Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 106 The Death of Zillingus
On the very night Cecilia drank the potion and became an extraordinary being, in the house two doors down—number 2 Narcissus Street—the Moretti family was discussing the most popular play of the moment.

"The newspapers are all saying that 'The Return of the Count' is a play worth seeing. It has already set records in Backlund, running for dozens of shows to packed houses. Now the company is on tour and will soon be coming to Tingen. I think we shouldn't miss this opportunity."

"Today is Monday, so we can buy tickets for Saturday night and go experience pop art as a family."

Klein earnestly said that he was trying to persuade his brother Benson and sister Melissa to go to a theatrical performance. Since his transmigration, he had been busy dealing with all sorts of events and rarely had the opportunity to enjoy entertainment.

Yes, Rosanne said that Luzer has already taken his sister there, and the two had a memorable and wonderful time at the theater. I can't fall behind, although watching a play isn't as immersive as watching a movie. It's just that Emperor Roselle wasn't powerful enough to usher the world into the electrical age.
He mentally mocked his colleagues and the time-traveling predecessor.

Looking towards his family, Benson was already interested, but Melissa was still hesitant. Klein knew his sister liked mechanics, so he used a mechanic supporting character from the show to attract her, successfully changing her mind.

Just as he was feeling smug about how he was gradually figuring out how to persuade Melissa, a buzzing sound suddenly came to his ears, and he felt dizzy.

Someone was praying to him.

After that, Klein made an excuse to leave, went into the bedroom and locked the door, creating a spiritual wall to seal the room. Then he took four steps backward, chanted a spell, and came to the gray fog to receive the information.

It turns out that Audrey, the "Justice," was relaying this message to him seven times: she had encountered someone resembling Zillingus at the ball she was attending.

—Zilingus is one of the seven pirate generals. He has infiltrated Backlund, his purpose unknown. Previously at the Tarot Conference, Alger the Hanged Man had offered a bounty on his whereabouts.

Upon receiving the news, Klein did not delay and immediately transmitted the relevant footage to Alger.

After that, he leaned back in the bronze chair and tapped the tabletop thoughtfully with his fingers.

Why would Zillingus be at the ball organized by Duke Negan? Could it be that he intends to assassinate one of the guests? He would need to hire a pirate general, and the target might very well be the Duke himself.

It's likely that this involves a power struggle among high-ranking officials.

Klein shook his head, giving up on this brain-teasing activity. Just as he was about to leave the gray fog, a thought suddenly struck him, and he remembered Mrs. Sharon's case from before.

The divination was ineffective due to interference from the ritual. Although Luze later provided directions for the investigation, they still couldn't pinpoint the culprit. Perhaps they could try again here?
Thinking of this, Klein immediately conjured up paper and pen, wrote the divination phrase "the true culprit who killed Mrs. Sharon" on the white paper, then silently recited it seven times, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and entered a dream.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The next morning, Luze got up early. He hadn't slept well the night before, worried about Cecilia.

Ideally, we should find an opportunity soon to create a life form in a bottle to ensure my sister won't be harmed by the flesh bomb. It would be best to do this outside the house, in a place where Ms. M can't see it directly.

Lu Ze looked at the black thread wrapped around his finger.

The goddess also gave him one more chance to block Ms. M's surveillance, which he planned to use on Cecilia to lift her curse. This was the only witch's heart they had found so far, and he prioritized giving it to his sister. As long as his sister's life was no longer threatened, his freedom would be greatly enhanced.

He left his home, boarded a public carriage, and, as always, refused the kindness of strange women, headed to Blackthorn Security Company.

"Breaking News! Breaking News! Hurricane Admiral Ziringus has been killed in Backlund!"

"Breaking News! Breaking News! Hurricane Admiral Ziringus has been killed in Backlund!"

As the carriage approached the intersection of Zorand Street, Luze suddenly heard the cries of newsboys hawking their wares. They waved newspapers and called out as they circled the carriage.

Zilingus? He seems to be one of the seven pirate generals. Wasn't he at sea? Why would he die in Backlund? Luzer was puzzled. After getting off the bus, he took out a penny and bought the Tingen Morning Post from the newsboy.

Unfolding the newspaper, the headline read: "Great Pirate Ziringus Killed by Duke's Bodyguard in Backlund." The news article was brief, merely providing specific details.

A notorious pirate who ravaged the seas has ventured to the capital, the most powerful city in the nation, to assassinate a high-ranking duke. If you say there's nothing fishy about that, I don't believe you.

Lu Ze shook his head, thinking to himself.

In his understanding, these great pirates and grand dukes must all be extraordinary beings, and a fierce battle between extraordinary beings must have taken place at that ball.

His gaze drifted casually downwards as he slowly strolled towards the company.

Suddenly, after seeing an official notice, his body jolted. He stopped.

Official Wanted: Suspect in the Assassination of the Duke

The wanted poster had a photo attached to it, showing a middle-aged man with soft features and dark skin. His eyes held an indescribable sense of vicissitude, and he had a tiny black mole below his right ear.

Below the photo is information about the person.

Azik Eggers, a former history professor at Hoy University in Tingen, is suspected of involvement in the assassination plot against Duke Negan and his current whereabouts are unknown. Anyone who spots him can contact the local police for a substantial reward.
Was Mr. Azik involved in the assassination?

why?
Lu Ze was filled with surprise and confusion, but after a moment, he felt a sense of helplessness.

Regardless of whether Azik was actually involved in the assassination, he had originally thought that perhaps Klein could write to Azik and ask him to help him deal with Ms. M. Now it seems that this approach is not feasible.

If they insist on forcing communication, they might end up being tracked down by the people who are tracking Azik.

It seems I really have to rely on myself.

After putting away the newspaper, Luze took a few steps forward and saw Klein walking ahead of him, who also had a copy of the Tingen Morning Post tucked under his arm.

I wonder if he saw the news that Azik was wanted.
Lu Ze thought to himself, quickened his pace, and caught up with his colleague. "Good morning, Klein. You bought the newspaper too? Did you see the wanted poster at the bottom?"

Upon hearing the sound, Klein slowly turned his head, his expression somewhat complicated.

He looked at Lu Ze, his expression conflicted, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

What's wrong with Klein?
I understand. It must be because he was upset that his respected instructor, Azik, was wanted by the police.

Lu Ze reached out thoughtfully and patted the other man's shoulder, saying, "It's alright, Mr. Azik must have his reasons. You have to believe he's a good person."

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However, upon hearing his words, Klein, for some reason, wore an even more helpless, bitter smile.

(End of this chapter)