Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 224: A Perfect Match!
Nighttime, East District.

Inside a dark house.

"I bought all the extraordinary bullets."

Lu Ze said calmly.

The others initially wanted to argue, but after seeing him readily withdraw several or even hundreds of pounds in cash, they fell silent.

Lu Ze handed the money to the waiter and then took a large box from him. Upon opening it, he found dozens of bullets with extraordinary properties densely packed inside.

The enhancement effect of the "Lucky Wheel" works very well with the Extraordinary Bullets. Anyway, I don't lack money right now, so I can buy more.

"besides."

He looked at the masked woman opposite him, "You can also manufacture more bullets with other extraordinary effects; I'll take them all."

"I didn't make these; I just happened to buy them."

The masked woman emphasized that she was unwilling to admit to having the support of "craftsmen" behind her. She glared at Luze with displeasure, as his words had put her in a somewhat dangerous situation.

But after glaring at her for a few seconds, her attitude suddenly softened.

"However, I will keep an eye out for it for you, and if there is anything similar, I will buy it for you."

The woman's gaze fell on Lu Ze.

Although this person wore a mask and a robe, obscuring his appearance, the mere sight of his well-defined hands peeking out from under the robe was so captivating that she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

The woman was confident that she wasn't usually a fangirl, but at this moment, she realized that she actually liked men with nice hands.

"it's up to you."

Lu Ze pulled his hand back inside his robe and said casually.

Damn it, even with the mask on, that dagger still works.
He cursed inwardly, clutching the box of bullets, and decided to remain silent throughout the rest of the gathering.

"Well then, that concludes our gathering."

The Eye of Wisdom spoke thus, and began to direct the attendants. He instructed them to lead the attendees out in turn. At that moment, he noticed a bearded man wearing a half-mask on the sofa winking at him.

Sherlock needs to talk to me?
With his keen observation and reasoning skills, Eisinger Stanton immediately adjusted the order in which people left, allowing him to stay until the very end.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Isengard asked.

"I have a friend whose colleague has gone missing."

Klein quickly explained the situation, "I've been a bit busy lately and haven't had the time. If he contacts you and you happen to be free, I hope you can help me out."

"Hehe. Can I take this as an acknowledgment of my detective abilities?"

After hearing this, Isengard smiled, holding his pipe.

"of course can."

Klein said.

After explaining the matter, he felt a little relieved and got up to say goodbye.

Stepping out of the room, a gust of cold wind immediately blew over me. It was November, and the weather had become very cold. People were freezing to death every day in the East District. Cargo carts would cross the streets in the mornings, dumping the frozen corpses onto the carts for centralized burial.

Of course, most of these corpses were found naked; their clothes would soon be stolen by their homeless companions. After all, the dead had ended their suffering and could return to the divine realm of their gods, while the living had to continue struggling in this cruel world.

It's said that it will snow in Backlund soon. The snowflakes, polluted by exhaust fumes, will be jet black, covering the entire city. The scene will be like the end of the world.

Klein took a few steps and, unsurprisingly, saw someone standing in the shadows, waiting for him.

"Is there something you need, Lu Ze?" he asked, stepping forward.

Under the crimson moonlight, Lu Ze's figure appeared mysterious and dangerous.

"Have you seen the Russell exhibition recently?"

Lu Ze asked.

"Looked."

Not only did I read it, I also asked Miss Justice to investigate the bookmarks inside for me.
"After seeing the Russell exhibition, something suddenly came to mind."

Lu Ze said, "You must have noticed that Russell must have also achieved a great deal in occultism, and is probably a high-ranking Extraordinary. His diary must contain a lot of secrets and knowledge. I heard that these diaries are scattered among the people. Perhaps we should consciously collect these diaries. Maybe we can gain a lot from them."

You're right, I already started arranging for Tarot Club members to collect them a while ago.
Klein thought to himself.

Speaking of which, if Lu Ze were to be brought into the gray fog and he discovered that Mr. Fool could read Chinese, wouldn't that give him away? Probably not. After all, I've kept Mr. Fool shrouded in mystery, and it's only natural that a deity could understand mysterious writing.
"Hey, Klein, why aren't you saying anything?"

He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Lu Ze's voice.

"Actually, I have already collected some diaries."

Klein hesitated for a moment, but decided to be honest.

"Oh? Did you find anything special?"

"There are indeed some valuable things."

Klein thought for a moment, considering whether he should conceal some information that was inconvenient to disclose.

"Okay, I'll organize the relevant diary entries when I get back and send them to you then," he said. "Sorry, I forgot to share this part with you before."

The matter of Russell's diary was related to maintaining the image of a fool; he subconsciously kept it a secret.

"It's nothing, it's mainly my own fault for not thinking things through."

Lu Ze shook his head and said indifferently.

Even among fellow time travelers, there are still reservations between them, and complete trust is not advisable.

Klein was unaware of Luzer's inner thoughts, and seeing his calm demeanor, a sense of guilt welled up within him.

“Alright then, let me tell you a few important points first,” he said quickly. “Rossel’s diary records that different methods can be interchanged, as long as the potion is consumed within a specific sequence.”

“I know this one too. I’ve read similar entries in Russell’s diary.” Luze recalled his time as a Night Watchman in Tingen and said, “I got it from that extraordinary woman from the Steam Church when I was in Port Enmat.”

Klein paused for a moment, then said, "See, you didn't share the information with me either."

"Uh, I forgot too."

The two looked at each other and gave each other an awkward laugh.

"correct."

Luzer then remembered something else: "Did Russell's diary mention his children?"

He remembered the queen at the exhibition.

"It has been mentioned."

Klein recalled briefly, "He had two sons and a daughter, especially his eldest daughter, who seemed to have been prophesied to become a great figure in the mystical world."

That's right, it matches!

Lu Ze thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)