Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 272 Looting the Aurora Club

Lu Ze went up the steps, leaving the dark temple and arriving at the ground floor of the building.

Several waiters clad in black robes were already standing in place, originally subordinate to Mr. A, their eyes now gleaming with a pale golden light. After infiltrating the building, Lu Ze first hypnotized them before heading underground with peace of mind.

By this time, everyone in the building was under his control.

"Show me this house."

He said this to the hypnotized waiter.

The waiter obediently led the way, showing him the various rooms in the house. The first floor consisted of small rooms, the waiters' cramped living quarters, the kitchen, the bathroom, and so on. Mr. A's room was on the second floor. As soon as Lu Ze pushed open the door, a strong stench of blood wafted into his nostrils.

The entire room then came into view.

The windows facing out were blocked by heavy curtains, making the room dimly lit. The spacious room contained only a few simple pieces of furniture: a bed, a chair, and a bedside table. Against the wall stood a heavy, sturdy safe.

On the wall directly opposite the bed, there was a small inverted cross, with a naked giant hanging upside down on it.

Lu Ze frowned, looking at the room with disgust. If it were just an inverted cross on the wall, it wouldn't have caused him such an expression. What truly bothered him was an absolutely peculiar phenomenon in the entire room.

—Words written in blood.

Crimson, crooked handwriting densely covered the walls and floors, occupying every blank surface. These words, chaotic and disordered, were simply a continuous hymn to and praise of the true Creator.

The intense sense of madness was conveyed through the words, and he could imagine the corresponding scene: on countless blood-red nights, Mr. A bit his finger in madness, muttering decadent prayers while writing wildly on the wall, not caring even as the flesh on his finger was worn away.
"madman."

Lu Ze said coldly and walked into the room.

He found a bandage on Mr. A's bed, with fine metal barbs and bloodstains.

The ascetic path.

This is a tool that uses physical pain to achieve mental concentration. When tightly bound to the thigh, the metal barbs will pierce the skin and flesh, causing intense pain whenever the wearer moves.

This pain is far too mild.

Lu Ze shook his head.

He searched the room but found nothing of value, and finally turned his attention to the sturdy safe.

"Do you know the password?"

He asked the waiter behind him.

Several waiters shook their heads blankly, a faint golden light gleaming in their eyes.

It seems I'll have to open it myself.

"boom!"

Lu Ze conjured a magma sword with his palm and slowly pierced the tip of this blazing, sharp longsword into the safe. He didn't insert it too far, fearing that the intense heat might damage the valuables inside.

"laugh--"

The safe made a soft creaking sound, and smoke billowed out. Lu Ze carefully moved the blade along the edge, cutting the safe door completely off. This thick safe might be able to stop ordinary people and low-level extraordinary individuals, but it was hardly enough for him.

Lu Ze gripped the handle, about to remove the door, but suddenly stopped, as if sensing something.

He thought for a moment, then cut off a piece of flesh and blood to make a crimson wall that stood in front of him before slowly taking down the door.

"call!"

Sure enough, as soon as the safe door was opened, a cloud of crimson mist immediately gushed out, only to be blocked by the fleshy wall, producing a sizzling sound. Lu Ze manipulated the wall to gather and close inward, finally enveloping all the mist within the chunks of flesh.

After doing all that, he finally had time to look inside the safe. Then Lu Ze was somewhat disappointed.

Inside the two-tiered safe, only the second tier contained stacks of cash, a few land deeds, and four or five pieces of jewelry. The first tier was empty, with only a faint trace of its presence, suggesting that extraordinary materials or sealed artifacts had once been stored there.

"Where are the things up there?"

He asked the waiter.

"He was taken away by His Holiness the Saint."

A waiter said in a dazed tone, "Those will be counted as Mr. A's contributions to the organization."

Were they taken away by that Dark Saint?

Lu Ze sighed inwardly at the pity, then reached into the safe and unceremoniously took out everything inside. The cash banknotes were of various denominations, totaling over 3000 pounds, while the land deeds were evenly distributed across several districts of Backlund. As for the value of the jewelry, it was currently impossible to estimate.

How shabby!
Lu Ze couldn't help but think, "They're not as rich as me."

Even without considering today's earnings, he already had more cash on hand than that.

Let's do a quick calculation:
He was paid over £400 for saving Miss Audrey at the hospital;

Sell ​​the Sequence 8 "Sheriff" master material for £540;
The bounty for killing the demon hound is £1000.
The reward for rescuing Princess Sofia of Fussac was £3000. In addition, there was Miss Audrey's employment, the gang's thanks, and other miscellaneous expenses, totaling more than £5000.

With today's earnings, his total cash balance has now reached over £8000.

Even in the wealthy and prosperous Backlund, this was a huge sum of money!

However, even such a large sum of money is insignificant compared to the value of high-level potions. According to the Queen, the extraordinary properties of Sequence 5 alone can fetch 8000 to 10000 pounds, while Sequence 4 is practically invaluable.

Let's put the purchase plan on the agenda first, and then slowly look for other options while dealing with "Shepherd".

He thought to himself.

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.

After that, Lu Ze temporarily left the house, leaving only the waiter he had controlled to maintain the illusion that "everything is normal at the Aurora Club." In a few days, he would still be hosting the gatherings under Mr. A's disguise.

But before that, he had more important things to do.

Tomorrow is Monday, and at 3 PM, the Fool will be pulling himself into the gray fog to participate in the Tarot meeting. He must test it beforehand to see if the method M provided works.

Luzer returned to his current residence, the safe house that gang leader Charles had "enthusiastically" provided. It was a townhouse located at the border of the East End and the Joewood district, larger than 6 Narcissus Street. Moreover, being in Backlund, the price was correspondingly higher.

However, Lu Ze no longer cared about the condition of the house. He simply pushed open the door indifferently, walked through the empty living room, and returned to his room.

"come out."

As he called out, M's illusory figure quietly appeared.

"Start now?"

She asked.

After receiving Luze's affirmative answer, M began to act. She gently walked up to Luze, embraced his head, and inserted her illusory hands into his head.

"Well!"

Lu Ze couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, feeling his spirit trembling.

　Thank you to reader Psyduck with furrowed brows for the generous donation of 100 Qidian coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)