Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 155 The Manuscript's Whereabouts
Despite having been through a battle, Luze is still relatively conscious.

Just now, both the Hermit's Potion and the Rose Bishop's Potion within his body showed signs of digestion. In particular, a large portion of the Hermit's Potion was digested. In other words, his role as the "Hermit" was very successful.

After all, he had destroyed the mind of a Sequence 6 Beyonder, immersing the other party in faith in the true Creator until he was completely corrupted. This extreme and insane "missionary work" was a perfect performance.

As the potion was digested, his mental state improved, and he should be able to maintain a normal state for longer.

That's why Lu Ze had the confidence to continue participating in tonight's chaos.

After thinking for a moment, he went to the body.

We need to get rid of it.

Lu Ze thought to himself.

The best solution would actually be to devour the corpse and turn it into his own flesh and blood—most crazed shepherds would certainly do that. But Luze didn't want to do that, because he wasn't crazy, and eating people was somewhat disgusting; fresh fish or beef would suffice to replenish his flesh and blood.

Just throw it away.

So he lightly touched the corpse and activated flesh magic, causing the flesh and blood on the ground to gather, condense, and adhere to the original skeleton, forming something that resembled a human figure, without leaving any trace on the ground.

Lu Ze cut his finger with his nails and splattered the blood onto the gruesome corpse.

"call!"

Blood splattered into a mist, enveloping the corpse and faintly emanating a dark and sinister aura. He was using this to interfere with the divination, preventing anyone from finding clues about him on the body later.

"Tell your henchmen to throw this away. You gangsters should have experience disposing of corpses, right?"

After doing all this, Luze said to Charles.

The latter nodded immediately and turned to order his men to handle the aftermath. Although these men were afraid of corpses, they were even more afraid of Lu Ze, who had created them. They could only wrap the corpses up with grimaces and carry them away.

"Mr. Anderson, did you get anything from him?"

After dismissing his men, Charles tentatively asked.

"There's good news, and there's bad news."

Luze looked at Charles, "The good news is, that manuscript is very valuable; the bad news is, that manuscript is far too valuable. Having it will only bring you danger."

He gave a brief explanation.

Charles didn't understand what a "difference engine" was, but he knew the value of Intis's espionage and MI9. He was immediately terrified when he heard that both organizations were pursuing this thing.

"I must tell our boss right away!"

He said uneasily, "We can't keep that thing!"

Given that Intis spies have already infiltrated the gang, their situation is already very precarious.

"Mr. Anderson, would you like to come with me?"

Charles asked.

"can."

Lu Ze was already prepared to go to the center of the chaos, so he naturally nodded in agreement.

"Lu Ze."

"It's okay, I'm feeling better now."

Noticing the worried look in his sister's eyes, he smiled reassuringly at her, and then headed towards the headquarters of the Lehman Gang with Charles.

The Lehman Brothers headquarters were located in a large building, quite luxurious for the East End. It might have been even more attractive if it hadn't been so badly damaged.

"Boss!"

"Brothers!" Charles exclaimed as he rushed into headquarters.

The building's interior was dilapidated, littered with corpses. Lu Ze followed him, examining the bodies as they went, until they entered the gang leader's office. There, the Lehman gang leader lay slumped over his desk, having been dead for some time.

A hidden compartment was revealed in the wall behind him, and the safe inside was open.

"The boss is dead, and the manuscript has been taken."

Charles, his face filled with panic and confusion, said to Luzer.

"Judging from the signs of a fight at the scene, people from both sides were present at the time, and it is unknown which side stole it."

Lu Zedao.

Charles opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He was devastated. Just because of a strange manuscript, in the blink of an eye, his boss was gone, and the headquarters was destroyed. He couldn't accept it and didn't know what to do.

“The manuscript being stolen may not be a bad thing, at least the rest of you won’t be hunted down,” Lu Ze said. “However, you’d better hide for now and come back when things are over and no one is paying attention to you.”

He couldn't care less about the life or death of a gangster, and turned to walk out of the office.

The hall was littered with corpses. He randomly grabbed one, used a ritual to summon the dead, and asked him who had taken the manuscript and where they had gone.

The deceased, in a daze, pointed him in a direction.

This place was just attacked; they left not long ago, so we should be able to catch up.

Lu Ze thought to himself and walked straight out the door.

Using flesh magic, he subtly altered his features with a smear of his face, transforming himself into a completely different appearance. In the darkness, his body rapidly collapsed, like a drop of ink merging into the shadows of the night.

The hermit's signature ability, "Shadow Stealth"!
After absorbing a certain amount of the potion, Luze further mastered this ability.

Hidden in the shadows, his vision became very wide, and he could clearly see everything in the surrounding darkness.

Let's just hide our bodies and move on like this.

Lu Ze thought to himself and began moving in the direction the dead man had indicated. He wasn't very fast, but he was extremely stealthy and wouldn't be detected. He moved stealthily along the shadows of the buildings. Because it was night, there were shadows everywhere, so his movements were unimpeded. He could even cross obstacles and walk in a straight line to his destination.

He stealthily made his way forward, and soon he could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting ahead.

right here!

Lu Ze continued forward, disappearing into the shadows beneath the roof of a building, peering down.

In the street below, two teams of extraordinary individuals are fighting each other for a dark package.

"Dengdengdeng!"

The burly man, wearing a black iron mask, snatched the package and, under the cover of the others, turned and retreated towards the edge of the battlefield with astonishing speed. However, before he could run more than a few steps, his movements suddenly became incredibly stiff, moving as slowly as a rusty machine.

Several figures swiftly approached the black-masked man, like crows swarming towards rotting food, revealing sharp daggers to him.

"exile!"

A booming voice proclaimed, and the figures that had been flying towards them were immediately blasted away by a powerful force. However, those figures quickly flattened and shrank until they shattered into paper figures.

"Rosago, we've already destroyed several of your mystics. Do you want to continue?"

An extraordinary being wearing a golden mask stood in the center of the street and asked.

His voice was icy cold, carrying an irresistible authority.

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