond lady on the sickbed, who was obviously in a bad shape.
Without answering, Angor went straight inside and checked the floor under the moonlight.
No shadow.
“When did this start?” he asked.
The woman’s eyes brightened just a bit. “Are you a doctor? I… Do I still have hope?”
“YOU are a doctor?”
An old man’s voice came from behind Angor. Tyrael then came to the room.
Angor kept looking at the patient without minding Tyrael.
The old man’s expression immediately darkened. Was this kid refusing to answer his simple question?
Caroline didn’t speak this time, for she found both the boy and her old friend to be a little impolite. Tyrael’s question was simple, true, but the man’s tone sounded more like a demand.
“Mister Tyrael, you mentioned something about a clue for treating Margot, right? Aren’t you going to see her?” Leonrick asked in a small voice.
“Are you questioning or forcing my decision?”
“Heh heh, no, of course. I’m worried about my daughter, please understand.”
The feverish conversation somewhat scared the young patient in the room. She retreated to a corner of her bed and trembled.
Hedrick went to Angor. “Sir, she is the 100th shadowless patient. We received her several days ago.”
“When did she wake up after getting affected?” Angor asked.
“On the second day after she lost her shadow.”
“Did something happen to her before?”
“She’s a family member of one of our patients,” Hedrick continued. “It was her husband, who fell ill back then, and she has been looking after him. She suddenly lost consciousness as well, and we managed to diagnose her condition after that.”
“Something else worth noticing? Was it at night?”
Hedrick pondered. “Nothing, according to her husband.”
Leonrick joined them. “And yes, it was evening. I was watching the hospital that night.”
“Mister Count also came here to pay his kind regard to the patients that day,” Hedrick said as he rolled his eyes while he flattered Leonrick.
“Did you notice anything then?” Angor looked at Leonrick.
Leonrick quickly realized that Angor was asking about strange things like that “black shadow”.
He shook his head, but he nodded afterward. “I’m not sure, sir. I was in Margot’s room. I can remember a bright full moon outside, and it was windy. I think I saw a ghost or something among the trees, but… maybe I was seeing things.”
The other people all grew confused. Those words weren’t useful at all.
Except for Angor, who nodded in acknowledgment. “So Margot was ill on that day?”
Leonrick looked a bit awkward. “Sir, it was the same day you came to Water Grasse.”
Angor quickly understood it had something to do with his “mute trick”.
He could also remember the moon being very bright that night. He was visiting Magician at that time. Angor wondered if this had something to do with Magician. But since Magician seemed too weak to cause such a serious crisis, he quickly denied that idea.
“Let’s go. I’ll check the other patients,” Angor said. He glanced at the trembling lady and sighed.
He clearly heard Tyrael scoffing at him. But again, he didn’t mind the old man.
While walking to the other wards, Angor listened to more information. It seemed that the “infected” patients could live for quite a long time before they completely became a “living dead”. During such a time, they would slowly lose their verbal and emotional abilities. Different patients showed different lengths of time before they succumbed to the illness. Someone managed to stay awake for half a year, while someone stopped speaking at the 3rd day after they lost their shadows.
But ultimately, they ended up as a “living dead”.
Angor looked through several rooms and saw both men and women in different stages.
He didn’t sense any energy ripples, and none of the patients suffered physical or soul-related wounds. Those who already “turned” all had their souls intact. And Angor didn’t know how to examine their souls without learning any soul manipulator spells.
He still found something else though.