Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 226 Should We Pray to Fools?

Looking at the symbols and descriptions that belonged to him on the ground, Klein's mind was filled with a turbulent mix of emotions and thoughts.

Oh no! The true Creator's followers in Backlund are coming to find me!

The thought that Mr. A, the shepherd who killed the ambassador, was about to become his enemy made Klein somewhat uneasy.

But after thinking about it for a moment, he calmed down.

The true Creator commanded Mr. A and his companions to find the followers and confidants of the Fool. However, He could not have imagined that the true followers and confidants of the Fool were none other than Mr. Fool himself.
Having figured these things out, Klein felt much more at ease.

The only problem is that Fors and Audrey are in Backlund, and might come into contact with Mr. A. I can mention it at the Tarot meeting to let them be careful. Remember to use a nonchalant tone, for example, "That fallen creator is more capable than I thought; He discovered my chosen ones are in Backlund. Just be mindful in general, and don't worry about it."

As Klein pondered this, he pretended to study the Scarlet Letter. After a moment, he looked up and said to Luzer, "I've never seen this description before. It doesn't belong to any evil god or good god I know, or any other neutral being."

"That's it."

Lu Ze nodded without much expectation.

His curiosity about the fool stemmed primarily from the command of the True Creator. From His murmurs, Luze could sense a certain intense emotion. Although the True Creator was usually quite mad, this particular murmur contained a palpable hatred and urgency.

In other words, this mysterious Fool may very well be an opposing force to the true Creator.

"Perhaps I should try praying to the Fool."

After studying the corresponding symbols and descriptions for a while, Lu Ze suddenly spoke.

"what?"

Klein was taken aback. "This...is a bit too sudden, isn't it?"

Although he had considered bringing Luze into the Tarot Club, his idea was to gradually guide Luze to relevant information when he was confident in controlling the situation, and then slowly lower his guard and establish a connection with the Fool.

To everyone's surprise, Lu Ze received the honorary title so directly, and immediately decided to pray to the Fool!

He didn't even hesitate!

Aren't you worried that this so-called fool will have a negative impact on you?

Klein asked instinctively.

“I feel it’s okay. Look, the three descriptions of this name don’t have the twisted, crazy, and malicious feeling that you get from an evil god.”

Lu Ze pointed to the blood-written words, "On the contrary, it shows restraint and introversion. It does not flaunt its power, but it is very confident in its authority."

As a "secret prayer man" who has prayed to many evil gods, he is well-qualified to speak on this matter.

Hmm. That's because Mr. Fool himself is only a Sequence 7 Beyonder, even lower than you.
Klein listened to Luzer analyze the honorific name he had fabricated, feeling extremely awkward and uncomfortable. He forced himself to endure it for a moment, then quickly changed the subject, saying, "Even so, I think you should still be cautious."

"I will."

Lu Ze chuckled to himself.

Fortunately, he possessed the protective spirit of the illusory ocean tide within him. Even if the Fool truly harbored malice and unleashed his influence after the shout, he could withstand it with the help of the ocean tide.

"The extraordinary path I'm on is so deeply influenced by the true Creator that perhaps connecting with beings who are hostile to Him can offset some of the influence and allow me to recover my mental state more quickly."

As he spoke, Lu Ze lightly tapped his finger, and the blood on the ground began to move, quickly gathering into a ball, which was then burned away by the flames he summoned. Theoretically, this blood could be recycled. However, after rolling around on the filthy ground of the East District for so long, the thought of it returning to his body just didn't feel right.

"Okay, then be careful."

Since Luzer was so serious, Klein naturally couldn't say anything more and just nodded slightly.

He began to ponder how he should respond if Luze really prayed to him. However, Luze possessed that special sound of ocean waves; could he successfully answer his prayer?
Both were preoccupied with their own thoughts. Reaching the street corner, they flagged down a carriage. Klein wanted to return to the Joewood district, while Luzer chose to walk back to his residence on another street.

See you in a few days.

Klein said goodbye to him, got into his carriage, and left. Luze watched the other's carriage gradually disappear into the distance.

Suddenly, at the edge of his vision, Ms. M's silhouette reappeared. Crimson moonlight streamed through her full, mature body as she raised her hand, pointing in the direction where Klein's carriage had gone.

"What do you mean? Are you saying Klein is suspicious?"

Lu Ze asked casually.

Ms. M did not speak, but simply smiled. The cold night wind blew her pure white robe, and her golden eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"They're pulling this trick on me again."

Lu Ze sneered, "Don't think I completely trust you."

Of course, he wasn't entirely without suspicion towards Klein. The other's resurrection was indeed rather strange. Moreover, Klein's behavior had been somewhat unusual when he saw the blood-written words—something Luzer hadn't failed to notice.

I hope this fellow countryman of mine won't become my enemy.

Lu Ze thought to himself, then looked at Ms. M, "Alright, now disappear."

"brush."

He flicked his right hand, pulling out a red dagger from who-knows-where. He stepped forward, his right hand thrusting forward, the crimson blade, like congealed blood, piercing through Ms. M's soft, warm body.

"puff!"

Ms. M's face immediately showed a distressed expression, but she still did not make a sound or attack Lu Ze. Instead, she reached out her hands and gently hugged Lu Ze.

The night was cold and lonely, but Ms. M's embrace brought him some warmth.

It was like a cup of mead soaked in venom.

Lu Ze was slightly taken aback.

But before he could react, that warmth vanished along with Ms. M herself.

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Lu Ze remained silent, standing there expressionless for a moment, then turned and walked into the depths of the dark and cold street.

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.

That night, inside the Russell Memorial Exhibition Hall.

"I love Emperor Roselle so much, can I see him up close?"

Audrey showed a suitable expression of curiosity as she spoke to the guide.

"of course can."

The guide smiled and opened the glass door of the display case for her.

Although regulations dictate that cultural relics should not be touched directly like this, the person in question is Earl Hall's daughter, a woman of high status and illustrious family background, so the rules had to give way. Moreover, this was during closing hours, so no one would likely pursue the matter.

So Audrey readily complied, stepping inside the display case and looking around. Then, using her golden retriever Susie as cover, she discreetly probed one of the bookmarks.

The bookmark felt strangely resistant, proving it was no ordinary bookmark.

Sure enough there is a problem.

In this way, I can reply to Mr. Fool's followers.
Audrey's smile remained unchanged, but she was secretly delighted.

After visiting the entire exhibition, she immediately took the opportunity to pray to Mr. Fool and report the relevant situation.

(End of this chapter)