“Exorcism?”

Li Ang and his teammates exchanged glances, unable to suppress a smile.

Players who had been struggling in the Sandplay Game for so long were not unskilled in combat.

Asking them to perform mysterious and seemingly profound rituals like occultists was probably beyond them,

But slaying ordinary demons and monsters was relatively easy.

“We can perform exorcisms.”

Li Ang said to Carpenter Hornburg with a straight face, “However, the ritual may have to be performed in the Eastern style. The specific method of exorcism will have to wait until we meet the magistrate.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Carpenter Hornburg couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Actually, I’ve heard a little about the magistrate’s son. I heard that a few months ago, when he returned from studying abroad, he encountered a hurricane while on a ship and accidentally fell into the sea.

At that time, the wind and rain were dangerous. Before the sailors could rescue him, the young master disappeared into the waves.

Everyone thought he was dead, but the next day, the rescue team found him unconscious on a remote island in the distance.

Under such harsh sea conditions, even a water-based spellcaster who was proficient in magic would have difficulty surviving, let alone the magistrate’s son, who was just an ordinary person.

Everyone said that this was the Queen’s blessing, but after the magistrate’s son returned to Mori, he often had nightmares, became somewhat mentally disturbed, and even made some strange and inappropriate actions in public,

Such as screaming loudly in social situations, streaking in public places, and shouting about anglerfish and devils.”

Carpenter Hornburg shook his head and sighed. “After that, the magistrate’s son was locked up in a secluded mansion and never came out to see outsiders again.

I guess the magistrate has been trying all sorts of ways to heal his son these past few months.”

“Anglerfish mermaids?”

Li Ang rubbed his chin with interest. “Well, that magistrate has probably already found a lot of spellcasters or occult experts. Meeting us this time is probably a desperate attempt.”

Carpenter Hornburg nodded awkwardly. “I guess so.”

In this fairytale world, there were also mentally ill people, such as professional hatters (18th-century hatters needed to use mercury to treat beaver fur, and they would inhale mercury fumes during this process, damaging their central nervous system and gradually becoming insane).

In the past, the major kingdoms basically treated mentally ill people as if they were possessed by demons, completely depriving them of their basic rights and sending them to prisons, temples, asylums, etc.,

They would handcuff and shackle them, tie them up or throw them into closed, narrow animal cages, and try to cure them with prayers and exorcisms—many patients could not survive the exorcism procedures that were comparable to torture.

After the Ice Queen implemented her rule, the situation of mentally ill people improved a lot. They would be sent to nursing homes with better environments, and they would receive more civilized and considerate treatment.

Doctors and society would not even call them mentally ill people, but would call them “those with mental differences” to show the inclusiveness of society.

That being said, the magistrate’s son becoming mentally ill was a real scandal.

Aside from the influence of his status,

The magistrate himself would not allow his son to be locked up in a nursing home with other madmen.

Li Ang thought for a while and said to Carpenter Hornburg, “If we can cure the magistrate’s son’s mental illness, the magistrate can help us clear out the cathedral and let us worship alone, right?”

The paper mill owner nodded. “That’s right.”

Li Ang exchanged glances with his teammates, turned his head, and said to Carpenter Hornburg, “Okay. Go back and inform the magistrate’s secretary first. We’ll prepare the materials needed for the exorcism ritual.”

Carpenter Hornburg nodded and walked out of the room.

————

In the afternoon, Halifax Taylor, the magistrate of Mori City, was sitting formally dressed on the sofa in the living room on the second floor of his villa.

He was a slightly fat middle-aged man with short, silver-gray hair, a high and broad forehead, and a monocle on his straight nose. His face was stern.

Sitting next to him was the distinguished magistrate’s wife—like her husband, the elegant and luxurious magistrate’s wife, Monrisa Taylor, also exuded the aura of a superior person, but the sorrow and lack of sleep in the corners of her eyes could not be concealed by mere cosmetics.

The two big figures maintained a reserved and indifferent attitude, talking in low voices,

Until the door was knocked “dong dong,” the magistrate gently patted the back of his wife’s hand. “Come in.”

The magistrate’s private secretary came in. He whispered a few words in the magistrate’s ear, and after receiving his approval, he went out and brought in a few Eastern monks.

It must be said that the magistrate was really taken aback when he saw these Eastern monks for the first time.

The leading Eastern youth was wearing a brightly colored red kasaya and a self-made Vairocana hat.

The second one who came in was a middle-aged white man. His face was covered with short yellow hair that he didn’t know where he got it from, and he was only wearing a pair of tiger-skin shorts all over his body.

The third one who came in was an old black man. He was wearing an open, loose coat, revealing his chest hair in a very unrestrained manner.

The fourth and fifth were Latin youth carrying bags, and a white woman wearing particularly revealing clothes.

In the words of this world, the attire of these people was primitive, natural, and full of personality.

Unfortunately, the magistrate and his wife had not read Journey to the West and could not get the point of these outfits.

The other players did get it, especially Bob, who strongly protested why he had to be cosplayed as Zhu Bajie. He felt that he had once again been subjected to some wonderful and indescribable discrimination.

This protest was finally rejected by Li Ang on the grounds that “only by dressing like this will they think that we are really capable.”

Just as Li Ang expected, after a brief surprise, the magistrate still decided to stand up and nod to these strange-looking monks.

And Li Ang also introduced his disciples under the guidance of the secretary.

“Master Dao, I don’t know what method you plan to use to treat my child.”

Perhaps because she loved her son so much, the magistrate’s wife tightly grasped her husband’s arm and asked directly.

“Well…”

Li Ang groaned and said seriously, “Our Eastern exorcism generally uses the four methods of observation, auscultation and olfaction, interrogation, and pulse diagnosis to observe their five colors, listen to their five sounds, ask their five desires and five flavors, and diagnose their cun kou to know their disease.

The medical plan for your son can only be concluded after we have seen his specific situation.”