Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 285 You guys have been making quite a fuss lately.
"boom!"

The deafening gunshot echoed in the room. The bullet easily pierced Gabriel's chin, penetrated his skull, and only stopped after turning his soft brain into a bloody mess. This fortune teller, who had just been reminiscing about the bright sunshine of his hometown, ended his life in such a tragic and swift manner.

The body fell to the ground, leaving behind a stunned Zmang party leader, Singh.

His mind was in a daze; he couldn't understand what was happening at all. It was just a routine divination, like countless others he'd done before. But this time, Gabriel had gone mad without warning, even committing suicide with a pistol.

How am I supposed to explain this to the ambassador?
Singh gasped for breath, the stench of blood and gunpowder filling his nostrils. The intense smell jolted him awake.

In short, deal with the body and the scene first.
"Someone is coming."

He raised his voice and shouted, trying to call his men in to help him with the work.

But he soon hesitated again.

Is it inappropriate to let my subordinates know?
The next second, Singh suddenly sensed something was wrong.

What about people?

He didn't need to shout; someone should have come in by now! With such a loud gunshot, were his men deaf? Couldn't they hear it?

Unless, they already have.
"Squeak-"

The door slowly opened, revealing a view into the deeper part of the corridor where a crimson liquid seemed to be slowly flowing on the floor. In his terror, Singh saw his men standing outside, their faces blank, pushing open the door, a faint golden light gleaming in their eyes. The others wore the same bewildered expressions.

His men surrounded a handsome man wearing a crimson robe.

Danger!

Singh's heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively he turned and ran, smashing through the window and onto the street.

Whether he's an ambassador or a subordinate, survival is the most important thing!
However, a deep-seated fear made his feet feel as if they were nailed to the ground, rendering him unable to move. He could only watch as the man walked in as if no one else was there, glanced around, and then fixed his gaze on Gabriel's corpse.

"what happened?"

The man in the red robe, Lu Ze, asked directly.

He committed suicide.

Singh's heart tightened, and he spoke honestly.

"suicide?"

Lu Ze tilted his head slightly, looking a little puzzled.

Just now, following the intelligence provided by Charles, he infiltrated the Zmanger Party headquarters. Although he didn't know which room the leader was in, his shepherd instincts told him that there was a soul with extraordinary characteristics here.

But he had only just approached, before he even entered, when he heard gunshots coming from inside.

Why did he commit suicide?

"I don't know either. Mr. Gabriel was doing a divination just now, and then..."

Singh didn't dare to hide it; he sensed a terrifying aura emanating from Luzer, a kind of oppression that even the ambassador, who was said to be a powerful extraordinary being, had never given him.

Is this guy a fortune teller?
Lu Ze picked up the white paper on the table and couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the divination text written in Hermes.

Did this mean I was divined and then experienced a shock?
Serves me right. I didn't even know how much madness I possessed. Fool, true creator, that illusory tide. A diviner, the result of rashly probing was naturally unbearable. In the face of a mental breakdown, suicide was a reasonable course of action.

He looked at the mangled corpse. Spiritual points of light were constantly emanating from it, eventually coalescing into a small sphere that floated in mid-air.

A Sequence 9 Diviner trait could probably fetch around £400.
Lu Ze reached out and picked up the small ball.

"Are you the new leader of the Zmange Party?"

He asked Singh, who was standing obediently to the side. Singh also exuded the aura of an extraordinary being, but not very strong, probably around Sequence 9. "Yes."

The other party immediately replied, as if sensing Lu Ze's danger, and behaved very cooperatively, fearing that Lu Ze might casually end his life. "My name is Singh, sir."

"You guys have been having a lot of trouble with the Lehman Brothers lately."

Lu Ze looked at him and said.

Lehman Brothers?
He came in place of Ciel?!
A thunderous roar went through Singh's mind, and he seemed to understand why Gabriel had suddenly gone mad. He deeply regretted his actions; if he had known the Lehman Brothers had powerful backers, he would never have rashly initiated the conflict.

"It was just a minor friction."

With his mind racing, the man who had come down from the southern plateau immediately said in a tactful tone, "It's all a misunderstanding, everything is negotiable."

"Ah."

Lu Ze nodded slightly, then asked, "Are you backed by the ambassador of Intis?"

".Yes."

"Return the territory you occupied, and I'll pretend nothing happened before. Also, don't tell them about my affairs."

In order to play the role, he needs a relatively stable environment and does not plan to be too flamboyant or attract attention for the time being.

"I understand."

Singh nodded hurriedly.

I can't completely trust you.
Lu Ze glanced at him, ran his fingers along his arm, and easily twisted off a piece of flesh the size of a fingertip. Ignoring the new leader's grim expression, he stuffed the piece of flesh into his mouth.

"brush!"

He manipulated flesh and blood, piercing through Singh's stomach wall, writhing inside him until it reached his heart. With the slightest exertion, Singh grimaced in pain from the torment in his heart.

"If you reveal anything you shouldn't say, I'll crush your heart."

His psychological suggestion wasn't strong enough and had little effect on extraordinary individuals, so he simply used flesh and blood magic to threaten them.

It seems that Ms. M threatened Cecilia and me in the same way back then.
Lu Ze was momentarily dazed.

"I won't tell."

With his life in Luze's hands, Singh had no choice but to force a smile and say something, unable to resist.

No, Cecilia and I aren't gangsters, and we haven't done anything bad.
Luze glanced at the other person, then left the room with his extraordinary diviner's qualities, leaving Singh and the dead Gabriel behind, still agonizing over how to dispose of the body and how to face the ambassador.

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 leaving the scene, Lu Ze returned to his residence.

The Zmanger Party issue was easily resolved, and the pastors were thus able to find a place to settle, which greatly helped his role. The next step was to consider continuing missionary work.

First, he needs a holy book.

The other seven gods all seem to possess such a thing, and if you don't have it yourself, you'll easily expose your ignorance.

It's so annoying.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out paper and pen. The homeless people he was helping would never know that this seemingly devout missionary was only now beginning to forge scriptures.

In short, let's start by making up some creation stories or something.
After struggling for a long time, Lu Ze finally managed to write the first line of text on the blank paper.

　The plot has been a bit slow in the last few chapters, and there hasn't been enough conflict, but it will pick up speed soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)