063: Doctor, Would You Be Interested in Becoming My Child's Father, Plus the First Sacrificial Ceremony

At nine-thirty in the morning, the first scheduled client arrived.

She was an elderly woman, forty-two years old, widowed, and childless. She longed for love and wished to find a partner to walk hand in hand until the end of her life.

Yet for some reason, this plan had never gone smoothly.

So much so that Madam Machino began to lose confidence in her own charm, and her mood grew increasingly poor, as did her mental state.

Treating Madam Machino took Doctor Richard no more than a quarter of an hour.

The first fourteen minutes were spent understanding the client's situation. In the final minute, Richard took a brief look and said, "Madam, regarding your doubts, I think we can set them aside for a moment. I have some good news to share with you."

A question mark appeared above Madam Machino's head.

Richard said, "You are pregnant, two months along."

The treatment ended.

Madam Machino paid the fee and turned to leave.

She was going to have a child; she needed to hurry and find a father for it.

However, not even half a minute after going out, Madam Machino stepped back inside.

She asked Richard, "Doctor, would you be interested in becoming the father of my child? I own a farm, which is more than enough for our family of three to live comfortably through the rest of our lives."

Richard firmly refused.

Machino had mentioned that her remarriage journey was never smooth.

At first, Richard thought it was an issue of age.

In the matchmaking market, regardless of gender, advanced age was generally considered a disadvantage.

Once the treatment agreement was signed and Richard took another look, he almost failed to control his expression.

Over the past half year, the number of romances Madam Machino had engaged in was forty-nine, involving both men and women, with the oldest being sixty and the youngest thirteen.

Goodness gracious, this wasn't a matter of things not going smoothly; she was simply playing too wildly.

As for her physical discomfort,

being pregnant, experiencing symptoms was completely normal.

Having seen off this wealthy female client, Richard continued to drink tea and read the newspaper on the ground floor.

News of the destruction of yet another stronghold of the Black Fog Church had been published.

The greatest contributor this time was MI6.

Richard said to Susan, "This is that matter of yours, it's in the papers now. You can rest easy."

"Thank you, Doctor."

Susan was massaging his legs.

One had to admit, she was quite talented at serving others.

In just these few days, Nurse Susan had not only shed the label of being clumsy, but her little hands were also growing increasingly deft.

Suddenly,

"Clang, clang, clang,"

the wind chimes at the entrance rang, and a man and a woman stepped into the clinic, looking around.

The man, whose skin was somewhat dark, asked, "Which one is Doctor Richard?"

Richard turned his head, gazed at them for a few seconds, and smiled, "I am. What kind of consultation are you two looking for?"

The woman, whose eyes carried a hint of allure, said, "My husband has some trouble in that department. I heard there's the most brilliant doctor in St. Anne City here, so I brought him to take a look."

Richard nodded: "I see. Then let's go inside to talk."

Richard stood up and instructed Susan to welcome the guests at the door.

When he was treating patients, he disliked being disturbed.

Susan bowed to indicate she understood and walked out.

She had always followed Doctor Richard's arrangements.

However, Nurse Susan felt these two guests were very strange.

At Charlie's Clinic, it was normal for a husband and wife to come together.

But the wife's attitude toward her husband on the opposite side was problematic.

Regarding unspeakable matters, Susan had never seen anyone speak of them so openly right upon a first meeting.

This would cause the husband to lose face and harm the affection between the couple.

Then came the husband's issue.

He didn't care what his wife said and kept a cheerful smile from beginning to end.

Furthermore, seven or eight out of ten glances from this gentleman landed on Susan's legs.

It seemed that Susan's legs, encased in white silk stockings, were more important than his wife or seeking medical treatment.

...

"Clatter!"

The wooden door of the treatment room closed.

Richard stood at the front, while the man and woman stood behind the door.

The two exchanged glances, instantly revealing fierce expressions.

They each drew a dagger gleaming with cold light and prepared to launch an attack.

At that exact moment, Richard, with his back turned to them, remarked, "Who sent you?"

The two froze.

Richard shook his head: "Do I need to make it clearer... The great God of Black Fog..."

"!!!"

"!!!"

As he spoke, black mist crawled out from the cuffs of Richard's trousers, filling the entire floor at an astonishing speed.

Then it climbed the walls, dyeing the entire ceiling pitch black.

"You, you, how is this possible?..."

"You're also a member of the Church, this is impossible!"

These two adventurers, or rather, Black Fog cultists disguised as adventurers,

were hunters who specialized in picking interesting people or objects, killing them, and bringing them back to the Church to sacrifice to the great God of Black Fog in order to please their deity.

Today, their target was Richard, the psychological doctor whose reputation in St. Anne City had recently soared.

This person was very interesting and quite wealthy. The two of them figured that after pulling off this job, not only would they receive praise from the church official, but they could also live lavishly for quite some time.

Who could have guessed that Richard was one of their own?

The man said, "I checked, you couldn't possibly be a brother within the Church! You brazenly opened a clinic in St. Anne City; if you were a problem, the rabid dogs at MI6 would have dragged you into the Black Death Prison long ago!"

Richard turned around, his pupils also filled with pure, pitch-black darkness.

Richard stared straight down at them from a position of superiority: "You two trash, you almost ruined my Lord's plans. Do you know you deserve a thousand deaths?!

As for why MI6 couldn't investigate me, did you forget that the great God of Black Fog is also the Master of Secrecy?"

"You..."

"You?..."

The two hurriedly dropped their daggers and dropped to their knees.

"Greetings, My Lord!"

Their status within the Black Fog Church was not high, but they knew that anyone capable of wielding the power of the black fog, knowing and receiving the secret protection of the great master, was at least at the bishop level.

Richard asked, "Who all knows that you came to see me?"

The woman replied, "Reporting to My Lord, our public identity is that of adventurers. Two days ago we happened to conquer a monster lair and returned to the city for supplies. Right now, we are just wandering around the city."

Richard: "In other words, you coming to kill me was a spur-of-the-moment decision?"

The two bowed their heads deeply: "My Lord, we have sinned!"

The system judged that they were not lying.

At that, Richard felt relieved.

Not long ago, he had just mentioned staying away from the Black Fog Church, and two cultists had delivered themselves to his doorsteps.

From far away, Richard had smelled a foul stench coming from them, and he knew right then that these two belonged to the Black Fog Church.

However, "Since you have not yet committed a grave mistake, our great and merciful Lord will naturally not blame you, as long as you can prove the sincerity of your faith."

"Praise the God of Black Fog!"

"Long live the great God of Black Fog!"

...

This was obviously not enough.

To prove one's faith, the best method was to offer everything to the deity.

The sacrificial ritual began.

Richard tapped lightly three times in the air and then aimed at the two trembling figures.

"In your next life, be reborn into a good family."

With that, the two were instantly swallowed by the thick black mist.

"Ding-dong"~

Prompt: Sacrifice successful, your experience value +20%, skill Sacrifice proficiency +20, currently at 20/100!