Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 292 Arrodes

Chapter 292 Arrodes
“Mr. Moriarty, I am Ikonser Bernard from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and these are my companions,” the disheveled man introduced himself, lowering his voice to avoid being overheard about the “church.” “May we come in?”

"of course can."

Klein stepped aside.

His gaze shifted from the conspicuous mirror, and he noticed that the members of Mechanical Heart were all wearing black police uniforms.

As they entered the living room, the previously restless atmosphere calmed down considerably. Klein was familiar with this feeling; when he was on night watch, investigating problems while wearing a police uniform, he often received better cooperation.

"Okay, everyone."

Ikonser glanced around at the detectives, ignoring Luze who was standing right next to him, and smiled slightly at them. "I'm happy to tell you all that the culprit in this case has been caught!"

It seems they have discovered the demon's corpse on the street.

"Great!"

"Now I can rest easy!"

"Thumbs up to the police!"

Upon hearing this good news, the detectives cheered and thanked the police for their efforts with a sigh of relief.

“However, for the sake of the overall investigation of the case, we need your cooperation to give a statement,” Ikonser continued. “My colleagues will take you to the police station. Don’t worry, it won’t take much time.”

Since it was related to the case, the detectives naturally didn't refuse and left with the two team members sent by Iconsel, leaving only Klein and the others behind.

Lu Ze did not take the opportunity to leave, but stood beside them, observing with great interest.

"Mr. Isengard".

He saw Iconsel nod to Isengard Stanton, his expression gradually turning serious. "You know what? That Apostle of Desire is dead."

"is it?"

Isengard showed just the right amount of surprise. If he weren't a detective, he'd definitely be a great theater actor. "Where?"

"It's at the end of this street."

Ikonser replied, "His spirit has dissipated, and the scene is tainted by strange blood, making it impossible to find any clues. Preliminary assessment suggests that the person who killed him was likely an extraordinary being of the Mystic Path."

bingo.

Beside him, Lu Ze nodded slightly.

Klein and Isengard exchanged a glance, then Klein stepped forward and gave a brief explanation of the situation. Of course, he didn't mention anything about Luzer; he only said that the "Apostle of Desire" on the second floor was frightened by a mysterious extraordinary being on the first floor and smashed through the glass to escape. The extraordinary being on the first floor then chased after him.

"So, at that time, your family had two powerful extraordinary individuals lurking in the shadows?"

"Iconsel said in surprise."

“That’s right, these two broken windows are the evidence.”

Klein pointed to the broken window in the living room, his expression turning slightly bitter.

I hope the landlord's family won't express any dissatisfaction with me because of this. They probably won't; Mr. and Mrs. Summer are quite tolerant. Before that, I had already killed someone in the house, and they hadn't said anything.

"I see."

Iconsidered for a moment and said.

He picked up the silver mirror and gently stroked its surface three times with his right hand.

After a brief pause, he spoke in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency Arodes, my question is, what is the true identity of that demonic corpse?"

The surrounding light seemed to dim, and a strange, watery shimmer appeared on the surface of the silver mirror, converging to create a clear image:

It was a young man, dressed in an expensive suit, with high cheekbones and a pair of cold eyes, looking contemptuously at everyone present through the mirror.

Several Rune words appeared above his head—

Jason Beria, currently using the name Patrick Jason.

"Belial? The Demon Family?"

"What an amazing mirror," Icons said, surprised yet somewhat expectant.

Klein thought to himself as he looked in the mirror.

This mirror seems alive; it not only has its own name but also possesses powerful effects. I feel that if I were to perform divination on the gray fog, this would be the limit of what I could achieve.
Unbeknownst to him, Lu Ze, who was standing to the side, also showed a surprised expression.

"Wow—"

Within Lu Ze's body, an illusory ocean current was surging, seemingly stimulated by this mirror.

Does my magic touch react to this mirror?
Just as he was wondering what was going on, the image on the mirror quickly faded, replaced by words as red as blood:
"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask questions. If you lie or can't answer, you will either have to accept the task I assign or be punished."

"."

As Ikonser looked at these words, a helpless and numb expression appeared on his face.

The bright red characters rapidly combined and transformed into new sentences:

"Hongguang's real name?"

Al Moria.

Luzer and Klein, two people who had read "Spiritual Encounters," thought to themselves at the same time.

However, Luze was invisible and couldn't speak, while Klein was unsure whether to speak or not. In that moment of hesitation, Ikonser's lips twitched, and he resignedly said, "Nanides!"

"mistake."

The words on the mirror mercilessly judged, "Task or punishment?"

After a moment of hesitation, Iconsel sighed:
"punish."

"boom!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bolt of silvery-white lightning shot out from mid-air and struck him.

"Zizi!"

Ikonser's body convulsed involuntarily, his hair becoming increasingly disheveled. He collapsed, his body stiff, twitching on the ground for a few seconds, black smoke billowing from his body.

"The red light's name is El Moria."

Isengard looked at him and sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Ikonser clung to the chair seat, struggling to his feet. When he heard that Isengard knew the correct answer, despair filled his eyes.

"Sorry, you answered too quickly."

Isengard shrugged regretfully. "I didn't have time to remind you."

Klein nodded silently to himself.

The mirror didn't fall to the ground when Ikonser dropped it; instead, it hovered above Ikonser's head, bobbing up and down as if mocking him.

"."

Ikonser forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Okay, next time something like this happens, I'll consult you first."

He struggled to his feet and sat shakily in the chair, panting.

"are you OK?"