Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 321 Rose School
"Forehead"

The flattened werewolf murmured incoherently, its expression a mixture of terror and despair. Its once-proud vitality had become a curse, causing it constant agony. The loss of its limbs, the extreme distension of its stomach, and above all, the despair of its predicament, were pushing it to the brink of mental collapse.

"Who are you? Who sent you here?"

"That's what the person who made him who he is now asked."

"woo"

The werewolf howled incessantly; the reflection of the blood moon made it resemble a wild beast, completely unable to understand human language.

"Not going to talk? No, it seems there's no way to talk about it."

Lu Ze looked down at it, observing its current state, and said thoughtfully. Then he reached out and touched the werewolf's thick, furry head.

"boom!"

From a distance, Cons heard a sharp crack and saw a small firework burst from the werewolf's head. Red and white matter flew everywhere, and the limbless body twitched slightly before going still.

The terrifying monster that had driven him to the brink of despair was killed so easily.

Captain Reeve, you were right.
Clutching his bleeding stomach, Cons once again thought to himself sincerely. Regret surged up until the man in the red robe turned to look at him, at which point fear took over.

He's coming!

Constance felt a chill run down his spine, his scalp tingling. But his injured body could no longer support any violent reaction, and the fate of the werewolf was a clear reminder of the price of resistance.

MI9?

He heard the other person ask this so casually.

"Um, yes."

Cons forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and nodded.

He dared not lie in front of such a powerful extraordinary being; if he were exposed, he might end up like that werewolf.

"What are you doing here?"

"Investigation. [Blood Cultivator]."

The moment Constance uttered those words, he suddenly understood something.

Flesh magic, powerful extraordinary beings, and connections to this neighborhood.
The person in front of us is very likely the [Blood Cultivator] that Military Intelligence Bureau Nine is looking for!
But after figuring this out, he felt increasingly terrified; the other party's power far exceeded his imagination. He, a mere Sequence 9, had actually dared to think of investigating the other party and building merit—truly, as Mr. Levi said, he was courting death.

"【Blood Cultivator】?"

This was the second time Lu Ze had heard this name; it seemed to be a title that MI9 had given to themselves.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "What happened to you just now?"

Cons dared not be negligent and could only recount his experience, how he infiltrated the factory, how he encountered the werewolves, and how he was no match for them in battle.

Lu Ze seemed to be deep in thought.

The sudden blood moon drove the werewolves into a frenzy, unleashing a killing spree and attacking my lamb. Wait, why did the werewolves infiltrate my factory before that? The blood moon was just a coincidence, but beyond that, the werewolves' appearance was intentional!

Just then, he suddenly felt the color of the moonlight fade, returning from crimson to scarlet.

The blood moon is over.

Turning around, the werewolf's corpse underwent a transformation. Its thick black fur receded, its nails and teeth shrank, and its swollen muscles subsided. It was no longer a beast; apart from lacking a head and limbs, it was not much different from an ordinary human.

It's unclear how these extraordinary individuals came to be, but the Red Moon seems to have a very strong influence on them.
Lu Ze walked back to the corpse and opened his palm.

"call--"

The bone-chilling wind seemed to freeze the soul, and the swirling wind forcibly extracted the soul from the corpse! The soul had a vague appearance, and one could roughly make out that it was a thin but strong man with extremely short hair, each strand standing up like a sharp thorn.

There was no vacancy left in Lu Ze's body, and besides, this werewolf was probably only around Sequence 7, not very strong. He didn't intend to let it roam freely; he simply extracted its soul to use for spiritual communication and to obtain more information.

"No!"

The werewolf struggled in the howling wind, but it was no match for the shepherd's control. It was bitten hard by the illusory mouth in Lu Ze's palm, letting out a miserable scream.

Before he could make his next move, he raised his hand, and Constance, who was watching from the sidelines, immediately noticed that the shadow beneath him suddenly came to life and surrounded him. Before he could even scream, he was completely enveloped and cut off from the outside world.

Only after blocking Constance did Luzer continue his actions.

He pulled two candles from his robes, lit them, and then used the werewolf's blood to draw a strange symbol on the ground. It was a pattern composed of pupil-less eyes and twisted lines, pointing to the mysterious being, the Fool.

Luze was to perform a ritual, praying to Mr. Fool for power to communicate with the werewolf's soul.

A phantom M appeared behind him, inserting its hands into his head to create a virtual personality for him that was independent of the tides.

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era."

Having completed these preparations, Luze prayed in a low voice in Hermes, reciting the name of the Fool.

Praying to me in the middle of the night? Who is this?!
Meanwhile, Klein, who was sleeping at home, was awakened by a series of prayers and opened his eyes with a grumpy expression. He took four steps backward in his bedroom and headed towards the gray fog.

He saw that the red star belonging to Temperance was shining.

Lu Ze needs to talk to me about something?

Klein became more serious, extending his spirituality, connecting with the stars, and learning what Luzer was doing.

Through his prayer, Klein's consciousness arrived above Luzer and saw the situation inside the factory.

How tragic! Was this worker murdered?
Holy crap! That extraordinary one died even more horribly; Lu Ze really went all out.

While mentally grumbling about similar topics, he extended his spirituality and used the high status of the gray mist to control the soul of that extraordinary being.

Lu Ze could feel that the soul in his palm had suddenly become docile, its expression blank and unfocused.

The Fool's power has taken effect.

Seeing this, he immediately asked:

"what's your name?"

“Tyr”.

"Where are you from?"

"The Rose School"

The werewolf answered in a muffled voice.

The Rose School?

That organization known for its bloody rituals
Lu Ze quickly recalled the Extraordinary's internal information. This organization was born in the early Fifth Era, and was older than the Aurora Society. The sect advocated indulgence and madness and created many extreme events, but more specific information was unclear.

"Why are you here?"

Lu Ze continued to ask.

The werewolf Tyr's expression showed struggle, but he still answered:
“Mr. Steve sent me here to do a small favor for the followers of our sect, Count Andes.”

(End of this chapter)