Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

At this moment.

When Ryan learned that his immediate superior, Director Duwei, was actually His Excellency the Duke.

He was not puzzled or confused.

Instead, he became even more excited.

"I just knew it, the director must be no ordinary person, he's actually a duke, that's so freaking awesome!"

"Oh my, my boss Ryan is actually a duke."

"Goodness gracious!"

"If my director is a duke, then what's the point of pursuing promotions and raises? The mere position of a psychiatric hospital director does not suit the identity of Doctor Ryan."

At that moment, Ryan's face glowed with pride.

He thought to himself, "The director has always been satisfied with me, and he's a duke, maybe if I work hard for a while longer, I could also snag a title for myself."

"With the director's temperament, at the very least I, Ryan, could be a baron!"

Hmm...

It feels so good to have someone powerful above you!

Matthew on the other hand was very puzzled.

He looked at Ryan with a doubtful expression and asked in a deep voice, "You didn't know the identity of His Excellency the Duke before?"

Since Ryan knew his real name.

Then he must be one of His Excellency the Duke's men.

But the way he spoke seemed to reveal that he didn't actually know...

When Ryan heard Matthew's words.

He snorted coldly and arrogantly retorted, "Is there a problem? What's it to you if I didn't know? Watch your tone when you speak to me, I'm telling you, I am a baron!"

Matthew's face darkened, "You've already revealed it just now, you are not any baron, moreover, His Excellency the Duke is just an honorific, not an actual title."

Ryan disdainfully said, "You know nothing, my director is a duke, how long have you even known the director? Do you even know what a duke is?"

Matthew scrutinized Ryan with a skeptical gaze.

He tried to find loopholes in the other's words.

Even trying to deduce more information.

Yet he deduced nothing.

Ryan, however, had a smug look on his face and said in a very arrogant tone, "Let me tell you, Matthew, your secret, my director knows it all, he told me everything, you've offended me, Baron Ryan today, I'll definitely make the director take my side and teach you a good lesson."

Matthew temporarily believed that Ryan was His Excellency the Duke's man.

But he didn't believe the so-called baron title at all.

A mental illness hunter could be a baron?

No, His Excellency the Duke wasn't a duke at all.

Matthew said directly with a cold voice, "Ryan, although I don't know why His Excellency the Duke placed you in Dusk Bell, for his sake, I won't take issue with you this time."

"However, I hope you can relay a message to His Excellency the Duke, just say that as an elder who has lived from the Victorian Era, I very much want to meet with him."

Ryan scratched his head, "What's the Victorian Era? I've only heard about Victoria's secrets."

Truth be told,

during his time at Hill Psychiatric Hospital, Ryan lived very comfortably.

He was virtually unrestrained.

He could freely interact with many of the mentally ill patients, although in his worldview, those patients were mostly normal people.

But some people, when chatting, didn't mind him.

Thus, he actually heard about Victoria's secrets.

But Matthew was different.

As an antique who had lived from the Victorian Era to the present,

Matthew really wasn't accustomed to the modern stuff.

He could only use phones to make calls, watch TV, and using the internet was almost nonexistent for him.

So,

Matthew looked at Ryan with an odd gaze, "What secrets are there in the Victorian Era?"

Ryan said with contempt, "You don't know Victoria's secrets? It's a pity that you've lived so long, it's really... really disappointing."

Matthew replied with a dark face, "Indeed, I don't."

Ryan said proudly, "If you really want to know, I could tell you, but you must pay me back the twenty billion you owe me for medical fees. Otherwise, I won't tell you."

Twenty billion...

A buzzing noise rang in Matthew's head.

He snorted coldly, turned his head, and walked away.

"I will find out."

...

After Matthew left,

Ryan looked out at the street outside the Dusk Bell Church and suddenly scratched his head.

Then, he took another glance at the door panel that Matthew had kicked to pieces, where the words "Hill Psychiatric Hospital Branch" had already completely split.

"What was the secret of the Victorian Era again?"

"I have a feeling that something is not quite right."

"It seems like I know two secrets, one of which was told to me by someone else, and the other seems like something I knew a long time ago."

The more he thought about it,

the more Ryan's head ached.

He held his head, his eyes becoming somewhat piercing.

"That secret seems very important to me."

"I... Why can't I remember it?"

"Could it be..."

"I've lost my memory?"

Upon uttering the last sentence, Ryan's face turned somewhat strange, "Let me analyze this, Matthew has lived from the Victorian Era to the present time, and the director is also from that era."

"They are both very ancient beings."

"So, the director is His Excellency the Duke."

"And, as the most trusted subordinate of the director, I, Ryan, have lost my memory."

"This indicates that I have an extraordinary past."

Ryan's expression changed slightly.

He looked up at the sky.

Just at that moment, the sun began to rise, sweeping the overcast away.

Ryan suddenly had an epiphany.

"Damn it, Matthew, that broke-ass is really fooling me, I must have been a baron before, I am an aristocrat!"

"What a load of crap being a director, I'm not doing it anymore!"

"It's not interesting at all, I'm going to call the director, I want to restore my noble status!"

Having said that,

Ryan proudly lifted his head and walked towards the interior of Dusk Bell Church.

And just at that moment,

inside Dusk Bell Church...

Those who were squatting on the toilets or hanging on drip founders all felt a wave of relief.

Yes...

They were liberated.

But the next second,

Ryan walked in and said, "From now on, I declare the entire Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital to be the private domain of Baron Ryan."

"Once I restore my noble status with the director, everyone within this domain will be slaves to Baron Ryan."

"If you don't speak up, I will take it as your default."

"After all, I am a benevolent aristocrat."

No one heard his words.

But somehow, a chill appeared in their hearts.

It's a bit cold...

The whole Dusk Bell Church also changed imperceptibly in a silent, profound way.

What would the domain of a mentally ill person look like?

Probably something that normal people can't comprehend at all.

And a mental illness hunter with the power of 'Wishful Thinking' might well turn the entire Dusk Bell Church into something bizarre.

...

Meanwhile, at this very moment,

Matthew had returned to his room.

He couldn't wait to find out what the secret of the Victorian Era was.

Soon,

he opened the hidden compartment within the walls.

Inside was a two-meter-tall crucifix, along with all sorts of miscellaneous items, with scattered books piled on a dusty table.

In the deepest part of the hidden room, spider webs were dense.

Many chains were bound to the crucifix, passing through those spider webs, and further inside was a spooky darkness.

But faintly visible was the outline of a middle-aged man who looked like a corpse, kneeling on the ground, his body pierced by chains.

After walking in, Matthew first cast a complicated glance at the middle-aged man.

Then he turned his head and walked over to the table.

He pushed aside all the books, and at the very bottom, there was a goose feather pen about thirty centimeters long...