Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 318 Vampires and Werewolves
Luze had no idea what the Sun was going through at that moment. He spent some time clearing up the misunderstanding with the vampire who had come to visit Klein.

—At least that's how it appears on the surface.

Emlyn, a normal "shepherd" who doesn't believe in evil gods, is actually skeptical about whether it's real or fake, but fearing that the other party will exploit him, he can only cooperate and say that he believes.

"I didn't expect the Sequence 7 of the Pharmacist Path to be called Vampire."

Lu Ze said with a hint of interest.

There are even vampires, I wonder if there will be werewolves too?

"They're vampires! Noble vampires! Unlike those imposters!"

Emlyn's voice rose for a moment, and he jumped up from the sofa, but after meeting Luzer's calm gaze, he obediently sat back down.

"Restrain yourself, don't provoke this dangerous guy," he told himself. He sat still and let the other man's scrutinizing gaze look at him.

Um.
Luze looked at Emlyn thoughtfully.

He had just remembered something: since Darkwell left, the neighborhood had been lacking a proper doctor. Although he could use flesh magic, he was somewhat inadequate when it came to treating non-injury illnesses.

Moreover, those who become extraordinary through the "pharmacist" pathway are far superior to ordinary doctors.

Are you interested in making house calls?

Lu Ze asked.

"what?"

Emlyn was taken aback.

"To be specific, it's about coming to a certain street in the East District every now and then to treat people. As for payment, I can pay you cash, or things from the Extraordinary Realm," Lu Ze said.

"East District. Providing medical treatment for the poor?"

"Yes, I took in some homeless people there, and they sometimes have medical needs."

Lu Zedao.

Emlyn grew increasingly puzzled, finding it hard to believe his ears. The connection between "shepherd" and "helping the poor" seemed like a complete fantasy to someone as familiar with the extraordinary world as he was.

Could this guy really be a good shepherd?
An absurd thought flashed through Emlyn's mind for a moment, but he forcibly suppressed it.

We must remain vigilant.
"That is indeed a very attractive idea, but I am usually busy with other things, so please give me some time to think about it."

He replied.

"can."

Luze glanced subconsciously at Klein beside him and answered casually. Anyway, Klein knew this vampire, and if he dared not come, he would come to him himself.

"Okay, I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

He stood up and straightened his blood-red robe. "You two, please continue."

Emlyn originally sought out Sherlock for advice, but due to his own actions, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

"call"

Emlyn finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Klein send away the dreadful shepherd.

"Sherlock, do you know how dangerous that person was?!"

After the great detective saw the guests off and returned to his seat, he couldn't help but complain.

"I know, don't worry."

Klein chuckled, then quickly changed the subject, "By the way, what exactly did you want to consult me ​​about? The consultation fee is 1 pound, and there will be an extra charge if it exceeds 1 hour."

Emlyn then remembered his original purpose, because the shock he had just experienced was too great.

He hesitated for a moment before carefully speaking, "This matter is related to that 'Fool'."

"what?"

Klein nearly picked his ear with his hand.

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As darkness fell, Constance Rearson arrived in the East End.

At this moment, he had changed into ordinary worker's clothes, and with the dim lighting, he looked no different from any other resident of the East District.

"Stay calm and keep moving forward."

Following MI9's infiltration guidelines, he pretended to be nonchalant as he advanced toward the area effectively controlled by the Lehman Brothers.

After an internal struggle, Constance decided to defy Captain Reeves' orders and come to investigate that strange neighborhood. This wasn't because he was particularly loyal to Division Nine, but simply because he wanted to earn merit.

Because he desperately needed this.

His biggest obstacle—Prince Edsack—had given up on pursuing Audrey, giving him a better chance (probably). Cons felt that if he wanted to take their relationship to the next level, he had to improve himself and become someone worthy of this young lady.

I'm sorry, Mr. Reeves
Cons apologized to his captain in his heart, and without stopping, he gradually approached the Lehman gang's neighborhood.

Darkness had fallen, but the streets were brightly lit.

If someone were standing high above looking down at Backlund right now, they would see a stark contrast in the night-shrouded landscape. Queens and the North End are brightly lit, like fireballs burning on the earth; while the two largest areas, Backlund Bridge and the East End, are only dotted with faint lights—those are the bars, entertainment venues, and other establishments that stay open all night.

But now, a small glimmer of light has appeared in the dark heart of the East District. Like a fragile bubble, it floats and shimmers.

From a distance, Cons saw two men who looked like gangsters standing at the street corner, weapons clearly visible at their waists. Those who reached the corner each took out a wooden sign and showed it to the other before being allowed to pass.

Several guys without badges who tried to sneak in were spotted by two gang members, punched a few times, and driven away.

Cons was taken aback.

He felt it was absurd.

what is this?
Last time he and Levi came in directly, but now there is an additional identity verification procedure!

He didn't prepare any of these!

what to do.
Cons thought anxiously to himself.

Should we just go back like this and wait until we're ready before infiltrating again?

No, Group One is also investigating. If we miss today, they might find this place before me. We have to hurry!
Just then, he noticed a steady stream of people converging from the street and walking through the intersection. From their casual conversation, he learned that they had just finished get off work and were heading home for dinner.

Do all the people in this neighborhood work at the same factory?

As a nobleman, Constance was unaware of the workers' schedules and lives, but that did not stop him from walking against the flow of people to a distance.

He had a new idea and was ready to try a different approach. Since they couldn't get into the neighborhood, they decided to sneak into the factory and investigate; perhaps they could find something different.

As expected of me, you're so clever!

Constance boasted, head bowed, as he brushed past each worker leaving get off work.

The smell of sweat and the fluttering veils on these people made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, but he remained calm. The further he walked, the fewer people there were, but fortunately, before losing all clues, he finally found the target factory.

The building was bathed in the crimson moonlight.

Suddenly, the moonlight changed, from crimson to deep red.

The blood moon has descended.

(End of this chapter)