Chapter 1346: Mysteries of the Feast (Part 13)

After obtaining the right to move freely in Xiangong, Shiler took advantage of the night to head to the guest rooms on the other side of Xiangong, which was exactly where Prince Alan of the Doderer Federation tribe was staying.

Along the way, he did not encounter any obstruction. Clearly, Sif's order had been conveyed, and Shiler did not use this as an excuse to go anywhere else, but just as he answered Sif, he arrived at the door of Alan's guest room.

Shiler did not knock on the door immediately, but stood quietly outside the door listening to the movement inside the room. The buildings in Asgard were all made of special materials, and the sound insulation was very good, so he basically couldn't hear the movement in the room, but Shiler could 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 kinds of intense emotions were constantly colliding. Shiler put his hand on the doorknob and could still feel the vibration coming from the floor and walls. Shiler turned his head to look at a vase placed at the end of the corridor.

Counting down a few numbers in his heart, the moment a clear vibration came from the room, Shiler's figure disappeared from outside the door. When he appeared again, he had already entered the room, appearing exactly behind Alan.

This burly prince heard the movement and wanted to turn his head, but before he could turn his head, with a "bang", accompanied by the shattering of countless porcelain pieces of the vase, Alan slowly fell down, and a small figure was revealed behind him.

A raccoon locked in a cage half a person high was looking at the fallen Alan with a terrified expression, and then stared at Shiler, who was still holding half a vase in his hand, with the same terrified eyes.

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

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

His voice was not shrill, but rather a bit rough, and he was not speaking the common language of the raccoon district, nor the language of the three major empires, but standard English, even with a bit of a Southern accent.

Shiler stepped forward, bent down, and looked at the cage made of magical energy on the ground. Just as he reached out his hand, the raccoon took a step back vigilantly, its long, thin tail flicking uneasily behind it.

As Shiler moved closer, the raccoon had already retreated to the edge of the cage, opened its mouth to bare its teeth, showing a highly aggressive posture.

"Alright, now I'm going to pick up the cage, don't move around, okay?" Shiler looked into the raccoon's eyes and asked.

Seeing his attitude, the raccoon was stunned instead. It looked down at its furry belly, confirming that it was an animal, and then looked up at Shiler, confirming that he was a human.

It didn't understand why this human could communicate with it so smoothly. In this universe where humanoid creatures were the main residents, the first reaction of most races when seeing talking animals and plants was terror. Even those who were more open-minded would feel surprised and curious.

But the human in front of it seemed to accept the fact that an animal could talk without any obstacles. He was even asking for the opinion of this animal. This was really too strange.

"Are you listening to me?" Shiler pursed his lips, frowning as he looked at the animal in the cage. Although he didn't have any research on animal psychology, even from the appearance, he could see that this raccoon was in a state of stress.

Actually, the state of animals is easier to judge than humans. The main manifestations are that the raccoon's fur was standing on end, its ears were tilted backward, its tail was constantly flicking left and right, and its pupils were somewhat dilated.

Therefore, Shiler squatted down with extra patience, looked into the raccoon's eyes, and said, "I am an employee of the Sanctum Sanctorum. When this prince came to talk business with me during the day, I saw fur on him that didn't belong to him, so I guessed you were here."

"If you are not willing to come with me, I'm afraid that when he wakes up again, he won't let you go. If I'm not mistaken, the two of you should have had a falling out. Since that's the case, why don't you change your negotiation partner?"

"A human?" the raccoon stared at Shiler and said.

"A human." Shiler nodded and said.

The raccoon seemed to have reached a dead end. It showed a desperate expression, curled up in the corner of the cage, and stopped talking. Shiler sighed and said, "I see your tail is injured, and I happen to be a doctor. Well, a psychologist also counts as a doctor, right?"

"Wait, you are a psychologist?" the raccoon suddenly widened its eyes, stared at Shiler, and said, "Really? I mean, is this word the meaning I think it is? Can you treat mental illness?"

"Of course." Shiler nodded and said, "Although I am currently engaged in administrative work and not practicing medicine, I am a licensed psychologist and once served as a psychologist in the psychiatry department of New York-Presbyterian Hospital."

"Take me away from here, doctor!" the raccoon suddenly rushed to Shiler's front in one stride, grabbed the bars of the cage tightly with two claws, opened its mouth wide to reveal sharp teeth, and said as if wailing, "Save me! Doctor!"

Because the raccoon was closer, Shiler could see its eyes more clearly. There was no doubt that this raccoon had already lost consciousness. There wasn't much reason left in its eyes, as if it were acting entirely on instinct.

