Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 171 Red Moon
After recognizing each other, Luzer and Klein left the bridge arch and went to a nearby cafe.

The café in the Backlund Bridge area was simply decorated, and the tea and coffee it served were of poor quality and almost inedible. However, neither of them was interested in the food, so they ordered a few things and continued their conversation in the relatively warmer seats.

"Huh? Cecilia dug you out?"

Upon hearing this, Klein nearly spat out his coffee.

A delicate young girl, even after her brother had been buried, insisted on digging up the coffin and opening it to confirm the body's identity. It's hard to say whether to call her stubborn or simply obsessive.
"I think it's quite ordinary. If it were me, I would definitely check it with my own eyes."

Lu Ze said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Because of the blessing, his body gained an extremely high self-healing ability. If he was just unconscious, there is a possibility that others might misjudge that something was buried inside. Perhaps.

The Rondor siblings are both a bit frightening on a mental level.

Klein silently took a sip of coffee that tasted as awful as hot pot broth, and couldn't help but think to himself.

He wisely kept quiet.

"And you, how did you get out?"

"Me? I crawled out of there myself."

Klein replied, "To be honest, it's a bit tiring."

"Tiring?"

"Yes, you know Benson is usually very frugal with money. But I didn't expect him to suddenly become so generous when it came to preparing my coffin, buying one made of extremely high-quality wood. The coffin lid was heavy and large, and it was covered with mud. If I hadn't drunk the 'Clown' potion and gained strength, I might have suffocated inside even if I had been resurrected, because I couldn't open the coffin lid."

Klein said with lingering fear.

"Ha ha."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ze couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fortunately, there were no other customers at the nearby tables, otherwise they would have thought the two of them were crazy, discussing their supposed resurrection from the graveyard.

"Is being a detective interesting? Have you encountered any major cases?"

"It's alright, mostly requests to find lost cats or catch cheaters in adultery."

Klein recalled his time as a detective and said with a wry smile.

—Let's not talk about offending Ambassador Intis because of a manuscript. I can't explain how I escaped; I can't exactly tell him I hired Mr. A of the Aurora Society to assassinate the ambassador.
He subconsciously thought of Rosago, whom he had killed; his extraordinary abilities were still lingering above the gray fog.

"And you, what are you doing right now?"

Klein then asked Luzer.

"Me? I work in the East District as a clandestine healer, mainly treating wounds and such for gangsters."

Lu Ze subconsciously thought of the manuscript and decided it was best not to tell Klein. The matter involved a foreign ambassador, MI9, and a mysterious, important figure.

Let's not talk to him about the missing persons investigation.
He thought to himself.

Although Klein's current profession is detective, which is very suitable for investigating missing persons cases, the Queen said that anyone investigating that matter would be eliminated by an unknown force. Klein is only Sequence 8 now, so it's best not to let him get too involved.

Both harbored their own ulterior motives, exchanged glances, and smiled at each other.

"Being a detective is great. If you ever have a case involving the East District, you can come to me. I'll try to use my connections in the underworld to help you investigate."

"Um, thank you. If you need a patient, I can help you find one."

By the way, doesn't Miss Hugh need treatment from a "Rose Bishop"? We can have Luze treat her, but how should we inform Miss Justice?

“No need for that. The treatment has nothing to do with my acting, so there’s no need to take special care of me.” Lu Ze shook his head. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, then casually cut his finger with a knife, letting the blood flow quickly across the paper, leaving a line of blood-red writing.

Flesh and blood magic is much more convenient than carrying a pen.

"This is my current contact address. You can contact me or write to me if you need anything."

"Ok."

Klein watched as Luze calmly hurt him, and his eyebrows twitched. With a complicated expression, he took the bright red note. "My contact address is the one you sent me the letter to. I live there now."

"I see."

Lu Ze replied.

After that, the two chatted for a while, talking about their time at Blackthorn Security Company and their experiences after coming to Backlund, and complaining about the air quality and lack of sunshine here.

"The biggest problem now is still Lanius; we need to find a way to get rid of him."

As the coffee in their cups cooled, their conversation came to an end, and Klein said, "I will continue to search for him."

“Yes, I’m in the East District, which is closer to him. So, whichever of us discovers a clue, we can communicate with each other.”

Lu Ze stood up and said.

It was already afternoon, nearing evening. Backlund, shrouded in dark clouds, was getting dark quickly, and soon the streetlights would come on.

"It's getting late, let's talk again next time."

The moment of lucidity lasted for a long time, and his body could no longer hold on. The hallucinations and auditory hallucinations had begun to slightly affect his cognition. Lu Ze didn't want to delay any longer and thought it best to go back.

The two walked out of the coffee shop together and said goodbye to each other at the door.

"Take care of yourself."

Klein sincerely said, "I hope the goddess will bless you so that your mental health issues will improve soon."

"You actually believe in goddesses?"

Lu Ze chuckled, “Don’t forget, our country’s culture is very pragmatic when it comes to gods.”

He always took a practical approach when it came to deities. If something was useful to him, he could maintain a verbal faith. After all, he came from the lineage of the Mystics and had a deeper understanding of the nature of the gods.

"See you next time."

He said this to Klein, then turned and walked to the other side.

Perhaps I can pull him up into the gray fog; the gray fog's power might stabilize his mental state.

Looking at Luze's retreating figure, Klein couldn't help but think, "Moreover, Luze is now a Sequence 5 Shepherd, a level higher than every member of my Tarot Club. Bringing him in would greatly enhance the strength of the Tarot Club."
Who would have thought that I, the "Fool," don't even have a single respectable follower?
Klein thought to himself.

However, Lu Ze knew himself very well. If his identity were exposed at the Tarot meeting, the embarrassment and social awkwardness might cause him to lose control on the spot.
Klein pondered and struggled with his thoughts as he watched Lu Ze's figure disappear into the distance. Then, he shrank back and hurried back to his residence.

The moon quickly climbed into the sky, casting a crimson glow through the dark clouds.

Suddenly, the light turned a deep crimson.

The blood moon has descended.

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