Chapter 92: Ball
Valens leaned against the walls of the main door, taking in the view of his clinic.
He’d been at it for some time, as there was a lot to appreciate about his own work after spending most of the morning and part of the afternoon going over the little details.
The circuit he managed with the manastones was expertly hidden from the eyes, with each stone having been cocked into the wall and covered with a layer of stone shaped like a star that had six pointy ends. Through the tiny holes he opened in the edges of the star, mana poured from the manastones in a gentle sprinkle.
There was a long stretch in the middle of the door, with a chair by its side, while a grand cabinet dominated the whitewashed back wall, filled with glass vials. Most of them were empty, but after securing the ingredients, Valens was confident that he could prepare the first batch of penicillin in a few days. Painkillers and antipyretics would follow if he could keep up with the demand.
And lastly, there was a wooden table Valens placed across the door, by the cabinet, occupied with his diary and a few empty papers, a quill and a pen, a bottle of ink, and one unassuming piece of cloth wrapped around a little sphere.
He glanced at it for a while, thinking whether he should tell about the sphere to the Templars, but for the third time, he decided against it.
I’m sure it will be fine. Dealing with souls is not a simple matter, after all. A tiny sphere is nothing in the face of opening ethereal gates hidden inside people’s chests.
If anything, it would serve the operation if he could see the fates of his patients by using this Sphere of Veiled Fates. He still had little idea about the functions of this Cursed Artifact, but could there be a better place than his clinic to try out this thing?
It’ll be fine.
Right.
With most of the preparations already handled, Valens was left with one thing on his calendar: the mysterious invite he had received out of the blue.
He inquired about the nature of this invitation without disclosing that he was invited to what seemed like a secret meeting, and learned that Anguier Street was one of the most famous streets of Belgrave, situated in the wealthiest part of the city.