Chapter 1363: The Mystery of the Feast (Thirteen)

After obtaining the right to freely pass through the Asgard, Schiller took advantage of the night to go to the guest room on the other side of the Asgard, which was the residence of Alan, the prince of the Dodel Federation Tribe.

Along the way, he did not encounter any obstruction. Obviously, Sif's order had been conveyed, and Schiller did not use this as an excuse to go somewhere else, but just came to the door of Alan's guest room as he answered Sif.

Schiller did not knock on the door immediately, but stood quietly outside the door and listened to the movement in the room. Asgard's buildings are made of special materials with good sound insulation performance, so basically no movement in the room can be heard, but Schiller can still feel the flow of emotions in the room.

At this time, there was more than one person in the prince's room, and two intense emotions kept colliding. Schiller put his hand on the door handle and could still feel the vibration from the ground and the wall. Schiller turned his head and looked at a vase at the end of the corridor.

He counted down a few numbers in his heart. When there was an obvious vibration in the room, Schiller's figure disappeared outside the door. When he appeared again, he had entered the room and appeared behind Alan.

The burly prince wanted to turn back when he heard the noise, but before he could turn his head, with a "bang", Alan slowly fell down accompanied by the shattering of countless vase porcelain pieces, and another small figure appeared behind him.

A raccoon trapped in a half-man-high cage was looking at Alan who fell down with a horrified expression, and then stared at Schiller who was still holding half of the vase in his hand with the same horrified eyes.

Schiller raised the other half of the vase in his hand, looked at the raccoon and said: "You have two choices now, either follow me, or..."

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

His voice was not shrill, but rather a little rough, and he did not speak the common language of the raccoon area, nor the language of the three empires, but standard English, even with a southern accent.

Schiller walked forward, bent down and looked at the cage made of magic energy on the ground. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the raccoon took a step back vigilantly, and the slender tail behind him swung uneasily.

As Schiller got closer, the raccoon had already hidden at the edge of the cage, opened its mouth and bared its teeth, showing an extremely aggressive posture.

"Okay, now I'm going to lift the cage, don't move, okay?" Schiller looked into the raccoon's eyes and asked.

Seeing his attitude, the raccoon was stunned. He looked down at his furry belly to confirm that he was an animal, and then looked up at Schiller to confirm that he was a human.

He didn't understand why this human could communicate with him so smoothly. In this universe where humanoid creatures are the main residents, most races see talking animals and plants. The first reaction is horror. Even those who are more open-minded will be surprised and curious.

But the human in front of him seemed to have accepted the fact that an animal could talk without any obstacles. He even asked for the opinion of the animal. This was really strange.

"Are you listening to me?" Schiller pursed his lips and frowned as he looked at the animal in the cage. Although he had no research on animal psychology, he could tell from the appearance that the raccoon was in a state of stress.

In fact, the state of animals is easier to judge than humans. The main manifestation is that the raccoon's hair stands upright, its ears fall back, its tail keeps swinging left and right, and its pupils are somewhat dilated.

So, Schiller squatted down with extra patience, looked into the raccoon's eyes and said, "I am an employee of the Sanctuary of the Holy of Holies. When the prince came to me to discuss business today, I saw that he had hair that didn't belong to him, so I guessed you were here."

"If you don't want to go with me, I'm afraid he won't let you go when he wakes up again. If I'm not mistaken, the two of you should have broken down. In this case, why don't you change the negotiating partner?"

"A human?" The raccoon stared at Schiller and said.

"A human." Schiller nodded and said.

The raccoon seemed to have nowhere to go. He showed a desperate expression and curled up in the corner of the cage and stopped talking. Schiller sighed and said, "I saw that your tail was injured, and I happened to be a doctor. Well, a psychiatrist is also a doctor, right?"

"Wait, you are a psychiatrist?" The raccoon suddenly opened his eyes wide, stared at Schiller and said, "Really? I mean, does this word mean what I think it means? Can you treat mental illness?"

"Of course." Schiller nodded and said, "Although I am now engaged in administrative work and not practicing medicine, I am a licensed psychiatrist and have worked as a psychiatrist in the psychiatry department of New York Presbyterian Hospital."

"Take me away from here, doctor!" The raccoon suddenly rushed to Schiller, grabbed the bars of the cage with his two claws, opened his mouth wide and showed his fangs, and said like a wail: "Save me! Doctor!"

Because the raccoon was closer, Schiller could see his eyes more clearly. There was no doubt that the raccoon was already confused, and there was not much reason left in his eyes, as if he was acting completely on instinct.

"Doctor, doctor, save me, doctor..."

The raccoon just kept repeating this sentence. Schiller reached out and touched the hair on his head. The raccoon let out a shrill scream, and its sharp claws swung towards Schiller's hand almost instantly.

