Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 192 Miss Audrey Needs a Bodyguard

One of the members of the Tarot Club, [The Magician] Fors's companion is a Sequence 9 on the Arbitrator Path. Although he has already digested the potion, he is stuck because he does not have the main material for Sequence 8 and cannot advance.

Therefore, when Klein heard that Luzer's harvest contained extraordinary properties related to the sequence, he became interested.

"I haven't sold it yet."

Lu Ze shook his head.

Recently, due to MI9's investigation, all gatherings of extraordinary individuals have been suspended, so he naturally cannot sell them. Moreover, the Queen has also warned him that MI9 may be lurking in the gatherings, waiting for anyone selling related traits to appear and then arrest them.

Therefore, although Luze now has a lot of expensive traits, he can only keep them and cannot exchange them for gold pounds.

"I have connections that can help you sell them."

Klein whispered, "Make sure it's kept completely secret, so no one can find out."

He was very confident. No matter how capable the intelligence agents of MI9 were, they could not infiltrate the extraordinary gathering above the gray fog, much less trace it back to him.

"only."

At this point, Klein looked slightly embarrassed. "I might have to charge you a small handling fee or something."

He has finished digesting his clown potion and is now seeking further advancement, requiring money to buy the main ingredients for the potion.

Our Mr. Fool is a little short of money lately.

That night, after killing Rosago, Klein obtained all the potion recipes from Sequence 7 to Sequence 5 through the Diviner's Path, as well as a corrupted Sequence 5 main ingredient. A single Sequence 7 potion main ingredient costs between 500 and 700 pounds, meaning he needed at least 1000 pounds in cash. Therefore, Klein had no choice but to work hard to earn the money.

He felt a little embarrassed that he had made money off his former colleague.

"Transaction fees? No problem."

Lu Ze nodded nonchalantly, "As long as you can guarantee absolute secrecy, I'll give you ten percent after it's sold."

Klein sold the materials for him, saving him a lot of trouble, so it was only natural for him to charge a commission.

Ten percent? That's 10%. The main ingredient for a Sequence 8 potion costs about 600 pounds. If I sell it, I can get 60 pounds. Klein quickly calculated, then nodded, "Okay, no problem."

After discussing the matter, the two followed reporter Mike again. The three of them toured the industrial area and then headed towards the slums.

"This is outright murder!"

As Mike left the industrial area, he was agitated. "They let unprotected female workers paint in highly toxic ceramic workshops all day long, and let workers who didn't understand safety procedures operate powerful machinery. They were so careless, didn't they know that their arms and fingers could be cut off at any moment?!"

“It’s common for workers to have their fingers cut off or their thighs crushed.”

Lu Ze said calmly, "When I was doing free medical consultations, the worst I ever saw was a worker who was completely burned by high-temperature steam. When he was brought over, his whole body smelled like cooked meat. The people who carried him were vomiting a lot."

Mike imagined the scene and turned pale, but soon he realized the key information in Luzer's words.

"Mr. Anderson, you also did free clinics in the East District?"

he asked in surprise.

This gang's underground doctor is more humane than I imagined.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it if I have nothing else to do."

Is it free?

"We don't charge money; we just occasionally need them to offer their souls."

"Haha, I appreciate your humor." Mike thought Luzer was joking, but he wasn't in the mood at all and could only manage a wry smile.

They entered a residential area where the flow of people began to increase, and street vendors set up stalls, loudly hawking their wares. At Klein's suggestion, the reporter clutched his wallet and carefully weaved through the crowd.

Lu Ze's gaze swept casually across the area, finally settling on a certain vendor's stall.

"Freshly baked Garibaldi cookies, 1 pound 2 pence!"

He saw the young man who had tried to commit suicide by jumping into the river because of bankruptcy was now loudly hawking his wares, his elderly mother beside him. The two were selling freshly baked, golden-brown cookies, a move that, given their previous background as grain merchants, represented a downstream expansion. Their clothes were worn, but they looked quite energetic, skillfully haggling with the residents of the eastern district.

Sensing his gaze, the young man looked up at him. Lu Ze had changed his appearance, so he naturally didn't recognize Lu Ze as the one who had almost drowned him. He quickly looked away and continued shouting.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, in Backlund, Queens.

"Audrey, your confinement period is over as of today."

The beautiful Countess Hall said to her daughter.

The woman was over fifty years old, but looked no more than thirty. Like her daughter, she was blonde and blue-eyed. Compared to her younger daughter, she possessed a more mature and elegant demeanor.

Very good!
Free at last!
Upon hearing the news, Audrey almost cried out. Fortunately, she remembered her manners, forcibly controlling her facial expression, lifting her skirt, and bowing gracefully to her mother:
"Thank you very much, Your Excellency."

"Alright, stop pretending. You must be getting restless staying at home for so long, right?"

The countess reached out and pulled her daughter closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of doting affection and helplessness.

"Hehe, it's alright."

Audrey smiled and nestled against her mother, "I know you did this for me, Mom."

"It's good to know."

The Countess looked lovingly at her only daughter and sighed. Her daughter was good in every way, except that she was too obsessed with that other world, and had even taken the risk herself, almost meeting with disaster.

She continued:
"Although your confinement period is over, I must remind you that things are not peaceful in Backlund lately. For your safety, from today onwards, you must have bodyguards when you go out."

"bodyguard?"

Audrey was slightly taken aback. She felt a surge of discontent, because the bodyguards in her family were all under her parents' orders and would undoubtedly keep a close watch on her, offering no cover for her. This would make it inconvenient for her to do anything she wanted.

Through "mind reading," she discovered that her mother's goal was firm, but her attitude was relatively easygoing. In other words, she had to ensure Audrey's safety, but how to ensure it wasn't that important.

"Mom, aren't the bodyguards at home supposed to protect you and Dad? I can hire bodyguards myself outside."

Hiring someone from outside? Is that reliable?

The countess asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Of course they're reliable. I can ask a trusted friend—you know, someone over there—to provide a strong and reliable bodyguard. And the people we hire can come to our home for an interview first, just to put your minds at ease, okay?"

"That's fine. However, the people we hire must first pass our assessment."

Audrey quickly convinced her mother by using her "mind-reading" ability.

She wondered if Hugh or Fors could find her a powerful Extraordinary, or even have them do it. She thought, anything was fine, as long as she could appease her mother.

(End of this chapter)