Chapter 1363: Feast Mystery (Thirteen)_1

After gaining the right to freely navigate the Fairy Palace, Shiller took advantage of the night to head over to guest rooms on the other side of the palace. This was where Prince Aran of the Dodel Federation Tribe stayed.

All along the way, he encountered no obstacles. It was clear that Sif's order had been carried out, and Shiller didn't use this as an excuse to go elsewhere. Just as he told Sif, he went straight to the door of Aran's guest room.

But Shiller didn't knock on the door right away. Instead, he quietly stood outside, listening to the movements inside. The buildings of Asgard were made of special materials, offering excellent sound insulation. As a result, he could hardly hear what was happening inside the room, but Shiller could still feel the flow of emotions within.

At that moment, the prince's room was occupied by more than one person and two volatile emotions kept clashing. Shiller put his hand on the doorknob, and he could feel the vibrations coming through the floor and wall. He turned to look at a vase at the end of the corridor.

In his mind, he counted down a few numbers. When obvious disturbances came from the room, he vanished from the doorway and reappeared right behind Aran.

This burly prince was startled and tried to turn around, but before he could do so, with a loud "bang" and the shattering of countless porcelain pieces, Aran slowly crumbled. Behind him revealed a small figure.

A raccoon, held inside a half-human-height cage, was staring in fear at the falling Aran. Then, with the same frightened eyes, it turned to look at Shiller, who still had half of a vase in his hand.

Shiller raised the other half of the vase, looking at the raccoon and said, "You have two choices now, either come with me, or...

"I choose the first one!" the raccoon shouted loudly.

Its voice wasn't high pitched but rather rough. Moreover, it didn't speak in the language of the raccoon region or any of the Three Great Empires, but in standard English, even with a hint of Southern accent.

Shiller stepped forward and crouched down to look at the cage made of magic energy lying on the ground. As he stretched out his hand, the raccoon nervously stumbled backward, its long tail anxiously wagging behind.

As Shiller moved closer, the raccoon had retreated to the edge of the cage, baring its teeth in a highly aggressive posture.

"Okay, now I'm going to pick up the cage, and you should stay calm, alright?" Shiller looked into the raccoon's eyes and asked.

Seeing his demeanor, the raccoon was taken aback. It looked down at its own furry belly, confirming it was an animal, then looked up at Shiller again, confirming he was a human.

It didn't understand why this human could converse with it so smoothly. In a universe where humanoid creatures were the main inhabitants, most races' first reaction to encountering talking animals or plants was fear, and even those with a broader mind would be surprised and curious.

But the human in front of it seemed to have accepted the fact that an animal could talk without any obstacles. He was even asking for its opinion, which was very strange.

"Are you listening to me?" Shiller pursed his lips and scrutinized the creature in the cage. Along with the fur standing on end, its ears folding back, the tail swinging back and forth, and its eyes dilated, it was clear the raccoon was under stress.

So, Shiller squatted patiently and looked into the raccoon's eyes. "I'm a staff member from Holy Sanctuary. Earlier today, when this prince came to negotiate the business with me, I noticed some hair on him that does not belong to him, so I guessed you were here."

"If you don't want to come with me, I'm afraid once he wakes up, he won't let you off. If I'm not wrong, your negotiation fell through, right? So why not change the negotiating party?"

"A human?" The raccoon stared at Shiller and asked.

"A human," Shiller nodded in confirmation.

It seemed the raccoon had nowhere else to go. It displayed a look of despair, curled up in the corner of the cage and stopped talking. Shiller sighed and said, "I noticed your tail is injured, and I happen to be a doctor. Well, a psychiatrist counts as a doctor, right?"

"Wait a minute, you're a psychiatrist?" The raccoon suddenly widened its eyes, staring at Shiller. "Really? I mean, is that word what I think it means? Can you treat mental illnesses?"

"Of course." Shiller nodded, "Although I'm currently working in administration and not practicing medicine, I am a licensed psychiatrist and used to work as a psychologist in the Elder's Council Hospital in New York."

"Get me out of here, Doctor!" the raccoon suddenly rushed up to Shiller and gripped the bars of the cage tightly with its claws. Opening its mouth wide to reveal its fangs, it implored in a wailing tone, "Save me! Doctor!"

Because the raccoon was even closer, Shiller could clearly see its eyes. Unmistakably, the raccoon was in a delirium, and there was not much reason left in its eyes. It seemed to be acting purely on instinct.

"Doctor, Doctor, please save me, Doctor…"

The raccoon kept repeating this phrase. Shiller reached out his hand and touched the top of his head. The raccoon let out a shrill scream, and its sharp claws swiped at Shiller's hand almost instantly.