Schiller's hand dissipated into a cloud of gray mist, and he was not injured. When he found that the raccoon had lost its mind, Schiller did not hesitate any more, but directly picked up the cage and walked to the door, opened the door and looked into the corridor.

Since Loki rectified the internal affairs of Asgard, although the service staff responded more promptly, the security was also stricter. There were two butlers on standby at the end of the corridor on the right, and there were guards at the stairs on the left.

"No, don't go there, don't go out, you can't be caught by the people of Asgard, they are not trustworthy..." The raccoon held his head in the cage and trembled, muttering: "The cosmic empire is not trustworthy, you can't be caught by them..."

Schiller closed the door calmly again, he walked to the window with the cage again, looked out of the window, and then turned into a ball of gray mist and floated out of the window, flying down with the cage until he came to the landscape woods downstairs.

Although it was late at night, there were still many guards of Asgard patrolling near the Asgard. Although he knew that he would not encounter any danger in Asgard, Schiller's habit over the years made him outline the patrol routes of all the guards of Asgard in his mind on the first day he came here.

Schiller bypassed all the guards and returned to his room. Schiller put the cage on the table by the window, and when the cage turned to the other side, the raccoon's back was exposed, and he was indeed injured.

But under the wound on the raccoon's back, there was not bloody muscle tissue, but steel bones, gear zero wires and sparking wires.

The raccoon kept swallowing his saliva. He turned his back to Schiller and did not turn around. He just said in a self-deprecating tone: "Will a robot be easier for you to accept than a talking raccoon?"

But in an instant, the raccoon was stunned, because the cage around him was slowly disappearing. After the magic energy was swallowed by the gray fog, the bars of the cage were removed one by one.

The raccoon slowly turned around and saw Schiller's eyes bending over and staring at him.

He seemed to be a real doctor, the raccoon thought, he had seen the same expression on the faces of those doctors.

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

The raccoon suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He waved his paw in front of his face and said, "No, I'm fine, and that wound is not something humans can deal with. I have the ability to heal myself, and it will heal in a while."

But Schiller still went around behind him and grabbed his shoulder. While staring at the wound, he muttered to himself, "Let me see... This structure looks like a product of genetic modification..."

"Who is more familiar with genetic modification? What's the name of the professor who cloned Spider-Man?... Oh, I remember, Miles Warren."

While Schiller looked at it, he took out his mobile phone, and then without even looking at the raccoon's expression, he pressed his shoulder. He slightly exerted force on his hand and said while dialing: "Come here, lie down here, I'll find a professional to treat you."

"Hello? Spider-Man, it's me, Dr. Schiller, I'm looking for Professor Warren, I have a genetically modified animal here that is injured, I want to know how to treat it."

"Don't waste your energy, human." The raccoon shook his head vigorously, stood stiffly in place, and said with some difficulty: "This is the genetic modification technology of the three empires. You humans can't crack it. Let alone treat it, it's difficult for you to understand the structure of my body..."

"Oh my God, why are there still people attacking raccoons?! It's horrifying!... Dr. Schiller, wait a moment." A rather young voice came from the phone.

"Oh, sorry, doctor, Professor Warren is not here, but I have been studying with him for a while. Can I take a look at the wound?"

Schiller took out his mobile phone and pointed the camera at the raccoon's back. The raccoon snorted in annoyance, but soon, Spider-Man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is his tail unable to swing to the left, his left leg a little difficult to lift, and the muscles from the left shoulder blade to the arm are numb?"

The raccoon slowly widened his eyes, turned quickly, and stared at Schiller's mobile phone camera with his round eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

"This is the result of the spinal connection being damaged by external forces, the electronic components not being able to contact properly and short-circuiting, which results in the inability to release nerve electricity normally. Dr. Schiller, I tell you to do it. First, expand the wound a little, then move the transmission device next to the spine a little to the left to make room for the wiring..."

"Is it this device? Like this? Or should it be moved a little further to the left?"

"Okay, then pull the wire next to it... My God, the materials they used are too bad, right? The outer layer of this coil is burnt black, my God, this spinal connection component seems to be a little... What has he been through?"

Spider-Man on the other end of the phone sighed, paused, and then said: "What a poor little guy, Dr. Schiller, you should have molten steel, right? If you don't mind the trouble, you can actually replace the materials of the parts and circuits in his body."

Schiller looked at the mess in the raccoon's body and understood what Spider-Man meant. The raccoon's physical condition was probably much worse than he showed. No wonder his mental state was a little abnormal.

"I'm not afraid of trouble, and I have enough materials, but you have to tell me how to do it. I have no experience in transforming animals."

"It doesn't matter, doctor, it's not difficult at all. If you have a symbiote, it will be even simpler. You just need to separate some symbiote factors to stabilize his spine, and then replace the parts one by one."

"Okay, as usual, you say and I do... Thanks to those two idiots, now I can finally turn on a more complicated light bulb."

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