Nightingale: Then I'll Have to Sacrifice My Looks

No matter how many times he looked at the Blood Moon in the sky, Liu Zheng felt a faint shudder.

A Higher Being like the Moon Demon was hidden within Yate's Blood Moon. What kind of horror was hidden within Metropolis's Blood Moon?

Fortunately, no matter what Unnamable things existed beyond cognition, the Supreme Speaker and his City Hall protected the residents of Metropolis with the coldest rationality and the strictest rules.

Like an old-fashioned priest wielding a whip, along with his beautiful and delicate nuns.

"Stop staring at the moon unless you want to be locked up in a mental hospital."

Nile Doctor warned him.

"Metropolis has mental hospitals too?"

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

Given the mental state of Metropolis's residents, mental illness for them was probably equivalent to having their Sanity Value drop to zero.

"It does, but it's more like a detention center than a mental hospital."

Nile Doctor said.

"Detaining what?"

"Those lunatics. Some go mad from worshipping gods, some from eating, some from researching things. The reasons are all kinds of bizarre, and the symptoms come in every variety."

Nile Doctor shrugged.

"Wow, Doctor, you're pretty cultured."

He looked at him with newfound respect.

"I am Ra's priest, a scholar, a doctor, a collector of ancient texts, a recorder of history, and a disseminator of foreign cultures."

"Stop, stop. My ears don't have room for that many people."

Liu Zheng cut Nile Doctor off.

"Hmph, how rude. Short-lived species."

Nile Doctor shot him a look.

"As if you weren't the same before. Stop going off topic and keep talking about the mental hospital."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes back at him.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you. In the past, I would've tossed you into a sarcophagus