Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 227 Mr. A

Chapter 227 Mr. A
Backlund, in a basement that resembles a temple.

Sparse candles were placed one by one on the temple pillars, bringing a little light to the dark place. However, the candlelight only illuminated a very small part, and most of the temple was still shrouded in darkness.

At the end of the candlelight, on the temple floor, a group of people dressed in black robes knelt devoutly. The light was dim, and their faces were indistinct, only their eyes reflecting the candlelight, flickering faintly.

These eyes are all looking at the front of the basement at the same time.

There stood an upside-down statue of a giant. The giant's face bore an expression of indescribable pain, and his body was covered in crisscrossing, bright red bloodstains, which were slowly flowing downwards.

The black of the robes, the dim yellow of the candles, and the bright red of the bloodstains constituted the entire color scheme of this area.

"The will of God resides within each of us, connected to our very spirituality."

Before the statue stood Mr. A, draped in a black robe. His back to the statue, facing the crowd, he preached to them in a devout yet strange tone. He had now removed his hood, revealing an exceptionally handsome, almost feminine face.

The people below were silent, their attention completely drawn to Mr. A. His words seemed to possess a magical power, compelling these believers to listen and accept them unconditionally.

"However, the seven fallen gods usurped the Lord's authority, misled humanity, and prevented them from connecting with the original Creator."

At this point, Mr. A's voice carried a hint of anger and contempt, "They and their minions established a blasphemous and evil organization on earth, tempting ignorant lambs into the abyss."

"And you are blessed, for you have heard my preaching and received the Lord's love."

After his anger subsided, his tone softened, "The Lord will bear your sins and relieve you of your suffering."

People remained silent, but something seemed to have changed imperceptibly. From beneath the black robes, low murmurs arose, and something seemed to grow out of places where limbs shouldn't be, wriggling and pushing up the black cloth.

In the darkness, a mixture of joy and twisted emotions was brewing, and everyone felt the great will of the Lord.

"The seven evil gods feared the Lord, and they united to obstruct the Lord's salvation for the earth. But no matter how hard they and their minions tried, it was to no avail."

Mr. A gave a mysterious smile.

"The Lord will return."

After finishing his sermon and seeing the congregation off, Mr. A knelt alone before the statue of God. Facing the Lord and listening to His great voice filled him with immense glory and peace. He remained in prayer for a long time, motionless, until a servant respectfully entered, at which point he raised his head.

"Mr. A, it's time."

The waiter bowed and said.

"I see."

Mr. A took one last look at the statue, devoutly made the sign of the inverted cross on his chest, then put on his hood and left the basement, walking up the stairs to the top.

At this moment, sofas, tables, chairs, and a blackboard had already been set up in the lobby on the first floor, and the extraordinary gathering he had convened was proceeding as usual. When these people saw him enter, they all bowed their heads to him, showing expressions of awe and even obsequiousness.

They're all ignorant fools.
Mr. A looked at these people who had never received the Lord's grace, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

If he didn't need their intelligence, he would not hesitate to control these fools, pass on the Lord's glory to them, and make them the Lord's lambs.

However, he still needs to be patient until the Lord truly descends.

Mr. A walked through the crowd and sat down on a single sofa.

He spoke in a calm voice.

"I have a mission."

"Help me find some people who believe in the so-called 'fools'."

This was the Lord's will for him. Although his own mistake had caused the Lord's offspring to slip out of his control, the merciful Lord still accepted his repentance, continued to trust him, and gave him divine revelation. This time, he must do everything in his power to fulfill the Lord's will.

"Whoever finds these clues will receive a reward you can't even imagine!"

Beside him, two servants worked together to erect a blackboard bearing the name of the Fool: "A Fool Not of This Time."

The extraordinary individuals attending the gathering read the Rune text above, each pondering the descriptions, some lost in thought, others discussing them in hushed tones with their companions.

"What an incredible description! It sounds like something out of a god!"

Someone sighed.

"Yes, by using a three-part description without adding any subordinate elements, a connection can be established in the realm of mysticism. This is a privilege reserved for deities or those of equal rank!"

Another member, who was more familiar with the occult, nodded.

These people were discussing intensely, but Fors and the others present were immediately shocked.

Isn't this the esteemed name of Mr. Fool?
How would Mr. A know this, and judging from his intentions, he wants to capture Mr. Fool's followers or believers.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be startled.

Because in every sense, she is closely associated with fools!
Fortunately, no one else knew about her and the Fool, and even the other members of the Tarot Club were unaware of her true identity. Mr. A probably wouldn't discover her directly.

However, this matter should be reported to Mr. Fool as soon as possible.
Beside her, Hugh was also surprised by this description, because she had seen this name before and had even foolishly read it in ancient Hermetic script, which led to her seeing a mysterious being in her dream. Looking back now, she was still very scared.

The two exchanged a glance and understood each other's intentions—it was best not to let Mr. A know.

Although the members had a long and heated discussion, the gathering had to continue. Everyone reported their needs and made transactions. Mr. A sat on a single sofa, supervising the transaction process, when a waiter came over, leaned down, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Suddenly, Mr. A straightened up from his previously languid sitting posture.

"Tell him to wait for me in the small room."

He said to his waiter.

The latter bowed in agreement and left immediately.

After that, Mr. A absentmindedly supervised the transaction process, then left the extraordinary individuals to chat freely and quickly walked to the small room at the back.

There, a person wearing a mask and hood was already waiting.

"I really didn't expect to get a lead so quickly."

Mr. A chuckled and then asked the other party, "Tell me everything you know about that 'Fool'."

Then he heard the person on the other end of the line say "Huh?" in surprise.

"The Fool? What's that?"

Mr. A's expression froze instantly, then turned angry.

"are you kidding me?"

He asked casually.

"Of course I wouldn't dare!"

The other party immediately protested, "I'm here to report on the bounty you posted! I've discovered Lanruis's whereabouts!"

"...Lanius?"

Mr. A paused, then froze.