Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 303 The Second Tarot Meeting

The party was over. Luzer left the empty house to his flesh and blood puppet and went back to his hideout at No. 9 St. Anthony in the East District.

"Meow~"

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Luna, the black cat, crouching on the floor in front of the porch to welcome him. She scrutinized Luze with a serious expression, as if to check if he had returned from hunting unharmed.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead yet."

Lu Ze reached out, stroked its little head, scooped it into his arms, stepped into the house, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

"let's start."

He said this to the empty living room.

Then, M's phantom appeared silently behind him, stretched out his hands, and placed them on his head.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and it was almost three in the afternoon. He was going to create a virtual persona to attend the Tarot gathering organized by Mr. Fool.

A new personality was quickly generated and, through M's manipulation, completely enveloped his spiritual body.

Although this was the third time Lu Ze had experienced something like this, it still felt very strange. The world before him was filled with overlapping phantoms, and his thoughts echoed in his mind in layers.

Fortunately, this state did not last long. As the clock hands reached the twelfth position, a deep red tide appeared before his eyes, engulfing his virtual personality outside his mind.
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.

Above the eternal gray fog, within the unchanging ancient castle, on either side of a long bronze table. As the imposing figure at the head of the table waves his hand, the crimson tide rises and falls, outlining different figures.

Another tarot session has begun.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool; good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man."

On the ladies' side, Miss Justice, as always, rose, lifted her skirt, and extended a sincere greeting to everyone at the party. Each person present accepted this kindness and responded—including Miss Sun, who couldn't understand what "afternoon" meant.

Good afternoon, Mr. Temperance.

Audrey greeted everyone in the order of joining, and when she greeted the figure at the far end of the men's side, a complex expression couldn't help but show in her eyes.

Yes, it turns out that Mr. Temperance's sister has passed away.

Based on past events and Lu Ze's current state, she came to this sad conclusion.

The bond between the siblings was so deep that it's no wonder Mr. Temperance acted so extremely.
"good afternoon."

Through the gray fog, Lu Ze couldn't notice the subtle expressions on the other person's blurred face at all; at most, he felt that her voice was a little strange.

After a brief greeting, the party officially began.

“Dear Mr. Fool.”

Lu Ze was the first to speak, addressing the mysterious figure shrouded in gray mist, "I have some new Roselle diaries here; please allow me to present them."

"can."

After the gray fog dissipated, Klein nodded slightly.

Luzer also started collecting Russell's diaries; it's unknown what kind of content they contained.
He thought to himself, a hint of anticipation creeping in.

When Luzer materialized the diary and handed it to him, the first thing he saw upon picking it up was Roselle's unrestrained life:

"Yesterday I spent a wonderful and wild night with Countess Sancher, the young lady from the Capet family, and the widow of the Lorraine family."

three people?

Klein grinned, unsure what to say. He'd already witnessed far too much of the extravagant lifestyle of his transmigrated predecessors.
Fortunately, the last entry in the diary was still valuable. It contained ancient secrets of the former royal family of Intis, the Soren family, their angelic ancestor, who disappeared along with two other angels. He also quickly realized the connection between the three people's surnames and the underground ruins, confirming that the evil spirit was definitely not an ordinary being.

"Fortunately, I've already blocked the passage with explosives."

Klein thought with immense relief, "Otherwise, if someone had accidentally entered that ruin, who knows what terrible consequences it might have caused."

He quickly came to his senses and looked at Lu Ze, who had provided him with the information, with a smile.

What kind of reward do you want in exchange?

he asked.

“My esteemed Fool, I seek clues to the Black Knight’s potion recipe.”

Lu Ze replied.

He thought about it again. Although exploring Medici's cause of death was tempting, his biggest need right now was the Sequence 4 recipe. If the Fool could help him solve this problem, he could save himself a lot of trouble.

How would I know the Black Knight's potion recipe?
Klein was at his wits' end, but to maintain the Fool's mystique and status, he couldn't simply reply with "no." After a moment's thought, he chuckled and said:

"There is no commensurate relationship between the journal entries you submit and the compensation you request."

"You're right."

Lu Ze said, “I will keep searching for diaries for you until you feel that the two are of equal value.”

"Then I'll keep this reward for now."

Klein replied, “You can exchange it for other reward items at any time, or continue to store it until you can exchange it.”

He planned to stall for time.

This is the best way to maintain the Fool's image. On one hand, Luze might find clues elsewhere after some time; on the other hand, he might actually get his hands on the Black Knight's potion recipe, or other valuable items.

".OK."

Slightly disappointed that the Fool didn't respond immediately, Lu Ze thanked him and sat back down. Besides him, no one else was to present their diaries today, and the gathering quickly moved on to its second item: the trading session.

"How's the material I gave you coming along?"

Lu Ze immediately looked at the Hanged Man and asked.

Previously, he had given him a Sequence 7 Psychiatrist's extraordinary trait and a Sequence 6 Judge's trait, instructing him to find a way to sell them.

"There are results."

The Hanged Man said in a deep voice, "The craftsman has received both properties and is preparing to turn them into extraordinary items. The craftsman will charge a certain handling fee, in addition to my intermediary fee."

"I want to order that extraordinary item made by the psychologist!"

"Justice!" Audrey was the first to raise her hand and spoke enthusiastically.

Although she still owed Mr. Fool's servants 2000 pounds, her recent financial situation had improved significantly. If she reduced other expenses, the surplus would be enough for her to buy extraordinary items. Moreover, she could also submit the extraordinary items to her family for reimbursement, which would also be a good option.

"can."

Alger, the Hanged Man, couldn't help but glance at Justice and nodded.

The three of you have a pretty clear division of labor.
Klein, sitting at the head of the long table, couldn't help but complain inwardly.

(End of this chapter)