Shiller's hand turned into a cloud of gray mist and was unharmed. Seeing that the raccoon had lost its sanity, Shiller hesitated no more and directly carried the cage to the door. He opened the door and looked into the hallway.

Since Loki had reorganized the Fairy Palace, the staff's response had become more timely but the security had also been stepped up. Two butlers stood at the end of the right corridor while guards were at the staircase on the left.

"No, don't go out there, don't get caught by the Asgardians, they are not to be trusted…" The raccoon trembled in the cage, murmuring, "The cosmic empires cannot be trusted, I can't be captured by them..."

Shiller calmly closed the door again, he picked up the cage and looked out of the window, then transformed into a wispy gray mist, carrying the cage he floated out of the window and flew downwards until he reached a small scenic grove down below.

Although it was late at night, there were still many Asgardian guards patrolling near the Fairy Palace. Shiller, a man of habit, had already mapped out the patrol routes of all the guards in his mind on the very first day here.

Having circumvented all guards and returned to his room, Shiller placed the cage on the table beside the window. But when the cage turned to the other side, the back of the raccoon was exposed, revealing that he was indeed injured.

But underneath the wound on the raccoon's back were not the expected gore and flesh, but steel bones, gear parts, and sparking wires.

The raccoon continued swallowing nervously and without turning around, he said in a sarcastically self-deprecating tone, " Would a robot be any easier for you to deal with than a talking raccoon?"

However, the raccoon froze as the cage around him slowly disappeared. After the gray mist had swallowed the magic energy, the bars of the cage were progressively removed.

The raccoon slowly turned around and found Shiller hunched and staring at him.

He's actually a doctor, thought the raccoon, he had seen similar expressions on other doctors' faces before.

"Alright, turn around, let me see your wound."

However, the raccoon suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. He waved his paw in front of his face and said, "No, I'm fine, and besides, that wound isn't something a human can manage. I have a self-healing function, it will heal after a while..."

Yet Shiller simply moved around to his back without hesitation and laid a hand on his shoulder, staring at the wound while muttering to himself, "Let me see... this structure looks like the product of genetic engineering..."

"Who was it that's quite familiar with genetic engineering? What was the name of the professor who cloned Spiderman? ...Oh, I remember now, Miles Warren."

As Shiller examined the injury, he took out his phone, and without taking notice of the raccoon's expression, he dialed a number while saying, "Come here, lay down, I'm going to find a specialist to treat you."

"Hello? Spiderman, it's me, Doctor Shiller, I'm looking for Professor Warren. I've got an animal here that's been genetically modified and is a bit injured, I'm wondering how to treat it."

"Don't bother, human," The raccoon shook his head vigorously, standing rigidly and said with difficulty, "This is the genetic modification technology from the Three Great Empires. Humans won't be able to decode it, let alone treat it, even understanding the structure inside my body would be difficult…"

"Oh my god! How could anyone attack a raccoon?! That's shocking!... hold on a minute, Doctor Shiller..." a youthful voice came from the phone.

"Oh, sorry doctor, Professor Warren isn't here. But I have been studying with him for a while now, could you let me see the wound?"

Shiller took out his phone and aimed the camera at the back of the raccoon. The raccoon snorted but soon Spiderman's voice came through the phone with a shock, "Can't he swing his tail to the left or lift his left leg? Isn't his left shoulder to arm muscle numb?"

The raccoon's eyes widened. He spun around rapidly, staring at the camera on Shiller's phone with a ghostly expression.

"That's normally caused by damage to the spinal connection component due to external forces, an electrical short circuit causing a failure to release nerve electricity properly. It's okay, Doctor Shiller. I can guide you through it. First, enlarge the wound a bit, then move the transmission device next to the spine slightly to the left, this will make space for the wiring…"

"Is this the device? Like this? Or should I move it a bit further to the left?"

"That's fine, then pull that wire over there... My god, the materials they used are terrible. The outer layer of this coil has been burnt black. Oh lord, this spinal connection component also seems... what has he been through?"

The voice of Spiderman on the phone was filled with sympathy, he paused for a moment then said, "What a poor little guy, Doctor Shiller, don't you have molten steel? If it's not too much trouble, you could replace the parts and wires inside him."

Looking at the mess inside the raccoon, Shiller understood what Spiderman meant. The raccoon's physical condition was far worse than he had let on, it was no wonder that he seemed a little disoriented.

"I don't mind the trouble, I have enough material too, but you have to tell me how, I have no experience with modifying parts for animals."

"That's alright, Doctor, it's not difficult at all. And if you have a symbiont, it will be even easier. You just need to take some symbiotic cells to stabilize his spine, then replace his parts systematically."

"Alright, same as always, you guide, I follow… Let's thank those two morons for this. Now I can finally change a complicated lightbulb."