Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 284 Uncontrolled Divination

Backlund, East District, in a house belonging to the Zmanger Party.

“Mr. Gabriel.”

A man in a worker's uniform spoke up, "Three days have passed, and I think we can resume our operations."

The man's appearance clearly showed the features of someone from the southern highlands: dark skin and deep-set eyes. Although dressed like a worker, he possessed an undisguised fierce aura. He seemed unfamiliar with the languages ​​of the northern continent, speaking Intis in a stiff and monotonous manner.

"Don't worry yet."

Across from him, the man who had been enjoying his coffee immediately frowned and gave a perfunctory reply.

What a vulgar barbarian! It's a desecration for him to use our elegant and beautiful language.
The man named Gabriel thought to himself.

"But His Excellency the Ambassador said..."

"Stop, please speak to me in Rune."

The highland man was interrupted by Gabriel, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes, but he still switched to the equally strange-sounding Rune language:
"His Excellency the Ambassador said that we only have one month, and our time is running out."

"Singer, are you taking me for a fool?"

Gabriel looked up and glanced at the greedy and cunning highlander. “The ambassador is right. He wants you to regain control of the Zmanger Party and become one of the underground forces in Backlund. He didn’t ask you to occupy a large territory. You’re in such a hurry to act now just to develop your power. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“Singer, I’m warning you. His Excellency the Ambassador can grant you a potion to make you an extraordinary being and dominate the Zmang Party, but he can also kick you out at any time and take back your traits. Don’t try to play tricks on us; it won’t do you any good.”

As if he had hit the nail on the head, the new leader of the "Zmang Party," Singh, became somewhat more subdued.

What a trouble
Seeing this, Gabriel sighed inwardly, feeling deeply moved.

Life is unpredictable. He should have been chatting with girls in the sun-drenched, passionate land of the sun, instead of scheming against a stinky man in the cold, dark, and foggy land of Backlund.

The ambassador—it's all the fault of the newly appointed Intis ambassador to Ruen, who brought him to Backlund with a transfer order. His main task now is to assist this savage and cunning highlander in regaining control of the Zmanger Party, making this gang a subordinate organization of the Intis intelligence agency once again.

In short, it's not a pleasant job.

"Mr. Gabriel, even if you don't allow us to take action, couldn't you at least use your abilities to analyze the situation?"

Singh was silent for a moment, then spoke again, "I think our interests are aligned. If my influence expands, the ambassador will recognize your achievements and give you a higher evaluation, won't he?"

This time, Gabriel hesitated for a moment.

The ambassador had told me that if I could achieve good results, I could return home early.
"Ok."

He finally agreed, taking a pendant from his jacket pocket—a clear blue gemstone hanging from a sterling silver chain. Seeing this, Singh tactfully retrieved a pile of items from the safe: intelligence and data about the gang, as well as some personal belongings.

"What do you want to know?"

Gabriel took the items and placed them on the table, while also taking out paper and pen.

As a Sequence 9 diviner, he can perform divination through occult connections and obtain unknown information.

It was thanks to his assistance, and the strength of Singh, who had also drunk the Sequence 9 "Hunter" potion, that the Zmanger Party was able to rise again in a short period of time and become a respectable underground force in the East District once again.

"Please help me with a divination regarding the personnel arrangements of the Lehman Brothers."

"Singer quickly said. Based on the distribution of personnel, a corresponding attack plan can be formulated. He wasn't as reckless as the previous leader, Meursault, who only resorted to force and ended up disappearing without a trace after offending someone."

"Personnel distribution"

Gabriel wrote down the corresponding divination text, recited it seven times, and then fell into a dream, but soon woke up and quickly sketched on a blank sheet of paper.

Singh watched from the side, a strange look on his face.

"They're so scattered. They seem completely unprepared. Didn't they consider that I might launch another attack after I take back the territory?"

He had also learned about the leader of the Lehman Brothers. He was a shrewd guy, just like himself. Surely he understood this basic principle.
"Something's wrong."

Singer said with a slight unease, "Mr. Gabriel, please continue your divination and see what the leader, Charles, is doing on the other side."

Gabriel performed the divination as instructed.

He quickly awoke from his dream, his expression somewhat puzzled. Meeting Singh's questioning gaze, he said doubtfully, "I saw him doing charity work?"

Through dream divination, Gabriel saw that Charles had been very busy lately, taking in some homeless people and providing them with food and shelter. His gang members were also doing the same thing, making it seem like they weren't a gang but some kind of charity organization.

"Impossible! They were no different from other gangs before! There must be some deeper reason!"

Gabriel was getting a little carried away. As a "fortune teller," his predictions were usually very accurate, though occasionally they would be ambiguous. But this was the first time he had ever seen anything so strange.

Before Singh could say anything more, Gabriel hurriedly wrote down the divination text once again:
"The reason for Charles's sudden change in temperament."

After silently reciting the divination statement seven times, he leaned back and, through his spiritual connection with the spirit world, directly entered the dream.

A hazy dream slowly unfolded before him, like a picture composed of layers of mist. Through the picture, he saw a silent shadow standing beside Charles.

The figure was blurry and indistinct; only a crimson robe could be seen, its color vibrant and fresh, as if just splashed with blood. No, upon closer inspection, the red surface revealed the agonizing faces of countless dead people, wailing and struggling.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the other party looked at him, and a golden light flashed by.

"what--"

Gabriel let out a high-pitched, terrified scream, and with a "bang," his eyes popped out.

"Mr. Gabriel?!"

Singh exclaimed in surprise, but Gabriel could no longer answer. He covered his bloodied face, rolled on the ground, and screamed.

"He saw me!"

Gabriel cried out in terror, "He's coming! Help! I can't escape!"

"Mr. Gabriel, what are you talking about? You're insane!"

Singh was startled and quickly distanced himself from the other person.

Because Gabriel suddenly drew a revolver from his waist, this extraordinary person who could predict the future and usually appeared superior now had bloodshot eyes.

"It's so crazy, so painful. I don't want to know. I don't want to endure it."

He said in terror and despair, pressing the gun to his chin and then pulling the trigger without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)