Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 131 The Half-Mad Shepherd
"Ms. Anna, what happened?"

The girl called Cecilia asked.

"My man."

Compared to the beautiful young woman, the woman covered in grease felt somewhat ashamed. But the most important thing now was that her husband was seriously injured, so she quickly explained and said, "They all say you can heal the seriously injured. I have no other choice but to come to you. Please have mercy and save my husband."

Her voice was filled with anxiety and pleading.

Although the idea of ​​healing a seriously injured person sounds incredibly fantastical, like something out of a fairy tale, the unusual girl before her and the strange atmosphere surrounding her family make her willing to seize this slim chance.

The girl's gaze passed over the woman's shoulder, looked at the injured limping Jack, and then turned back to the woman in front of her.

"Okay."

she says.

A buzz of excitement rose in the crowd, and signs of panic emerged as people exchanged surprised glances. Although rumors had been circulating for some time, seeing the other party agree so easily still seemed unbelievable to them.

"That"

Hope shone in the woman's eyes.

"But do you remember the compensation I mentioned?"

"Of course I remember, I've already sent my child to get it."

"That's good."

"Then, should I have them carry my man inside?"

The woman asked tentatively, but the workers seemed reluctant to answer. Although they didn't know the specifics, the room was clearly not a pleasant place, and they didn't want to go in.

"It's alright, you don't need to go in."

The girl descended the steps and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, approached the injured, limping Jack and bent down. Despite her seemingly slender frame, she easily lifted Jack, a body that would have taken several workers to carry, and steadily carried him back into the house.

She turned back before entering the house.

"Please wait outside, and no matter what happens, do not come in."

The shadows covered her face, making her words sound eerie.

No one dared to answer.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

A few minutes of silence followed.

People looked at each other nervously, then turned their gaze to the woman at the front, whispering amongst themselves about how she was "out of her mind" and how "that family is horrible."

The woman waited anxiously, her hands clenched tightly together as if grasping at a sliver of hope. Her child, carrying a basket of fresh fish, stumbled in, about to call out "Mom," but she pulled him back, forbidding him to speak.

The silence was unbearable. After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally opened again.

"crunch-"

The sound of the door opening startled the woman. Looking up, she saw the stunningly beautiful young woman supporting her husband, who was still deathly pale and unconscious, but his legs...
"Jack!"

Overwhelmed with unbelievable joy, the woman screamed and rushed over to catch the man. She saw that his previously crushed leg had returned to its normal shape and was now wrapped in bandages. Although the bandages were stained with blood, it was so much better than the horrific state it had been in before!

The crowd looked at the healed man with surprise and uncertainty, and when they looked at the girl, their eyes held a mixture of awe and fear.

"His leg was saved, but he lost a lot of blood and needs to rest for a while."

She announced.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The woman sobbed uncontrollably.

"You're welcome, the doctor is my brother."

The girl said, taking the fresh fish from the woman, "Well then, let's stop here."

No one in the crowd dared to stop her or ask her any questions; they simply let her go back into the house and close the door.

"Jack, you've survived!"

The woman said excitedly that as long as her husband was alive, her family still had a chance to survive. Although her husband needed to rest, with that sulphur and the money she had earned, they would be able to make ends meet for a few days.

She saw hope again!
People gathered around and helped her carry the man home. No one noticed the strange look on the man's pale face; a hint of terror lingered in his eyes, as if he had just witnessed something extremely horrific.

After closing the door, the beautiful young woman, carrying a basket full of fresh fish, stepped into the living room.

The living room curtains were drawn and the lights were off, making it very dark.

On the sofa in the living room sat a man encased in a straitjacket. In the darkness, his azure eyes reflected a faint light.

The darkness of the room couldn't conceal the man's handsome face, though he seemed somewhat strange, his expression slightly crazed. He was muttering to himself, reciting obscure and ancient poems in a mystical language:

"The Lord descended into the world and proclaimed, 'I have come, and all rebellion will be punished.' His sword awoke from blood, and there was nothing red left on earth."

The filthy, blasphemous sounds vibrated like invisible blades, shaking the surrounding air.

The girl, carrying a basket, approached calmly. The veins on her face bulged rapidly and turned black. Even so, she didn't stop until she stood before the man.

"elder brother."

She said, pressing a fresh fish to the man's lips.

The man's hazy consciousness returned, and he opened his mouth and bit into the fish.

"brush!"

The fish meat melted rapidly, like a candle exposed to high heat, turning into a clean skeleton within seconds. The girl put down the fish bones, picked up another fresh fish, and repeated the process until the man had devoured the entire basket of fish.

After eating a basket of fish, the man's lips turned a bright red, but the red color quickly faded.

"call--"

He let out a long sigh of relief, his expression returning to normal, and his previous madness dissipated considerably. He stopped reciting epics about gods and instead quieted down, smiling and winking at his sister.

"How are you doing, Lu Ze? Do you feel like you've digested the potion?"

The girl put down the basket, untied the belt from his straitjacket, and asked him with concern.

"I don't feel much change. It seems that the key to digesting the 'Rose Bishop' potion is not in this."

Luze Rondor, feeling the changes within his body, shook his head and said.

"That's it"

The girl's voice lowered slightly, "It's a pity we couldn't cure your half-madness. And because of this attempt, we also exposed our own peculiarities. I estimate that we won't be able to stay here for long."

"It's alright, little sister, don't worry."

Lu Ze chuckled, "No matter what, I am now a Sequence 5 Shepherd. Although my condition is unstable, as long as I digest it slowly, I will get better sooner or later."

After comforting his sister, he looked around and couldn't help but sigh.

I've actually ended up in Backlund!
he thinks.

(End of this chapter)