The internal situation of the Dusk Bell was intricate and complex.
No one had a clear understanding of the misfortunes that befell these hunters.
Speaking out about it, no one would believe them.
Yes...
These hunters were now spending their daily lives drifting between the bathroom and the Dusk Bell Church Headquarters.
They would have diarrhea without eating or drinking.
IV drips were utterly useless, and like an allergy, they only made the diarrhea worse.
And yet they couldn't find the cause of the problem.
It was tough on them.
Who would have thought that a group of formidable hunters would suffer such torture?
Creak...
The sound of a door opening.
Matthew walked out of the bathroom, a trace of exhaustion flashing across his aged face.
Illness could make one a good doctor.
Although Matthew had not found a solution to this strange, almost curse-like diarrhea, he had deduced a pattern over the past few days.
Eat small meals.
Drink less hot water.
