Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 146 The Talkative "Pharmacist"

"any drinks?"

Behind the bar, the bartender wiped a glass with a not-so-clean white cloth and asked casually.

Lu Ze didn't speak, but instead scanned the crowd.

Gang leader Charles wasn't lying; there were indeed extraordinary beings here. The Shepherd's Potion within him was energizing, sensing the presence of "lambs" nearby.

The fat man arguing with someone at the back table, the man observing the entire tavern from the corner—their souls, imbued with an extraordinary quality, shone brightly in Luze's eyes.

"Want something to drink?"

The bartender emphasized his question and asked again.

"A Southwell beer, please."

Lu Ze snapped out of his daze and said.

"Fourpence".

He tossed a fourpence coin, and the bartender brought him a glass of golden beer with fine foam.

Lu Ze glanced at the wine glass but didn't drink it.

It wasn't just because he was worried that drinking would lead to a loss of control, but also because the bartender's rag for wiping the glasses was too dirty for him to touch. Ordering this drink was just a symbolic "seat fee" to prevent the bartender from kicking him out.

Lu Ze sat at the bar, staring blankly at his glass, wondering how to make contact with these people.

Why can't I ever encounter someone who actively seeks out me and attacks me? That way I could retaliate, not only gaining a flock of sheep but also gaining access to their souls and entering the circle of extraordinary individuals. Or should I actively seek out trouble?
A dangerous thought crossed his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

These are things that the crazy people in the Aurora Club would do; he can't learn from them, as it might not be good for him to maintain his mental stability.

Alright, let's gather some information from them first.

By slightly relaxing his hearing, the sounds of the entire tavern immediately became louder, flooding Luze's ears like a tidal wave. Most of the sounds were the meaningless ramblings of drunkards. But the argument at the table behind him was somewhat different.

"I told you! Some wild beasts have suddenly appeared in the sewers and are guarding my medicinal herbs. Without the herbs, I can't concoct what you need!" The fat man with extraordinary abilities said in a low voice, his tone urgent and helpless. "Unless you can help me get rid of those wild beasts!"

"Those wild beasts are not as simple as you say!"

The man at the same table as the fat man said angrily, "I must be out of my mind to have believed your nonsense. None of the men I sent into the sewers have come back!"

"Hmph, perhaps they were too weak and couldn't beat the wild beasts, so they ran away and didn't dare to come back to you."

"I said, sticking my neck out."

"Bullshit! I'm not helping you anymore. Give me a straight answer: when can you get what I need ready?"

"If I can't get into the sewers, I'll have to start planting the herbs from scratch, which will take at least three months."

Three months? Are you kidding me!

The other side immediately flew into a rage, "One week at most, or you can forget about staying in Backlund! We have plenty of ways to get rid of you!"

After saying that, he got up and left with his men.

The round-faced fat man sat in the chair, took a sip of his drink, and then began to mutter curses under his breath. His face twitched as he hurled vulgarities, the gist of which was that he wanted to have inappropriate relationships with a series of the other man's female relatives.

He seems to be an extraordinary person capable of making potions.

Lu Ze seemed to be deep in thought, silently suppressing his hearing, just like turning down the volume when listening to music, and the fat man's curses immediately became quieter.

It's good that he's in trouble now; I can use this opportunity to get in touch with him. And since he can concoct medicines, I wonder if he can treat my mental state and create an effective medicine.

Lu Ze waited at the bar for a while until the fat man had a few more drinks and left slightly tipsy before getting up from the bar.

It was already dark outside the bar. Lu Ze went out, and seeing that no one was around, he turned into a shadow and followed behind the fat man.

"Oh shit!"

Stepping out of the bar, the fat man mumbled a drunken curse. Instead of leaving immediately, he began to stroll leisurely. His eyes frequently swept over the various scantily clad streetwalkers, and a lecherous smile quickly spread across his face. Lu Ze was speechless.

You have urgent business to attend to, how can you still have the mood to look for prostitutes!

Considering that if he didn't talk to him soon, Lu Ze would be busy negotiating prices and wouldn't have time to pay attention to him, he had no choice but to break free from the shadows and take the initiative to speak, "You really have a lot of free time. You've already been given a deadline, and you're still thinking about finding a streetwalker."

"Ah! Who!"

The fat man was startled by Lu Ze's sudden appearance behind him. As he turned around, his chubby hand reached into his pocket and grabbed something.

"Don't be nervous, I don't intend to do anything to you."

Lu Ze said, "I only overheard your conversation in the bar earlier, so I came out to find you. Are you an extraordinary being who can concoct potions?"

Hearing Lu Ze's words, the fat man relaxed a little. He looked Lu Ze up and down, then started chuckling strangely.

"Hey buddy."

Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he said to Lu Ze, "Although I am a pharmacist, I can't cure mental illness. Someone like you should go to a mental hospital. If you cooperate with the treatment honestly, you might be able to delay losing control for a few more days."

What a cheeky mouth.

Luze looked at him calmly and unleashed the Shepherd's power.

The fat man, who was originally tipsy, suddenly felt that the man opposite him had become extremely terrifying. The space around him seemed to distort, and a thirsty and empty killing intent boiled, as if it wanted to devour his soul and flesh.

I'm going to be killed!
No, it's more terrifying than being killed; your entire body and mind will be devoured!
"what!"

The fat man's body jerked violently, and he sobered up considerably.

"Are you awake now?"

He heard the other person say calmly.

"Wake up, wake up."

He nodded hastily, took out a bottle of medicine from his waist pocket, tilted his head back and drank it. A strong smell of alcohol immediately emanated from his body, and his previously hazy eyes became clear.

Hangover cure? That's so convenient.

Lu Ze thought to himself, and asked the other party, "Your extraordinary ability allows you to see through my illness? Then can you concoct medicine to treat my mental condition?"

"I'm just a 'pharmacist,' I can treat physical ailments. For psychological problems, you'll have to go to those lunatics at the Psychological Alchemy Society."

The fat man said with a bitter face, never expecting that his casual, sarcastic remarks would offend someone he shouldn't have.

Where can you find a psychological alchemy society?

"I...I don't know. I've only heard my teacher mention such an organization," the fat man said honestly. "In your case, the most I can offer is some sedatives to help you stay calm."

The Alchemy of the Mind, I'll remember it.

Lu Ze glanced at him and asked, "How much is the potion?"

"You don't need to pay me, I just hope you can do me a favor."

The other person's eyes darted around. "I planted a batch of herbs in the sewers, and wild animals have appeared and eaten quite a few. If you can get rid of the wild animals, I can provide you with the medicine for free."

You've got some nerve, making demands like that. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?

"can."

Lu Ze thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "In addition, you need to provide me with a few pieces of information."

Since this guy is a pharmacist, he should have some contact with the local circle of extraordinary individuals, so he has achieved his expected goal.

(End of this chapter)