[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Xion Is A Lunatic?

Every prisoner inside had long since resigned themselves to their hellish fate.

The peacekeepers rarely spoke to them. Their only form of interaction was delivering beatings or tossing in a fresh unfortunate soul.

But today...

Today was different.

A young man with disheveled dark hair sat cross-legged on the bloodstained floor. The prisoners had assumed that the color was dark purple as they could not properly see it due to the dim light.

The young man with a tender, innocent face looked completely unbothered by the horror surrounding him.

With curious equally dark eyes, he leaned forward. He picked up a small twig from the floor and traced it along the smooth surface of a chained skeleton’s ribs.

"Look at this, brother." Xion tapped the bones lightly, "See how the ribcage curves inward? This suggests prolonged malnourishment. The sternum is slightly concave... probably due to excessive beatings in the past. And see these marks?"

He pointed at faint scratches on the bones. "Signs of rodent activity. Tsk. Poor guy must’ve been dinner for a couple of hungry rats."

Allen instantly went into student mode. He directly sat near Xion, trying to see the broken bones up close.

The other prisoners stared in disbelief. Some of them had spent weeks, even months, in this hellhole.

The mere sight of the skeleton was enough to keep them awake at night, yet here was this lunatic... treating it like a scenic spot?

There was even a smile on the prettier one’s face!

A scrawny, battered man in the corner shuddered. "T-That guy’s insane..." he whispered.

"Forget insane," another prisoner muttered. "That’s not how normal people react! What the hell he’s doing, and why is he so happy?!"

Now forgive Xion, but how could he not be happy?

He had been teaching Allen and Noxian about bones by sketching them. But nothing can beat the real thing.

Now, that he had a free skeleton, and time on his hand, of course, he was going to use it properly.

A silly teacher and his ever-dedicated student completely forgot about the prison head and his cronies standing outside the cell.

The burly head guard who had thrown them inside stood by the iron bars.

He was waiting to see the pretty boy terrified by the view, to scream, to beg.

Only then would he let him out, and of course, he had to indirectly ’say’ that it was due to the benevolence of the prince that he was letting Xion out.

And yet... Their previous grins were frozen in place. Their intimidation tactic was failing spectacularly right in front of their eyes.

And then, as if the absurdity hadn’t reached its peak, Xion sighed in disappointment.

"Honestly, this skeleton is in terrible condition. The bones are brittle, probably due to the lack of sunlight and poor diet. If this were a university cadaver, it wouldn’t even pass inspection."

"What is Unibersity Kadaver?" The head asked one of the peacekeepers who only shook his head.

No one knew what it meant, not even Allen. But unlike the baffled prisoners and stupefied peacekeepers, the Alchemist had experience in ignoring his teacher’s absurd vocabulary.

Allen was actually glad that Xion acted like this. After all, it was much better than watching him panic.

Somewhere in the cell, a man was on the verge of sobbing. "Oh god... oh god... we’re locked in with lunatics..."

Ignoring the words, Xion pointed at the pelvis while explaining "The pelvic bone is narrow, typically a male trait. If it were a female skeleton, it would be wider to allow for childbirth. See this?"

He tapped the femur. "And the muscle attachment sites here suggest he was once quite strong. Given the condition of his teeth, he was probably in his mid-thirties when he died."

"Fascinating." Allen nodded along. If he had his pages with him, Allen would have been jotting down the notes with fervour.

A nearby prisoner clutched his head, whispering, "No, no, no... you don’t encourage the madness..."

The burly peacekeeper finally could not hold back. He took a step forward, scowling. "Oi. What the hell are you two talking about?!"

Xion turned to him with a bright smile. "Ah, would you like to join in too?"

"Shut up!" The peacekeeper barked, his face red with frustration. "Do you think this is a joke?! You’re standing in a pit of death!"

Xion tilted his head. "Yes, and?"

Then, in a quiet voice, someone muttered, "...What the hell are you two?" To make even the prison guard angry and survive... This was really not a small feat!

Xion sighed. Life never goes as planned.

However, there was something much more thrilling waiting for Xion. Something that would choke him from the sheer shock.