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

The raccoon just kept repeating this sentence. Shiler reached out and touched the fur on its head. The raccoon let out a piercing scream, and its sharp claws swung toward Shiler's hand almost instantly.

Shiler's hand dissipated into a cloud of gray mist and was not injured. Finding that the raccoon had lost its reason, Shiler didn't hesitate any longer, but directly picked up the cage, walked to the door, opened it, and looked into the corridor.

After Loki reorganized the internal affairs of Xiangong, although the response of the service staff was more timely, the security was also stricter. There were two stewards on duty at the end of the right corridor, and there were guards at the stairs on the left.

"No, don't go that way, don't go out, can't be caught by the people of Asgard, they are not trustworthy either..." the raccoon muttered, shivering in the cage holding its head, "Cosmic empires are not trustworthy, can't be caught by them..."

Shiler calmly closed the door again. He picked up the cage and walked to the window again, looked out the window, and then turned into a cloud of gray mist and floated out of the window, flying down with the cage until he arrived at the landscape forest downstairs.

Although the night was deep, there were still many Asgardian guards patrolling near Xiangong. Although he knew he wouldn't encounter any danger in Asgard, the habits Shiler had cultivated over the years made him outline all the patrol routes of the Xiangong guards in his mind on the first day he arrived here.

Avoiding all the guards and returning to his room, Shiler placed the cage on the table by the window. And when the cage turned to the other side, the raccoon's back was exposed. It was indeed injured.

But under the wound on the raccoon's back, it was not flesh and blood muscle tissue, but steel bones, gears, and sparking wires.

The raccoon kept swallowing saliva. It turned its back to Shiler without turning around, and just said in a self-deprecating tone, "Would a robot be more acceptable to you than a talking raccoon?"

But in an instant, the raccoon froze, because the cage around its body was slowly disappearing. After the magical energy was swallowed by the gray mist, the bars of the cage were removed one by one.

The raccoon slowly turned around and saw Shiler bending down, staring at it.

He really seems to be a doctor, the raccoon thought. It had also seen the same expression on the faces of those doctors.

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

The raccoon suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. It waved its claws in front of its face and said, "No, I'm fine, and that wound is not something humans can handle. I have self-healing functions, it will heal in a while."

But Shiler still went around to its back on his own, reached out and grabbed its shoulder, and while staring at the wound, muttered to himself, "Let me see... this structure looks like a product of genetic engineering..."

"Who was familiar with genetic engineering? What was the name of that professor who cloned Spider-Man?... Oh, I remember, Miles Warren."

Shiler took out his phone while looking, and without looking at the raccoon's expression, applied a little force to the hand on its shoulder, dialed, and said, "Come here, lie down here, I'll find a professional to help you treat it."

"Hello? Spider-Man, it's me, I'm Dr. Shiler. 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 effort, human." The raccoon shook its head hard, stood stiffly in place, and said with some difficulty, "This is the genetic modification technology of the three major empires. You humans cannot crack it, let alone treat it. It's very difficult for you to even understand the structure in my body..."

"My God, how can someone still attack a raccoon?! It's simply appalling!... Dr. Shiler, 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 you let me see the wound?"

Shiler took out his phone and aimed the camera at the raccoon's back. The raccoon gave a huff of annoyance, but soon, Spider-Man's voice came from the phone: "Is it that the tail can't swing to the left, the left leg can't be lifted a bit, and the muscles from the left shoulder blade to the arm are all numb?"

The raccoon slowly widened its eyes, turned around at high speed, stared at the phone camera with round eyes, and its expression was as if it had seen a ghost.

"This is the result of the spinal connection component being damaged by external force, the electronic components having poor contact and short-circuiting, leading to the inability to normally release neural electricity. Dr. Shiler, I say, you do. First enlarge the wound a bit, then move the transmission device next to the spine to the left to make room for the wiring..."

"Is it this device? Like this? Or should it be a bit more to the left?"

"That's it, then pull the wire next to it over... My God, the materials they used are too poor, right? The outer layer of this coil is burnt black. God, this spinal connection component also seems to be a bit... 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. Shiler, you should still have molten steel there, right? If you don't mind the trouble, you can actually replace the materials of the parts and circuits in his body."

Shiler looked at the mess in the raccoon's body and understood what Spider-Man meant. The condition of this raccoon's body was probably much worse than it appeared. No wonder its spirit was a bit abnormal.

"I don't mind the trouble, and I have enough materials, but you have to tell me how to do it. I don't have any experience in modifying animals."

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

"Alright, same as usual, you say, I do... Thank those two morons, now I finally know how to change a more complicated light bulb."