Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 200 The Extraordinary Visitor

The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom worships the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and its main influence is concentrated in the three small states of Remnburg, Segal, and Masy. Most of them love knowledge and admire wisdom. Apart from discriminating against those with low intelligence or who don't like to use their brains, their behavior and style are generally normal.

— Luze and Klein exchanged a glance, both recalling the internal documents of the Church of the Night.

No wonder he calls himself the "Eye of Wisdom".
His ability to hold gatherings in Backlund and cultivate good relations with the police department and official extraordinarys, gaining their semi-public recognition, might lead one to understand him as an agent of the Church of Knowledge in Backlund.

"I did see the reward in the newspaper."

Klein recalled the related reports and said.

Because he's been short of money lately, he's become very sensitive to anything related to money.

"Here's the thing," the Eye of Wisdom chuckled. "I originally planned to gather a group of detectives, including Sherlock, to use our collective wisdom to figure out how to identify the culprit. But I didn't expect that it would be solved before I even started investigating."

His tone carried a hint of regret, as if he was lamenting that his wisdom hadn't been fully utilized before the matter was already over.

“If you leave the body to me to handle, I can hand it over to the authorities in exchange for a £2000 reward.”

He said to the two of them again, "So, are you interested?"

"What about its internal properties?"

"The authorities only care about the results."

What if they ask you for details about the kill?

"Because of my identity, they won't investigate too much. Even if there are signs of flesh magic on the corpse, I can claim that it came from my extraordinary collection."

Eisinger replied that he had already devised a strategy to deal with it.

Lu Ze thought for a moment.

Since he'd already taken advantage of the demon's traits, the demon's corpse was dispensable. The fact that the other party happened to have a suitable channel to sell it for profit was entirely a good thing.

"So, how should the bounty be distributed?"

He asked the crucial question.

“I provided the channels and also contributed to the fight just now, so 500 pounds is a reasonable amount.”

Isengard said cautiously.

Does that mean we'll split the remaining 1500 pounds? That's reasonable.

Luze turned to Klein and asked, "So, is it acceptable?"

"Ah I?"

Klein was initially envious of Luzer making a fortune, but when Luzer asked for his opinion, he was surprised. "I didn't really help much, so you don't need to give me a share, right?"

"How come you didn't help me? You held it off for me."

Lu Ze said, "If you have no objections, I'll give you 500 pounds."

"This"

Klein hesitated. He was indeed short of money, but he felt that even if he were to split the money, he shouldn't get so much.

"Alright, alright, you know I'm not short of money lately."

Luze interrupted him, saying that even if they split it like that, he would still have 1000 pounds in cash.

"Okay, that's settled."

Isengard chuckled, "After the bounty is successfully redeemed, I will contact Sherlock and give him the remaining money."

He could tell there was a connection between the two, but he didn't ask.

Wisdom is not merely about identifying problems, but also about remaining silent after fully understanding them. Just as Isengard discovered that Luzer was a clear-headed shepherd, but did not delve too deeply into how he did it.

With Klein acting as the intermediary, there was no fear of losing contact between the two. After that, Luze used Blood Mist to interfere with the divination at the scene, then bid farewell to the two, turned into shadow, and slipped into the night streets, leaving first.

The murmurs that echoed in his ears gradually faded away, and Lu Ze finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But what's going on with the true creator? Why did he suddenly utter such angry ravings?

He thought to himself as he hurried on his way.

What Lu Ze didn't know was that he wasn't the only one who heard that voice.

— Somewhere in Backlund, in a dark room.

The crimson moonlight shone through the window, becoming the only source of light in the room.

And what this light illuminated was—

Dead body.

A large number of corpses.

Pale corpses lay piled up, covering the floor. They were all young women. Without exception, their faces were frozen in a grotesque, horrified expression, and their abdomens bore horrific, gruesome wounds.

Someone was humming a lullaby softly with their back to them.

"My dear child, do you hear me?"

Bathed in moonlight, Lanius stroked his swollen belly and asked gently, "Your father is angry."

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins around his temples were densely packed like a black spider web, bulging high.

No one answered, but Lanius tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something.

After a moment, he laughed helplessly, "My attempt was perfectly reasonable, so why is He angry?"

Tick, tick.

I don't know if it's blood or a leaking pipe, but there's a continuous dripping sound.

“My dear child, I’m doing this all for your sake. A woman’s body is clearly more suited to carrying you.”

A flicker of disgust crossed Lanius's eyes, but his tone grew even gentler, like a mother addressing her child who was being affectionate, "Don't you like these people being your mother?"

"It's unbelievable, why are you so fixated on my body, a man's body, and why won't you let go?"

As he spoke, Lanius's words were gentle, but the malice in his eyes was so real it was almost overflowing.

He tilted his head and listened for a moment, then said helplessly:

"Alright, alright, then let me protect you first, and then continue looking for a better candidate. Perhaps when you meet a more suitable woman, you won't want to stay inside me anymore."

"It's okay, we still have time."

His voice gradually lowered, as if coaxing a child to sleep, and as the child in his arms gradually drifted into a dream, his tone became increasingly gentle.

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.

Two days later, Luzer received £1540 in cash from Klein. £1000 of it came from the reward for killing the demon hound, and the other £540 was his share of the proceeds from selling a Sequence 8 Extraordinary Ability. Including the cash he already had, his savings had now exceeded £2000.

The cash alone already exceeds the total assets I had in Tingen.

Lu Ze pondered.

However, to be honest, he missed his days in Tingen more than he had been a madman, a quack doctor, and a shepherd in the eastern part of Backlund.

Will Klein miss the past?

Unfortunately, no one can go back.

The West Virus Stadium publicly announced that the serial murder case has been solved!

Opening the newspaper, the front page headline was about the solved serial murder case. Of course, since they couldn't tell the public about the extraordinary world, the newspaper only said that the murderer was shot dead on the spot, without giving any detailed information about the murderer or the method of the crime.

Perhaps it also serves as an attempt to prevent copycat crimes?
Lu Ze thought to himself.

Just then, his ears twitched slightly as he heard two footsteps approaching from outside.

"Boom boom boom!"

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Even from this distance, he could sense the presence of an extraordinary being.

"who is it?"

Lu Ze stood up, exchanged a glance with his sister, and then asked loudly. It was morning, and their landlady, Emily, had already gone to school; only the two of them remained in the house.

“Mr. Anderson, it’s me, Fors Wall.”

A slightly familiar voice weakly sounded.

(End of this chapter)