### Chapter 102: Temporary Conclusion
Seeing Orson staring at another woman, Litte imdiately felt a surge of displeasure.
“Too bad you didn’t get that sister’s ho address, couldn’t discuss life philosophies with her, huh?” Saying this, Litte leaned against Orson’s side.
“No, no, Litte, you misheard.” Orson chuckled sheepishly.
He didn’t know who taught Litte this, but she had actually learned to put her hand on her waist to threaten him.
“It’s just that this incident has beco sowhat tricky.” Orson turned back to look at Litte. “Forcing Mudrick to use this trump card this ti can be considered a great contribution. Otherwise, having this ti bomb buried in Saint Roland City would definitely bring more disaster in the future.”
Subsequently, he reached out and patted Litte’s head.
Litte seed to enjoy being patted on the head by Orson, like a small animal.
Feeling the familiar touch of Orson’s hand on her head, Litte’s earlier displeasure vanished. She comfortably narrowed her eyes, then hugged Orson’s waist, seemingly craving more.
Fortunately, apart from Virgil, there was no one else around right now. Otherwise, if others saw their intimate gesture, suspicions would definitely arise.
If word reached others, it would be one thing, but if Olivia found out, he would inevitably have to write a self-criticism report when he got back.
“Ahem, anyway, let’s conclude today’s investigation here for now. Let’s take a temporary break,” Orson said.
After all, this incident was no longer just about Litte’s adoptive parents.
The imdiate priority was to find out who provided Mudrick with the potion. Being able to create a potion that could demonize an ordinary person, the provider’s identity was clearly not simple.
One could even say, extrely dangerous.
Before the interrogation, Landon had also inford his subordinates and Orson’s group not to spread the news about the demon.
Before the incident was thoroughly investigated, rashly spreading this information would only lead to widespread public panic.
Especially now, with the Empire under the threat of beastn, if the populace learned that demons, who had once ravaged half the Empire, had returned, fear would spread, rumors would fly, causing social unrest and undermining the Empire’s rule.
It would be laughable if humanity destroyed itself through internal strife before the demons even returned.
And thoroughly investigating the Mudrick incident was clearly no longer sothing Orson and Litte should, or could, be responsible for.
...
“So, ever since your father passed away and you began managing the city’s affairs, these symptoms started appearing vaguely?” The Doctor looked at Baron Trist before him and questioned.
“Yes.” Trist nodded.
“Then it’s simple.” The Doctor smiled. “Your symptoms are caused by taking over the city administration, leading to excessive fatigue. You just need quiet rest.”
“But... the tens of thousands of people in the city cannot lose . If I fall, the city’s order will be left unmaintained...”
“On this point, you don’t need to worry.” The Doctor shook his head. “The issue of city order can be entrusted to others to handle...”
“That won’t do!” Trist slamd the bed forcefully, then sat up.
“Constan City is our family’s fiefdom. My family has been under the protection of the royal family for generations. How could I possibly give this city away...”
Looking at Trist clinging tightly to power, the Doctor sighed, then said, “In that case, I have a thod here that can quickly alleviate your headache.”
“How so?” Trist’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.
“Surgery.” The Doctor pointed to his own head.
“As they say, treat the head for headaches, treat the foot for foot pain. Lord Trist, the cause of your illness is in the head, so it’s difficult to remove the lesion through normal treatnt thods. It can only be done through surgical incision.”
“Incision... you an...”
“Yes, an incision needs to be made on the head.”
“...No.” Trist pondered for a long ti, then shook his head. “I cannot accept this thod for now. If I undergo surgery, there are many things I won’t be able to handle...”
“I know Lord Trist has concerns,” the Doctor said with a smile. “I also have a prescription here that can provide temporary pain relief. This way, you can first deal with the recently accumulated matters, and then consider my proposal.”
Subsequently, the Doctor took out a packet of dicinal powder from his coat and poured it into a water bottle.
“This dicine of yours... is it okay?” Trist stared at the Doctor, then asked.
“Of course.” The Doctor said this, drank half of the potion himself, then moved around a bit to show Trist he was fine, which finally put the other party at ease.
Trist waited a few more minutes. Seeing that the Doctor still showed no symptoms, he finally relaxed and drank the dicine.
After drinking it, he was surprised to find that his headache was indeed gradually subsiding.
“Doctor, this effect of yours is truly excellent...”
“Naturally. However, the trade-off is that after drinking this potion, you will feel drowsy and weak for a period of ti. A nap will fix it.”
“Alright.” Trist nodded.
Previous doctors hadn’t failed to prescribe dicine for him, but this was the first ti he encountered one whose effects were so rapid and remarkably potent.
Because of this, Trist began to trust the Doctor.
“Well then, Doctor, I’ll rest first.” Saying this, he closed his eyes.
“Alright, Lord Trist, I will leave first then. I will co again tomorrow.”
The Doctor said this, then politely exited the room.
After exiting the room, the Doctor did not leave the mansion but wandered around the large Baron’s residence.
Although called large, the Baron’s mansion was actually only two stories high. The upper floor housed the noble’s bedroom and office, while the lower floor contained the kitchen, living room, storage room, and rooms originally intended for servants.
After spending about ten minutes exploring these rooms, the Doctor focused on one room.
In the kitchen on the first floor, he discovered a wall tile that was slightly different from its surroundings. Just as he was about to touch that tile, footsteps suddenly sounded from outside.
The Doctor quickly stopped his actions and walked to the doorway.
The source of the footsteps outside was the guard who had been stationed at the entrance earlier.
“Sir, I saw you and Lord Trist were upstairs for quite so ti. I was a bit worried, so...”
“Ah, no need to worry. The Baron just took my dicine and is sleeping now,” the Doctor said.
“I see...” The guard breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
“Then, Doctor, are you confident you can cure Lord Trist’s illness?”
“Of course.” The Doctor nodded.
Subsequently, seemingly curious as to why this guard cared so much about Trist, the Doctor asked, “Mr. Guard, are you and the Baron very close?”
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