Looking at Mist's anxious look, Frye realized something, and he began to ask Mist some questions, especially during yesterday's assassination, Mist was a well-trained leader of the Dark Crows.

, there was no movement at all.

"This is already an early symptom of depression, Mist, you are sick."

Mist looked at Frye in shock, not knowing what depression Frye was talking about because he had never heard of it before.

"Come on Mist, come back with me first, and if you want, have a good talk with me."

Mist looked at Fry doubtfully.

"Ever thought about death?"

Mist hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"Let you be my first patient here, Mist. Your condition is very serious. If you continue to work, you will die."

Frye has seen countless patients with depression, and most of them chose to commit suicide in the end. There is no drug that can treat this disease. If you can't get out of the depressed atmosphere, you will definitely die.

Soon the two returned to the house, and at this time a man wearing a crow mask hurried over.

"Lord Mist, High Priest Laika wants you to come over."

Mist nodded and followed.

"Can you let me come with you?"

Mist hesitated, knowing that there must be some important order for him to carry out.

"You are sick Mist. If you fail to realize how serious this problem is, you will live in pain and suffering in the years to come, and eventually die."

Mist nodded.

The two went up the stairs directly opposite the hall. Mist led Fry and walked to the right. After a while, they came to a dark corridor on the second floor. Mist walked over and walked familiarly.

The door to a room opened in the darkness, accompanied by rustling sounds and a faint light blue light. Mist knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Why did you let Fry follow you?"

Laika's voice sounded a little tired, and Frye took a step forward, but at this time a large number of black and red tentacles stood up.

"Fry, please leave, now is..."

"Mist is sick, Miss Laika."

Laika, who was opposite and enveloped in a faint blue light, looked very impatient. She looked at Mist, who was kneeling on one knee with her head lowered.

"You should tell Mist earlier that you are sick and let me help you relieve your pain, so..."

"Please stop, Miss Laika."

Frye stretched out his hand to block some of the tentacles reaching for Mist.

"He is not sick physically, he is sick mentally."

Laika said with a smile.

"Everyone here is mentally ill to some extent."

"I have just diagnosed Mist as suffering from depression. I suggest to Miss Laika that you let Mist take a good rest. If he continues to work, he will die."

Laika looked at Frye in surprise.

"I am a psychiatrist, and I am also the leading doctor in the city where I came from!"

The tentacles that were intended to touch Mist's body began to retract.

"You go out first Mist."

Mist closed the door after leaving. At this time, Frye looked at Laika seriously.

"It seems like this disease existed in your time."

Laila nodded, her expression slightly sad.

"Depression! Why Mist."

Frye sighed helplessly.

"There should be a lot of people suffering from depression here, in such a depressing and dull city."

Laika nodded. Suicides have always been common here. Laika also knew what happened, but she never told anyone that it was caused by mental illness.

"Although faith can sometimes transcend everything, especially unwavering faith, what is needed to build this faith is stories that can inspire people again and again. But what about people's perceptions? Miss Laika, have you considered

Have you ever? At some point, there will always be people whose cognition goes beyond the control of their beliefs, and once these people recognize something clearly, it is easy for the deep-rooted beliefs in their hearts to begin to shake, and then collapse bit by bit."

"Are you accusing me Fry?"

Frye shook his head.

"I'm not blaming you, Miss Laika. Mist is the leader of the Dark Crows whom you have worked so hard to train. He is only 30 years old now. If it's convenient, can I ask about the next leader?"

Laika said after thinking quietly for a while.

"Still under development."

"Miss Laika, I hope you give me some time. I have a way to completely cure Mist, but now..."

Laika said with a somewhat angry expression.

"We'll talk about it after this operation. Okay, Fry, you can leave."

Frye could see that Laika was in a hurry, as if there was something big that needed to be dealt with.

"Let me replace Mist, Miss Laika. I am strong enough to handle everything here."

"Why?"

Laika looked at Frye who was smiling in shock.

"Because I don't want to see a poor patient going to work when he is sick. As a doctor, I will never allow it."

Laika laughed.

"It seems that you are a very good doctor Fry, but this time things are a bit complicated."

"You just need to tell me the target, and ask your men to help take me there."

Laika slowly moved in front of Frye, staring at Frye.

"I need Mist to lead the elites of the Dark Crows to destroy some rebels."

"I can defeat them, but I won't kill them. What you do with them is your business, okay?"

Laika hesitated for a while and then nodded slightly.

"If you can subdue them all, the number will be huge, thousands of them."

Fry smiled and nodded.

"Just give me a few days. No one here can pose any threat to me."

Frye said as he raised a hand, and a trace of scarlet particles floated out of his fingertips.

"Go and explain to Mist, I will take you there directly, because I cannot move in the light, and those rebels are in the light, do they have any requirements or conditions? Fry?"

Fry thought for a while and then said with a smile.

"Although I really want to know how you control this kind of plant, Miss Laika, I don't need any big reward, as long as you can cure Mist, it is enough."

Laika hummed, and then Frye left the room. Laika looked at the man in disbelief. Although Laika had hesitated repeatedly before, this time the problem would not be a small one. Many people would die, but

Now we have to eradicate those rebels.

If the rebels continue to be rampant, they will not be able to deal with them. They are very aware of the weaknesses of the priests. The last time they attacked the garbage dump, three priests died.

In the eyes of the rebels, Laika knew very well that he was just a monster, not a messenger of God. Laika could no longer spare much energy to manage everything in the city. He was resisting the monster in his body every day. It had already

She is becoming more and more hungry. Laika knows very well that if she continues like this, she will swallow her up. But before she is swallowed up, she must solve the current problems, re-plan everything in the city, and finally give herself the power.

Only the blood of the city can continue to survive.

The reason why Laika takes this issue so seriously is because the bloodline that was stolen must be brought back.

"Fry!"

Mist looked at Frye in shock. He didn't know what to say, and suddenly felt a warmth in his heart.

"Miss Laika has agreed to my request. Just take a good rest, Mister. I will complete Miss Laika's mission on your behalf."

"No, Fry, that's too harsh. Those rebels are not just weak and incompetent, they..."

Frye laughed.

"Maybe you don't know how strong we mutants are. If you believe me, just take a good rest. If you have nothing to do, you can go for a walk in the forest every day, or go to a pub on the street for a drink."

Mist didn't know what to say. He looked at Fry gratefully. He really didn't want to continue to perform some Laika tasks, because although each task was different, the nature was the same. He wanted to go

Kill some people.

Every time Mist would think of his childhood, in that cage, the companions he grew up with fell down one by one. Mist clearly knew that although he did not kill them, he did so because he was more powerful than them.

His ability has passed the test again and again, and he just wants to survive, especially as the food will decrease with the decrease of the number of people, so if he wants to survive, he must be stronger than others.
To be continued...