Infinite Skin System: Starting as An Eldritch Knight-Chapter 43: The Patient

The woman was enchanted by Dracula’s charm. Or rather, his Level 10 Charisma Skill.

She froze for a few seconds before backing off suddenly. She was not a woman of lust. But for a split second there, she was filled with it.

"Apology for scaring you, Miss..."

"Orchard. Amelia Orchard." The woman said.

"You must be a physician, correct?" Carter said.

The woman blushed a little. Her smooth skin glistened under the sunlight.

"I’m not really a physician. I’m just a nurse..."

The beam of sunlight caught Carter’s hand and it burned him. He sneakily tucked his hand beneath his sleeves and stepped back.

He acted like he was bowing and giving the poster back to the nurse.

"I meant no disrespect. If you need it, it is yours."

He immediately turned around and disappointed into an alley.

"Wait! I didn’t..." Amelia raised her hands but he was already gone. "What a weird guy. Count Dracula, huh... Is he some kind of royalty?"

[SHADOW APOTHECARY EQUIPPED]

Carter found a secluded place and transformed into his new skin.

’I’m too eager to use Dracula. I need to dial that back a little. I should only use him at night’

Dracula was his new strongest skin. He wanted to test its power. But it seemed he didn’t have a chance yet.

He looked down and examined his new self.

Shadow Apothecary was a skinny and small man. Smallest in all of his current humanoid skins. He wore a white shirt and a pair of worker pants, perfectly integrated into this world’s culture.

He had a large wooden chest on his back and a bag in his hand. The chest must be the Brewer’s Chest while the bag was the Medical Kit.

Carter noticed a puddle in the alley and approached it.

’I also examined Ghost’s face like this when I first visited Terrorstate.’

The Apothecary had an ordinary face. Not handsome. Not threatening. But there was a certain softness and obsession to him.

He was kind, that’s for sure. But he also might commit unthinkable acts for the sake of medicine.

This was not the face of an all good doctor. It was the face of a mad man that could easily be consumed by his obsession. And his obsession was potion.

Carter raised his hand. His shadow climbed onto him and raised its own hand above his hand.

’Shadow Walker... It’s the perfect assistant.’

The shadow returned to the ground once he finished testing it.

’I have no wealth nor connections in this world. Better start building something first before hunting for shards.’

The notice on the bulletin board that he took was about some kind of possessed woman. She was taken over by ’demon’ and the poster was willing to give anyone that could cure her 100 pounds.

100 pounds was not a small fortune in this world.

’One pound is twenty shillings. A shilling is twelve pence. The coachman told me you can buy a pretty good dinner for one to two shillings. If that’s the case, 100 pounds should set me up for the rest of the journey.’

By using Ghost Clothes, Carter created a more respectable outfit for the Shadow Apothecary. Then he walked to the address of the house he had seen on the poster.

Carter gave the notice to Amelia because he already read everything on it.

The house in question was a large three-story building with round-shaped windows and intricate ornaments. The wooden door was shiny and polished.

This was a house of a rich and influential man or man.

’No wonder why they gave the reward as 100 pounds.’

Carter knocked on the door.

A servant opened the door and greeted him. It was an old man white grey beard.

"I’m here for Miss Fontaine." Carter said.

"And you are?" The servant pulled his glasses down. He had seen many physicians and doctors but none bring a giant chest with them like Carter.

"Doctor Emmanuel Hugo. At your service." Carter took off his top hat and said.

"Welcome, Dr. Hugo. I am Peter. Please come in."

This job was rather popular. Aside from Carter, there were twelve other practitioners that came.

"Please make yourself comfortable, Dr. Hugo."

Carter did. He put his chest down and sat down at an empty chair. The other physicians were all Mortals. None was Awaken.

They shared some curious glance toward Carter and his large chest.

Peter prepared a cup of tea and sat it down in front of Carter.

"Thank you."

He sat for a while and listened to all those theories the other physicians had. Carter didn’t say one word.

Suddenly, a physician walked down from the stairs.

"I can’t help her, sir Desilet. You’ll be better off with a priest."

The physician stormed out of the house, looking very distraught.

A man saw him off. An old man with a very large frame. His old age had defeated him now. But Carter knew he once had a muscular and capable body.

The man walked into the waiting room.

"Well. Another failure."

He looked at all the physicians and stopped at Carter. Their eyes met.

"You’re different." Charles said. "You were touched by the dark side."

Carter stood up gracefully. He ignored the comment and introduced himself, "Doctor Emmanuel Hugo, at your service."

"Charles Desilet." They shook hands.

"Where is the patient?" Carter said.

"Are you sure you want to do this? For Touched People like you, another exposure might cause a collapse."

Carter didn’t understand even one word Charles said.

"I am here to treat a patient and I will do just that."

Charles squinted his eyes before nodding, "Very well. Follow me."

They left. Carter picked up the chest and followed Charles.

"That seems heavy. Let me help you." Charles said.

"No worries, Mr. Desilet. I’m used to it." Carter said.

"You’re much stronger than you look, huh?"

The other physicians stood up and shouted.

"Hey! We’re here first!"

"Why did that guy get to go first?"

Peter stayed behind to calm the physicians while Charles led Carter to the second floor.

The patient was inside a bedroom. She was tied to the four corners of the bed. She had only a flimsy night gown on.

"What is she to you?" Carter said.

"She’s Florence Fontaine." Charls said. "The girl that killed my daughter."

Florence squirmed on the bed. She drooled constantly and pulled the ropes on her limbs. Her body twisted in an unnatural way that would kill most people.

"Florence is cursed by a demon." Charles said.

"No, she isn’t." Carter replied. He approached her on her bed. "She’s poisoned."