Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 174 The Lord I Believe In Is Silent and Taciturn
After cleaning up the mutated rats in the sewers that day, Luze wasn't feeling too well, so the fat pharmacist Darkwell took him home that night. As a result, Darkwell saw his sister waiting at the door and was immediately captivated by her beauty.

"Long time no see, Miss Cecilia, you are still as beautiful as ever."

He said it with fascination.

"Uh, thank you?"

The black-haired girl blinked and tilted her head, puzzled.

"Darkwell, stop talking nonsense and give me what I want."

Seeing Darkwell staring intently at his sister's face, Luze's voice turned slightly cold. He didn't want Darkwell to have anything to do with his sister, especially since that guy seemed to be constantly seeing streetwalkers.

"Cough cough."

The fat pharmacist's face twitched violently, and he regained his senses.

"Here you go, everything you wanted is here."

He handed over a paper bag with an annoyed look. "Same as before, it has medicines for common diseases in the East End. The usage and dosage are written on the bag. It costs 3 pounds in total."

"Continue preparing the herbs; I'll come back in a few days."

Lu Ze counted out three gold coins, slapped them on the table, and picked up the paper bag.

This was a method he devised for his investigation: posing as a missionary and providing free medical treatment to the people of the East End. After receiving treatment, the poor in the East End would become less wary and more willing to share information.

He could treat most minor injuries himself, but he was at a loss when it came to other illnesses. That's why he sought out Darkwell to help him prepare medicine.

Upon arriving in the East District, Lu Ze wiped his face, altering his appearance. His sister also put on a hood to cover her face.

The alley they frequented was now packed with people. Their clothes were tattered and dirty, their faces showed exhaustion and numbness, and many of them had visible wounds.

"The missionary has arrived!"

Upon seeing him, the poor people immediately became excited.

"Line up first, those with external injuries come in first."

Lu Ze raised his voice.

When he reached the alley entrance, people excitedly and respectfully made way for him. Inside the alley, people had already prepared a table and chairs and a treatment space separated by cloth, as was his custom.

Several people with obvious external injuries lined up according to the severity of their injuries, and there were bound to be arguments about who should go first. At such times, Lu Ze only needed to give them a brief glance, and the invisible pressure would make them behave.

External injuries are the easiest to treat. They are usually caused by workers being injured by machines in the factory, or by falls, or by being hit by horse-drawn carriages, etc.

Lu Ze treated more than a dozen fingers that had been severed by the machine, and several arms and legs that had been broken by belts. Of course, he didn't completely cure them; he left some marks to prevent the effects from being too obvious and frightening them.

"That's amazing! Thank you so much, Your Excellency Missionary!"

The injured man, clutching his bandaged arm, said with immense gratitude, "I'm willing to convert to your religion. Please tell me, what kind of being is the Lord you worship?"

“The Lord I believe in is silent and noble; He doesn’t want me to use favors to blackmail others. I’ll tell you His true name only after you genuinely want to believe in Him,” Lu Ze casually rambled on. “Alright, now look at this mirror; it can examine your injuries.”

The injured man turned his head cooperatively and saw a hooded assistant next to the missionary holding a mirror with a gold frame and an eye reflected in the mirror.
He stared into her eyes for just a second, then looked blank.

Have there been any missing persons cases around you recently?

Lu Ze asked in a low voice.

"I didn't know that the workers' jobs were not fixed and that their work was all scattered."

"That's it."

Lu Ze frowned and thought for a moment. Indeed, unless one was particularly concerned, such things were not easy to notice. "However, I have heard them mention before that little girls had gone missing."

"A girl is missing? Whose daughter is she?"

"Forgot."

Lu Ze was speechless for a moment and had no choice but to let the other party leave, implying before he left that he should forget about the question he had just asked.

After treating his external injuries, he distributed Darkwell's medicine to several patients with more pronounced symptoms. These patients, too, had no clear clues, only vague recollections of someone suddenly disappearing or hearing about children being abducted.

It seems that one or two free clinics are not enough to get accurate information; we'll have to come more often in the future.

he thought to himself.

Lu Ze didn't have enough medicine to distribute to everyone, and some people were so ill that even a single dose of herbal medicine couldn't cure them. But when he finished his "free clinic," the poor people looked at him with eyes full of gratitude.

“Sir Missionary, please tell us about the Gospel of the Lord.”

They pleaded.

Gospel?

A blessing for farts.

If I were to spread that kind of thing to you, you'd probably go crazy on the spot.

Lu Ze thought to himself.

An ordinary hermit would certainly enjoy such a scene, readily disseminating a ton of corrupted knowledge, which would be quickly absorbed by the potion. But Lu Ze hadn't fallen to that level of depravity, so he simply made up some flimsy stories to fool people, and then quickly left with his sister.

Because of his actions, the potion in his body was not digested, but this only served to remind Lu Ze more clearly, allowing him to summarize the rules of the "hermit's" role:

1. Hiding in the shadows, cultivating in seclusion.

2. Spreading distorted doctrines that lead people astray.

He'll probably have to perform the act one more time before the "hermit's" potion is fully digested. However, there's still a lot, or rather, too much, of undigested potion left.

Lu Ze thought about it carefully, and because the burden was so heavy, he even felt like laughing.

He remembered that, aside from the Sequence 6 Rose Bishop and the Sequence 5 Shepherd, he still had a little bit of the Sequence 8 Listener potion he didn't understand. But with so many other undigested potions, that little bit was negligible.

Speaking of which, when I dealt with that "Faceless Man" last time, I felt that the "Rose Bishop" potion in my body had been digested a little. What was the reason for that?

Lu Ze analyzed as he walked.

Is it because I made the corpse look like a rose? Surely the true Creator wouldn't have such a twisted sense of humor?

Just then, he suddenly looked up.

A series of hurried footsteps approached from the road ahead. His keen hearing allowed him to discern that there were two footsteps at the front: one was heavy, while the other was weak and unsteady. The footsteps following behind were chaotic and disorganized.

But Luze didn't just look up because of the footsteps; it was also because the shepherd's nature made him sense that an extraordinary being was approaching.

"Cecilia".

He glanced at his sister, who immediately nodded, pulled up her hood, and disappeared into the shadows of the corner.

He looked in the direction of the footsteps.

He saw a woman with brown curly hair supporting a petite girl as they stumbled out.
(End of this chapter)