Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 299 The Sermon Was Forcibly Halted

"In the beginning, the Lord was born in chaos."

Luze stood behind the simple altar, softly chanting the sacred texts he had created, "He is the beginning of the world, and also the end of everything. He represents all things, yet he is the only one."

Below the stage, nearly a hundred lambs stared wide-eyed, looking over with curiosity.

They did not show any piety in response to Luze's prayers and maintained order, partly out of gratitude for the food and lodging provided by Luze, in addition to the watchful eyes of the gang members on the periphery.

They're really uncooperative.
That's true; even I don't believe the holy book I created.

As Lu Ze preached, he thought to himself.

Why not just call out M and use psychological suggestion to change their attitude? Will this shortcut work?

He continued chanting, and gradually his attention wandered, though his mouth remained open and closed as he recited the prayer:

"The Lord loves the world, but whoever tries to save his own life will lose it, or his soul; but whoever loses his life for the Lord will save it."

Strange, did I write this too?
Lu Ze was a little confused, but with so many people watching, he couldn't stop to check for the time being.

"Anyone who considers the Lord and His word shameful will also be shameful when the Lord’s glory comes."

As if following instinct, he uttered the ancient prayer. A benevolent gaze descended from the heavens, seemingly traversing ancient times, casting an approving glance upon him.

Lu Ze gradually felt happy. In his hallucination, he saw a red-haired, golden-eyed woman moving through the crowd, her gentle and melodious voice singing praises of the Lord's goodness along with his.

Yes, how great the Lord is!
Glory is in the Lord, and so are reward and punishment; salvation will be brought to the world!

The crowd fell silent, their expressions turning devout. The missionary in his blood-red robe exuded an aura of holiness, purity, and nobility. It seemed to evoke the purest emotions within them, filling them with a sense of beauty and hope.
"The glory of the Lord will return to the earth."

Lu Ze prayed fervently, and in his hallucination, he saw the red-haired, golden-eyed M gradually approaching, and then...

"puncture!"

The figure said.

"boom!"

It felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into his brain, the intense pain stimulating his nerves and instantly bringing him back to his senses.

"Well--"

Lu Ze clutched his head, letting out a muffled groan of pain, and the holy book in his hand fell onto the altar.

what happened?

Still lingering in pain, he looked up in bewilderment and fear, only to see M staring at him with a serious expression.

"What were you doing just now?"

she asked.

What are we doing? Praying, to the Lord.
Lu Ze suddenly realized something was wrong and was startled.

I was clearly not in the right state of mind just now!

What kind of "master" is that? Isn't that something you just made up?
Why am I singing praises to the Lord so passionately, as if there really is such a deity!
Moreover, while I was praying just now, I did indeed sense a great being. It was a peculiar feeling, as if the other's gaze had pierced through time, casting its gaze upon me from the very beginning of time; its will was present.
"puff!"

Using his hand as a knife, Lu Ze plunged it into his other arm. The gushing blood and the intense pain successfully stopped his recollection.

too terrifying
He thought to himself, still shaken.

Could it be that my prayers happened to be associated with some terrifying being, so much so that they were noticed by the other party during my sermon? Could such a coincidence really happen?

Or perhaps it's because the prayer contains the word "Lord," automatically establishing a connection with the true Creator? Or maybe it's because one's mental state is low, making them prone to going mad during such rituals.
Various conjectures swirled in Lu Ze's mind, but whether he guessed correctly or not, he came to the same conclusion—he could no longer preach like this.

He picked up the fallen scripture, suppressing his curiosity to refrain from reading the text. Looking down, he saw the crowd below still immersed in the atmosphere, looking somewhat disappointed that he had suddenly stopped.

"Please continue."

Someone in the audience pleaded.

"Yes, we want to hear more of the Lord's teachings."

People were talking about it.

Goodness, is the impact that big? Just a few prayers and they've become so strange.
Lu Ze became even more wary. He cleared his throat and said, "Let's eat first. There's meat on the menu today. But the quantity is limited, so you'll have to wait in line."

Meat?
The people who had been savoring the sacred texts suddenly fell silent, then rushed outside, instantly losing interest in Luze's tale of the gods. Indeed, no matter how spiritually satisfying half a day of listening to God's teachings, it's still not as fulfilling as a good meal.

Lu Ze smiled wryly, looking at the vast crowd, which was as chaotic as a flock of sheep, and had no choice but to go down to maintain order.

He could feel that the magic potion in his body had been digested a few more times.

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.

Joewood District, Minsk Street.

The two walked side by side down the street, one young, the other old. One was well-dressed, the other somewhat disheveled.

"Mr. Levi, where should we begin our investigation?"

Cons asked the senior colleague beside him cautiously.

The latter simply yawned widely and scratched his head.

"Let's look around."

Reeves said casually, "If even the Mechanical Heart couldn't find any clues, then it's even less likely for us. Just give the Major a piece of your mind, go back and write a report to get it over with."

He seemed to have no intention of conducting a serious investigation at all.

"Mr. Reeves, is this alright?"

Cons couldn't help but ask, "If we don't investigate, the murderer will get away with it."

As a newcomer, he wanted to achieve something. Although he was somewhat afraid when he first heard that he would have to face that terrifying [Blood Cultivator] on his own, at least he had a powerful organization behind him, which gave him confidence.

Reeve glanced at him sideways.

Do you think the major assigned the task to us because he had expectations of our abilities?

"Forehead"

Cons was taken aback.

He was a newcomer, and this Mr. Reeves often slacked off in the Ninth Division. Indeed, sending them out as officers didn't seem like a good choice for the major.

"But some of our people were killed."

Cons couldn't help but say it again.

"Have you ever thought about why our people are in Capin's mansion?" Levi asked calmly. "And not just one person, but a Sequence 6, a Sequence 7, and two Sequence 8s. Isn't that a bit too extravagant?"

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Cons didn't know what to say.

He was also puzzled. Although the major told them it was to investigate Kapin, Kapin was just an ordinary person. Did it really require so many people to be mobilized?
Unless there's more to the story.

(End of this chapter)