Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 252 Klein, what do you think of the Fool?
"The dignified Aurora Society's divine messenger, Mr. A, is actually hiding here, crying and praying."

The woman in white robes chuckled and said, "It is a great pity that the divine heir has fallen and could not bring your master down."

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Mr. A stopped confessing and turned around.

Because of the repeated impacts to the ground, his once handsome face was disfigured, his forehead a bloody mess. Blood flowed down into his eyes, turning his beautiful, almost feminine eyes crimson.

What are you doing here?

Mr. A looked at the other person and said coldly.

"Of course, I'm here to express my concern."

The woman in the white robe smiled gently, her voice sweet, "After all, we are partners now, and we need each other's strength before we achieve our ultimate goal."

As she spoke, she slowly approached Mr. A.

This was an absolutely stunning woman, with a delicate and innocent face, yet every gesture she made exuded an irresistible allure. Her plain white robe, devoid of any embellishment, effortlessly outlined her figure as she slowly stepped forward, radiating a hazy and subtle, enchanting charm.

She didn't deliberately do anything seductive; she just walked over naturally, yet she was already mesmerizing.

Unfortunately, Mr. A just stared at her with a frenzied and cold gaze, without even a moment's hesitation in his bloodshot eyes.

“If you have nothing else to say, don’t bother me. I’m in a bad mood right now,” he said. “Pannadia, your witch cult hasn’t even cleaned up its own mess, yet you have the nerve to boss me around. If you dare to insult the great Lord, even if you’re a Sequence 4, I’ll fight you to the death.”

Sure enough, this stunningly beautiful woman was no ordinary person, but a demigod witch of Sequence 4.

"Don't get so angry."

The demigoddess, whom Mr. A referred to as Panatia, wasn't angry. Instead, she chuckled softly, her voice almost like a coquettish whisper, "Thanks to MI9, the Kapin case has been dealt with perfunctorily. However, the human trafficking chain has been broken, and we'll need to put in some more effort to rebuild it."

Mr. A watched her speak eloquently with indifference. After a moment, he turned around and continued to pray and repent before the statue of the true creator.

He seemed to have no intention of paying any more attention to Panpanatia.

"Don't be so cold, let's talk again."

Panadia, in her white robes, smiled and said, "I've heard that the one who killed the heir of the gods was an extraordinary being who followed the same path as you. Has a blasphemous rebel appeared among your believers?"

Mr. A ignored him and just kept his head down in prayer.

“I have a lead on this person.”

Panatia continued, subtly dropping an important message.

She spoke softly, but Mr. A suddenly stopped.

"What did you say?"

He turned back again.

"You probably don't know this, but actually, the murderer in the Kapin case was also an Extraordinary being of the Mystic Path."

Panatia returned his meaningful smile and took out a small round mirror from beneath her white robe. As she spoke, she gently ran her fingers across the surface of the mirror, and countless illusory lights immediately appeared in the reflection, layer upon layer.

"Magic mirror, magic mirror on the wall, who killed Lanluus?"

Panatia opened her rosy lips and asked the mirror.

With her murmur, a powerful demigod aura emanated from her, and Mr. A frowned, seemingly feeling the pressure. He saw an invisible, mysterious force acting on the mirror, the illusory light within it beginning to coalesce, and then—

"Click."

Suddenly, a patch of blood-red light appeared on the surface of the mirror, and then the entire mirror shattered in two and fell to the ground.

The divination failed. However, even though the divination failed, Panatia still smiled beautifully at Mr. A.

"When I tried to divine the culprit in the Ka Ping case before, the divination also failed. Not only that, the mirror was destroyed just like before."

She smiled and said, "Don't you think this is a coincidence?"

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.

In the East District, in the apartment rented by Lu Ze.

"How are you feeling, Lu Ze? Are you feeling any better?"

Klein, sporting a full beard and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, arrived at the door, carrying a stack of manuscripts.

"No, he's still going crazy."

Lu Ze smiled, his expression constantly shifting due to his mental confusion, which made Klein uneasy. "However, I have already contacted the Psychological Alchemy Society through some channel. They are experts in the field of mental health and should be able to help me with my treatment."

The Psychological Alchemy Society. Could the "channel" Luze mentioned be Miss Justice? After all, he saved Hugh and Fors, so it's quite reasonable for him to get to know Miss Audrey through them.

Klein thought to himself, then pushed the stack of manuscripts over from the table. "Here, these are the Roselle diaries I collected during this time."

These diaries are not all that he has collected, but rather those that he has selected. The members of the Tarot Club collected a considerable number of diaries for him from various places, and it would seem suspicious to give them all to Luze at once—it doesn't make sense for him to collect so many diaries in such a short period of time by himself.

After filtering, the diary entries he gave to Lu Ze mostly contained useful information. Only a few were useless, used to reduce suspicion.

"Thanks."

Lu Ze took the diary, glanced at the thickness of the pages, and was slightly surprised.

Klein is quite capable; he's collected so much.
He thought to himself.

"Um, that, Lu Ze."

Klein looked at Luzer, and after a moment, he hesitated before speaking, "Actually, I still feel a little guilty. My idea was too rash back then, and I wasn't of much help in stopping Lanius afterwards."

"I already said, there's no need to apologize."

Lu Ze casually interrupted him, "Actually, even without you, the true creator had no intention of letting me go."

Just as he saw in his dream, the true creator was also on that sea, and the conflict between the two sides was bound to erupt sooner or later. Besides, Lanius was a problem he created in the first place, and Klein was essentially dragged into it.

"correct."

He remembered something and looked at Klein, asking, "Have you researched that 'Fool'?"

Klein was also present when he received the message from the True Creator that day, and he too saw the name and description of the "Fool." Because of the True Creator, Luzer became increasingly curious about this mysterious being and wanted to consult his former colleague, since a large part of his occult knowledge had been taught to him by him.

"Fool?"

Klein's eyelids twitched slightly, but he maintained his composure with his strong ability to control his expression. He asked curiously, "Oh, you mean that name I saw that night? I haven't looked into it. Why?"

"I'm considering whether or not to pray to the Fool."

Lu Ze said calmly.

"what?"

Klein paused for a moment, then slowly asked, "Why?"

“I’ll just rely on the True Creator to be His enemy,” Lu Ze said. “If one day I’m chased to the point of no return by that evil god, I plan to call upon the Fool and destroy the True Creator!”

Klein fell silent after hearing this, remaining speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)