Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 315 You were the one who blew up the passage, kid?!

Stepping out of the street corner, Luzer boarded a carriage bound for Minsk Street. He had an appointment with his former colleague and fellow townsman, Klein, to meet at his home today.

He met with Klein mainly for two reasons.

The first thing to do is to inquire about the history of the Quaternary Period, especially about the Red Angel Medici.

His colleague was a graduate of the History Department of the University of Tingen—although it was before he transmigrated, because he inherited the original owner's memories, his grasp of the relevant historical knowledge should be no different.

The second thing is related to his black cat, Luna.

This little guy has an unexpectedly high talent for divination. He can not only use it to catch mice, but it can also help him occasionally, like when he helped him discover that someone from MI9 was coming.

It seems to be acting instinctively, and I estimate that it will be able to digest the potion after a while. I need to help it get a Sequence 8 potion and its recipe.

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.

15 Minsk Street, outside the door.

The notebook hanging by the door had several lines of different handwriting, seemingly messages left by clients who found the detective not home.

It seems this guy's detective career is quite successful.
Lu Ze thought to himself as he rang the doorbell.

"coming."

The voice of a former colleague soon came from behind the door. When the door opened, a bearded man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood out. The rugged beard and scholarly glasses made his appearance somewhat peculiar.

Good morning, have you eaten yet?

Lu Ze asked casually.

"Just finished eating"

Klein led him into his home, where a cup of black tea was already laid out on the living room table.

What have you been busy with lately?

Because they were former colleagues and fellow transmigrators from the same hometown, there was less formality between them, typical of people from Rune. As soon as they sat down on the sofa in the living room, Lu Ze asked a question.

"Yes, I made a small investment."

Klein answered instinctively, then, as if remembering something, asked, "By the way, Luzer, are you interested in investing?"

"Investment? What kind of investment?"

"There's a project related to bicycles, you know, it's Russell's 'invention,' there was an inventor in Backlund who built a prototype."

"Klein said."

The invention of the bicycle has already proven to have great profit potential in previous lives.

The inventor and his initial investment had yielded results, attracting the attention of an industrialist. Klein knew that Luzer had a lot of cash on him, and if he invested as well, he could snatch a significant number of shares from the industrialist—a virtually guaranteed profit.

"It is indeed a good investment."

After listening to Klein's explanation, Luzer nodded. "However, you're too late."

What does "it's late" mean?

“I recently bought a textile factory, and all the money has been spent on it.”

Lu Ze answered casually.

"?"

Klein, holding his teacup, was momentarily bewildered.

What's going on? I'm still trying to be a detective and make some small investments, but the other side is already becoming a capitalist?
"how much did you spend?"

he asked.

"More than ten thousand pounds."

"Ten thousand."

Klein took a deep breath and put down his teacup.

He knew Luze had a lot of money, from the extraordinary attributes he sold at the Tarot Club and the bounty for killing the demon hound. But he still didn't expect Luze's savings to be enough to start a factory and control the means of production. "Don't misunderstand."

Sensing the strange look in the other person's eyes, Lu Ze smiled slightly, "I was just putting on an act."

Does playing the "shepherd" really require such a huge effort? Luckily, playing the "magician" only requires a grand performance. Klein adjusted his mindset and looked at Luzer again.

"What do you want from me today?"

he asked.

"Yes, that's right. You seem to know a fair amount about the history of the Quaternary period, don't you?"

Quaternary history.
Klein quickly searched his memory; the current era was the Fifth Epoch, while the Fourth Epoch was much earlier. There were no detailed written records of the relevant history, and archaeologists could only glean fragments of information through the excavation of related sites.

In a mystical sense, that was a far more dangerous era than the present, a time when gods established their kingdoms on earth and angelic families fought and clashed with one another. Through the mists of history, only later generations can perceive the madness and cruelty of that time.

"I know a little bit about it."

Lu Ze answered after careful consideration.

He saw Lu Ze's mouth open and close, and said:

"Do you know a guy called 'Red Angel' Medici?"

Red Angel?
Oh, right, there's a related record in the Roselle diaries collected by Luzer. It's a description that Klein from the three hunter families quickly recalled from the diary Luzer presented to Mr. Fool.

Where did you hear that name?

Using the Joker's control over his muscles, he maintained his composure and then asked.

"I came across it a while ago in an underground ruin on Williams Street."

Lu Ze replied.

Klein, who had been relatively calm, was taken aback.

Williams Street?
He went too?

Wait a minute, that place has already been blown up by me and Miss Sharon!
That's what he thought, and that's what he instinctively said:

"That's impossible! I've already blown up the underground passage there!"

what?
It's you?

Lu Ze was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on. He was furious and demanded, "You're the one who blew up that underground passage?!"

Good grief, if I hadn't had a teleportation stone with me at the time, I would have been killed by you!
"Clap!"

The teacup he was holding was immediately crushed, and the scalding tea and broken porcelain pieces fell to the ground together.

At the same time, his aura as a Sequence 5 powerhouse unconsciously emanated, filling the entire living room with a heavy stench of blood.

"calm down!"

With a nimble leap, Klein flipped behind the sofa, avoiding his close-range mental assault.

Although we don't know what happened, it seems that Lu Ze is very upset about blowing up the passage?
"call"

Lu Ze took a deep breath to calm himself down and suppress his overflowing spiritual energy. "So, you're saying you blew up that passage?"

"Correct."

Klein cautiously peeked out from behind the sofa. "Because that ruin is dangerous, I'm afraid someone might go in later."

Yes, theoretically speaking, the passages are all blocked, so there's no way to get in. But who would have thought that they would be teleported in?

Lu Ze was both amused and exasperated, feeling helpless and angry. Klein's intentions were good, but a series of unexpected events had brought him a great deal of trouble.

"You almost got me killed."

In the end, all he could do was sigh and shake his head.

(End of this chapter)