Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 265 Good Night
“Mr. Fool, I’ve drawn it.”

Luze showed the tarot card to the Fool.

"I understand. From today onwards, your code name here will be Mr. Temperance."

Behind the gray fog, Klein tried to maintain the demeanor of a superior and spoke calmly.

Theoretically speaking, the most suitable codename for Luzer would have been "The Hanged Man." Unfortunately, Alger had already obtained that codename, so Klein had to settle for a less desirable one, choosing one with a deeper meaning.

control.

Patience, control, harmony, purification of the mind, and maintaining the balance between the material and spiritual worlds—these are the meanings of this Tarot card.

In a sense, this perfectly describes Lu Ze's current situation.

Klein wanted to use this to remind him not to let anger cloud his judgment, and not to let his pain destroy his mind.

Sorry, Luze, I found out too late.
He thought to himself.

By the time he realized something was wrong with Luze above the gray fog, it was too late. Before he could take any action, Luze's prayers had already pierced through reality and reached above the gray fog. Through the connection established by Luze's prayers, he saw the situation on the ground and learned of Luze's ordeal.

Unexpectedly, the "Cecilia" he met was a fake. It can only be said that he did not have much contact with her in Tingen and did not know her well enough. His own sequence was not high. Perhaps he could only discover her peculiarity through the gray fog.

Klein felt nothing but sympathy for this.

He couldn't imagine how he would feel if Benson or Melissa had experienced something like that. No, Benson and Melissa were already feeling that way.

So when Klein saw Luzer's rage and madness, he immediately brought him above the gray fog, offering him a glimmer of hope. However, becoming a god is easier said than done, and this hope was extremely slim.

“Every Monday afternoon at 3 pm from now on, try to be alone. I will bring you here for a party.”

He said so.

"besides,"

Seeing Lu Ze nod in understanding, he quickly added, "The illusory tide within you will resist my summons. You'd better stop it before I call you."

He noticed a slight look of surprise on Lu Ze's face.

"Mr. Fool, do you know that there is a tidal wave within me?!" he said. "May I ask, what is the true nature of this tidal wave?"

How would I know?
Klein muttered to himself, but outwardly maintained his aloof and profound demeanor, merely chuckling softly as he said:
You'll find out for yourself later.

".OK."

Lu Zedao.

Is it because of some reason that fools are unwilling to speak?
he thought to himself.

"Well then, let's leave it at that for now."

Seeing that Luze had fallen silent, Klein waved his hand, ending the summoning.

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.

The deep red receded like a tide, and Lu Ze opened his eyes to find himself in darkness and cold, with the rough texture of bricks against his back.

He had returned to that dark alley in the East District.

I have indeed established contact with Mr. Fool.
Lu Ze thought to himself.

Furthermore, what was the Fool thinking, having even gained the qualification to attend the Divine Council? Incidentally, the Fool is also the very first card of the Tarot deck, representing the beginning of everything. There are twenty-two Major Arcana cards in the Tarot, and the extraordinary path also happens to have twenty-two paths. Is there some strange connection between these?
Furthermore, Mr. Fool didn't tell me the true nature of that illusory tide. I don't know how to stop it. Perhaps I can ask my other personality, the one who looks like Ms. M.
Just as Lu Ze was lost in thought, something in his arms suddenly wriggled and made a sound.

Looking down, he saw it was the black kitten he had brought back from the street corner. The little creature was moving slightly, struggling to lift its head, looking at him with its blue eyes. Its body was cold, and there was a wound on its hind leg, the blood frozen into ice crystals, matted together with its black fur.

You need to get treatment quickly.
Lu Ze stroked the cat's small head; the touch was prickly, and its fur wasn't smooth at all. His other hand moved to its injured leg, and flesh magic was activated. Soon, the gruesome wound healed rapidly, leaving only bare pink skin that would need to slowly grow fur back.

The kitten shook its hind legs, seemingly still unaccustomed to its suddenly healed limbs.

His palm pressed against the little black cat's body, its large, warm touch quickly restoring its body temperature. The little black cat struggled to its feet, but still seemed to have little strength.

"Are you hungry? Wait a moment."

Lu Ze told it, and the shadow beneath him quietly wriggled away from his body. After a while, it returned, now carrying a glass jar of milk. It had been taken from a nearby resident's house, along with a sum of cash.

He took the milk jug, poured a little into his palm, and offered it to the kitten.

"Mi"

The little creature wasn't afraid of him at all. It leaned over and stuck out its barbed tongue to lick the milk, making a ticklish sensation in his palm.

After pouring milk a few times, the kitten was satisfied. It stretched in his arms, then curled up and went to sleep.

"That's really bold."

Lu Ze looked at the creature in his arms and thought to himself.

Cecilia loves cats so much, she would be overjoyed to see such a friendly little guy, right?

A smile had just appeared on his face when it froze.

No, she will never see it again.

Cecilia is dead.

No one will ever again take care of him when he's having a fit, and no one will ever wait for him to come home. In this bustling world, there is now another lonely person like him.

Lu Ze remained silent for a long time, only lowering his head to stroke the little black cat's head.

"Meow?"

The little black cat opened its eyes in confusion.

It didn't understand why the huge creature had suddenly started trembling and dripping hot water.

The kitten didn't understand the complexities of human emotions. As a cat, it disliked water, something that would get its body wet. However, since this huge creature had given it food and was warm, the kitten generously forgave him, simply adjusting its position in his lap to find a warm and soft spot where it wouldn't get wet, and then curled up again.

"what"

It yawned sleepily, closed its azure eyes, draped its tail over its nose, and quickly drifted into a sweet dream.

In its dream, it experiences no pain, running freely in a vibrant world, chasing after its frantic prey. And when it wakes up, it believes that the big guy will provide it with even better food.
Sleep peacefully, a bright future awaits you.

good night.

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