Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 230 The Trail of Lanius

"Come out."

Lu Ze spoke to the soul within his body that he could not respond to. He was quite certain that this soul was not the soul of a demigod-level powerhouse, but rather a wisp of M's remaining soul.

However, just as his previous calls had yielded no response, the soul remained completely unresponsive. The surrounding flesh and blood tightly enveloped it, not tormenting it as other souls had done, but rather seemingly protecting it.
Ah, lurking within my body, are you still unwilling to simply disappear?
Lu Ze sneered, attempting to use the shepherd's power, extending his thoughts to prepare to whip and command that soul.

As long as you're inside me, you have to listen to me, come out honestly, and tell me everything you know!

"Boom boom boom!"

Just as Lu Ze's thoughts were about to touch that soul, a sudden, urgent knocking came from downstairs, interrupting his actions.

Who would pick such a bad time!

Lu Ze paused, then stopped moving with a hint of annoyance. He turned, stood up, opened the door, and went down the stairs to the first floor. There, his sister was already in the porch, seemingly preparing dinner, a spoon in her hand. She glanced instinctively at the door, the spoon gripping with the force of a dagger.

"Who?"

Lu Ze raised his voice and asked. Because he had been interrupted, his tone was somewhat unpleasant.

But soon, the voice behind the door startled him.

"Lu Ze, it's me!"

Klein's voice rang out from behind the door, sounding somewhat urgent.

"Klein?"

Lu Ze was taken aback. He walked to the door and opened it. Sure enough, his former colleague was standing there.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

he asked.

Although Klein knew his home address, he usually communicated by letter. The fact that he had come to his door in person meant he must have something very urgent to tell him immediately.

"I've found Lanius's whereabouts."

As expected, Klein's answer did not disappoint him.

"Really found it?"

Lu Ze asked in surprise, "How did you find out?"

"Um, it's because of a case I've been investigating recently."

Klein replied, his mind involuntarily recalling what had just happened.

-

A few hours ago, at 15 Minsk Street.

"Finally, I had a day of peace and quiet."

After getting up in the morning, washing up in the bathroom, and having breakfast of coffee, bread, and fried meat, Klein leaned back on the sofa and muttered to himself contentedly.

As for Little Sun, with the protection of the "angel" created by Klein, he has passed the test and should be under low-level surveillance from now on. The "All-Black Eye" has also been successfully retrieved, although it has been locked onto by the true creator as a result. However, since it has no followers, Mr. A and his team's search will be fruitless.

Fors promptly reported the situation, but his nonchalant attitude towards the pursuit of the true creator only aroused more awe among the members of the Tarot Club.

In addition, he did something big last night.

That is, successfully infiltrating the Roselle memorial exhibition and obtaining the "Blasphemy Card" that was disguised as a bookmark. The Blasphemy Card depicts an emperor figure resembling Roselle, and its name is naturally—"The Black Emperor".

After initial research, he discovered that this blasphemous card contained a complete record of all the potion recipes and rituals of the Black Emperor pathway, from Sequence 9 "The Lawyer" to Sequence 0 "The Black Emperor," all clearly documented. Furthermore, the card's inherent high status enhanced his soul strength; when he embraced this card, his aura resembled that of a true emperor.

In this way, Mr. Fool had successfully found a way, and he felt more at ease being the head of the secret organization, the Tarot Society.

"I never imagined that the activation incantation for the 'Blasphemy Card' would be the name of Emperor Roselle's daughter."

Recalling his experience of opening cards in the gray fog, Klein muttered to himself, "Although the Emperor had improper relationships with many women and even tasted the flavor of witches, he still had deep feelings for his children."

Considering what Luze said—that his daughter, now a prominent figure in the Extraordinary World, also missed her father and spent her last moments in the exhibition hall before leaving Backlund—the bond between them must have been incredibly deep. It's likely that she was greatly affected by the assassination attempt on the Emperor in his later years.
Klein thought to himself.

"Clang, clang, clang."

Just as he was considering how to spend the day—whether to go to the circus to watch a real magician perform or simply lie down and rest—his doorbell suddenly rang, its pleasant sound echoing downstairs.

Commission?

My advertisement has been taken down.
Klein, dressed in a casual shirt and loose trousers, came to the door and took the handle.

At the same time, the image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind:
This was a tall, thin man with a refined, gold-rimmed glasses and a detached expression—Allen Chris, a friend he had met at the club.

A magician's spiritual intuition allows him to foresee certain things to some extent.

Why is Allen here? Didn't Detective Stanton help him find his colleague?
Klein thought to himself as he yanked open the door.

"Allen? What brings you here?"

He disguised himself slightly, first glancing at the other person before recognizing them, and then asking in confusion.

"Good morning, Sherlock. I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if you'd be at the club today, so I came directly to your house. It was a bit abrupt, please forgive me." Alan's usually cold face showed a hint of worry, but he still spoke politely. "You said before that you were too busy to take on any cases, so what about now?"

"What? You haven't found your colleague yet?"

"Klein asked."

"Um"

A look of hesitation crossed Allen's face.

"Please come in first."

Klein then realized he had been blocking his guest at the door and quickly stepped aside. "Sit down and let's talk. Would you like something to drink?"

"No need to worry about it."

Allen walked in, shook his head, and said, "Business comes first."

He went into the living room, sat down, and began to explain the situation to Klein.

It turned out that although Klein had introduced several detectives, including Isengard, to Allen, these detectives had all been quite busy lately. Winter had arrived in Backlund, and people's living expenses included heating, especially in the slums. The burden of these expenses had to be met in other ways, leading to an increase in various types of crime.

Isengard couldn't personally receive Allen, but instead assigned him his own assistant. However, the assistant wasn't very capable, and after searching for two or three days, he still hadn't found any valuable clues.

“Thomas’ family has given up hope, but I still wanted to do more for him,” Allen said earnestly. “So, I came to you. If you have some free time, I hope you can accept my request.”

"Well, if you insist, I can accept it."

Klein thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"That's great!"

Allen relaxed.

"You seem to care a lot about this colleague."

Klein took a sip of coffee and said with a smile.

"Yes, Thomas is the most responsible obstetrician I have ever met. Without him, I would feel sorry and uneasy for the mothers in Backlund."

Allen answered seriously.

Upon hearing this, Klein's smile froze.

"obstetrics?"

He repeated it with difficulty, a bad feeling suddenly creeping into his heart.

(End of this chapter)