Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 407: The Twelve-Winged Son of the Orleans Holy Angel

Everyone's gaze immediately fell on Lynn.

Lynn wore a faint smile, his finger pressed against his temple as his eyes swept across the face of every Night Doctor present.

And at this very moment, information panels for each Night Doctor in the room were flashing before his eyes one after another.

Nothing abnormal was detected.

And this was his ultimate weapon for determining if there was a traitor.

Because ever since the last assassination attempt by the Plague Doctors, Lynn had discovered the special function of the system panel—the True Name Display + Personal Resume Introduction.

It could be said that with these two things, under his watch, something like an undercover mole simply wouldn't exist.

Whether you're human or ghost, pig or dog, even if you're a little girl, you would have nowhere to hide; he would see right through you completely.

Observing everyone's doubtful looks, Lynn adjusted his monocle and calmly smiled, saying:

"Everyone can trust me. Because for this mission, the Matriarch gave me a method to identify Plague Doctors. Whether someone is a Plague Doctor or not, I can tell with just one look."Everyone was instantly shaken.

Even a trace of surprise flickered in White Night's eyes.

There was such a thing?

Lynn slowly raised his hand, holding up a single, golden, shimmering feather, and smiled mysteriously, "See this?"

Everyone hesitated, "A bird feather?"

Lynn seriously adjusted his monocle and said, "No, it's a feather from the Matriarch's wing. An angel's feather."

Everyone: "!!!"

Lynn calmly held the feather and explained, "The Matriarch was deeply aware that this operation might face interference from Plague Doctors, so she specially bestowed this feather upon me as a token. It contains the Matriarch's sacred authority and possesses the ability to discern all things!"

Everyone was greatly shaken and immediately turned in unison to face Lynn.

Because they too could feel the sacred aura of the Matriarch emanating from that feather.

Such a personal item.

If not given to someone she trusted extremely, how could it possibly be bestowed so easily?!

"Is this true?!" the Night Doctors exclaimed in astonishment.

Lynn gave a slight smile, adjusted his monocle, and said:

"It's true!"

Zuo Zuo raised her hand in confusion, "But wasn't this feather plucked by you, Brain..."

*Smack—*

Maintaining his smiling expression, before Zuo Zuo could finish her sentence, Lynn clapped his hands together loudly with a sharp smack, successfully applying a dizziness debuff to Zuo Zuo.

He suppressed her smoothly and seamlessly.

Then he shifted the topic with a sigh, saying:

"It's just a pity that this authority can't be widely distributed. Firstly, because the authority needs a suitable individual to match it, and secondly, because there aren't enough feathers."

"Otherwise, if everyone had one, those measly Plague Doctors would have been uprooted long ago."

Everyone was shocked.

Even White Night was repeatedly astonished, as he had never heard the Matriarch mention this.

Could what he said be true?

If it really was, then this would be an unexpected boon.

Looking at his serious and earnest expression, and then at the long golden feather in his hand, everyone immediately recalled the city-shaking Night Doctor inauguration ceremony.

And the image circulated in the Sight of the Matriarch descending with him, with the twelve-winged cumin-flavored roasted wings materializing behind him.

Even though they were cumin-flavored roasted wings.

But regardless of what kind of wings, the key point was twelve wings!

Under explicit prohibition, he still manifested twelve wings before the Matriarch and received her tacit approval. Wasn't the implication obvious enough?!

Even if he wasn't the Matriarch's son, he was definitely, without a doubt, of holy angel bloodline!

Otherwise, how could you explain why a mere intern Night Doctor could receive such extraordinary intimacy and favor from the Matriarch?

Clearly, they had recognized each other!

Combined with what he just said, why could only he use the authority of this feather?

Nonsense!

Without angel bloodline, you think you can use a holy angel's item? That's a joke! Is that feather something you can use?!

Everyone immediately sorted out the complex relationships involved, and the way they looked at Lynn immediately became different.

[Ding! Your reputation in the Night Doctor faction +1]

[Ding! Your reputation in the Night Doctor faction +2]

[Ding! Your reputation in the Night Doctor faction has reached: Respect. You have received an experience reward of 10,000.]

[Ding! Your level has reached 29!]

Lynn: "???"

Weird, is reputation this easy to grind?!

He actually just wanted to casually fabricate a reason to give a plausible explanation for his identification ability, while also curbing the spread of that atmosphere of suspicion in the camp.

How come after just casually saying a few words, he suddenly gained so many people's recognition?

Hesitantly holding the feather in his hand, Lynn said somewhat uncertainly:

"So... everyone believes what I said?"

Everyone firmly replied, "Of course we believe you."

[Ding! The crowd's trust in you +1]

[Ding! The crowd's trust in you +2]

[Ding! The crowd's trust in you +3]

Accompanied by the continuous system prompts ringing in his ears, Lynn (￣ω￣;) said:

"Then it's fine. Rest assured, as long as I'm here, things like traitors won't exist. So everyone must unite, work together against the external threat. If I identify a Plague Doctor, then everyone follow my lead and attack together, understood?"

Everyone thumped their chests heavily with one hand and said earnestly:

"Yes! We obey the command of the Holy Son!"

Lynn: "???"

Wait.

What's with this godforsaken title?!

Isn't that the kind of title given to cannon fodder characters who get trampled and crushed underfoot by the protagonist?!

Why are you calling me that?!

And why are you looking at me with that 'we totally understand' gaze?! Aren't you going to explain?!

...

Soon.

After Lynn used his special talents and eloquence to stabilize morale and eliminate the spread of that atmosphere of suspicion, they immediately began to move, preparing to rendezvous with the other camp.

Because delays could lead to complications, and the situation at Camp 3 was certainly not optimistic.

So they split into two groups. One group escorted the refugees away from this Cursed City, while the remaining few hundred Night Doctors, fully prepared, immediately set off under the coordination of White Night and Lynn, heading towards the rendezvous coordinates.

"Miss Puppet, when that Leviathan appeared, were you affected too?"

On the road, Lynn, wearing his plague doctor mask, walked along and glanced sideways at the empty space beside him.

An emotionless female voice sounded beside him.

"My consciousness suffered a great impact. It consumed a large amount of energy to suppress the influence of the Whispers. It was very uncomfortable."

Lynn calmly asked, "How much is left?"

Hei Xianyue's voice came through, "Forty-one percent."

Lynn glanced around at the flesh-covered ground and said, "After we rendezvous with them, find a secluded spot. I'll give you a few more charges, fill you right up."

"..."