Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 330 Encountering Klein Again

Old Jack's funeral was held the following afternoon.

He was unfortunate because he was attacked by werewolves and lost his life; yet he was also fortunate because, as a resident of the East District and a homeless man without family, he had an entire herd to mourn him.

"Old Jack is blessed by the Lord, he is forgiven by the Lord, and the Lord will grant him rest."

In a corner of the public cemetery on the edge of the eastern district, Lu Ze solemnly announced to the crowd after presiding over the funeral ceremony.

The people weren't familiar with Old Jack; they only felt a slight connection as companions. But compared to their slight sadness, their gazes towards Luzer were noticeably more grateful.

Not only have you provided for our livelihood, but you have also ensured that we receive a dignified funeral after our deaths.
Collective activities naturally foster a sense of belonging, especially on significant occasions like birth, aging, illness, and death. When the herd members realize that they are being treated as human beings by Luze, their sense of identification with Luze naturally increases.

As a result, Lu Ze clearly felt the digestion of the magic potion within his body.

It's basically half digested.
He looked at old Jack's tombstone with some emotion; the latter's death had actually propelled many of his own endeavors, which was truly poignant.

When the shepherds saw him like this, they all assumed that His Excellency the Missionary was still feeling sentimental.

"Old Jack was really unlucky; he was killed by thieves who broke into the factory. Fortunately, His Excellency the Missionary arrived in time and got justice for him."

"I'm a little worried. How about we leave work together from now on?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Mr. Charles has already used that word again, oh right, he's upgraded security. Now there are gang members guarding the area, the thieves definitely won't dare to come!"

The crowd whispered among themselves.

Bandits?
Amidst the crowd, Oliver's youthful face remained calm, unaffected by the atmosphere, as he secretly observed Luzer. He instinctively felt that this matter was not so simple.

The funeral was over, the dead were gone, and the living had to go on. The herd quickly dispersed, heading to the textile factory on the other side to work. Luze also left the cemetery to meet Sharon at the agreed-upon location.

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.

Backlund Bridge District, Braveheart Bar.

It was afternoon, and business at the bar was so-so. The burly man guarding the door sat listlessly on a barrel of liquor next to the door, ignoring Lu Ze as he passed by, letting him push open the black wooden door and go inside.

The bar was deserted, with only a few idlers. The boxing ring in the center was empty, and behind the bar, the bartender was wiping glasses with a dirty rag.

"any drinks?"

He asked Lu Ze listlessly as he approached.

Luze ignored him, staring intently at the glass in his hand. The surface of the glass reflected a gleam, vaguely revealing Sharon's delicate figure as she reached out and pointed to the passageway on one side of the kitchen.

Sharon probably meant that they should meet over there.

So Lu Ze changed direction and walked towards the kitchen.

"Hey, where are you going?"

When the bartender saw that he was ignoring him and seemed to be heading to the kitchen, he became anxious and tried to stop him while moving over from behind the bar.

"go back."

Just as he was chasing after the other person's back, a phantom woman suddenly appeared in front of him, smiling, and spoke in a gentle but unquestionable voice.

The bartender stopped abruptly, a look of confusion quickly crossing his face. He obediently turned back to the bar and continued wiping the glasses, seemingly ignoring Lu Ze.

Luze ignored the interruption and continued down the dark corridor next to the kitchen. Sharon's image appeared in turn on the glass of a clock face, on the surface of kitchen knives, and on doorknobs, eventually leading him to a card room.

The shepherd's abilities activated, and he sensed two extraordinary beings within, both of lower rank.

Pushing open the door, I saw two men sitting in the dimly lit room. One was pale, wearing a white shirt and black vest, his eyes seemingly concealing intense malice. The other wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a beard. "It's you?"

Luzer and Klein saw each other and said in surprise at the same time.

Luzer was genuinely surprised, while Klein's surprise was somewhat deliberate.

Last night, through the ritual performed by Luze for the Fool, Klein learned that the werewolves came from the Rose School, and naturally connected them with Sharon.

Actually, Sharon had contacted him a few days ago, hoping he could help her kill the Rose School's pursuers. Klein had been planning his battle strategy and preparing extraordinary items these past few days. He had originally intended to use this opportunity to digest the "Magician's" potion, but unexpectedly, he witnessed Luze killing the werewolf last night.

This morning, Sharon had invited him over, which he had anticipated, guessing that the Rose School's pursuers might have already been dealt with by Luzer.

"Do you know?"

Sharon's figure slowly emerged in the card room. Her delicate face remained expressionless, and her tone was calm, as if she were not asking a question.

"know."

Luzer and Klein exchanged a glance and spoke briefly.

Seeing that he didn't intend to elaborate, Sharon naturally didn't press him for details, but instead introduced him to another man with an extremely pale face.

“This is my companion, Marich.”

"Thank you very much for your help."

Marich said gratefully, a flush of excitement rising on his deathly pale face, “That ‘Crimson Moon Crown’ was a great help to me; it freed me from the torment of the curse.”

"No need to thank me, it's just a matter of mutual benefit."

Luze shook his head and looked at Klein, "What are you doing here?"

“He was the Extraordinary I originally planned to invite to the battle, but since the plan was canceled, I felt it was necessary to explain to him, so I called him here as well,” Sharon said. “But I didn’t expect you two to know each other.”

"That's it."

Klein smiled wryly; the reward he was about to receive had vanished, and he would have to find other ways to consume the potions.
Luze was unsure of his thoughts, only slightly surprised, before turning to Sharon a moment later.

Do you know why I'm here today?

"It's for that Quaternary noble cemetery, isn't it?"

Sharon said.

“That’s right. Now that the pursuers have been dealt with, we can continue exploring the Quaternary cemetery, right?”

Lu Ze nodded.

He actually had a suspicion that Sharon's previous risky exploration of the cemetery might have been to find some useful and extraordinary items to gain an advantage when pursuers arrived.

Quaternary cemetery?
That Quaternary cemetery with ghostly figures?
So, the extraordinary person who was said to have gone missing in Temperance was Sharon?

Klein, who was standing nearby, quickly recalled Luzer's speech at the Tarot meeting and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

It looks like I've found the main material for my "Faceless Man"!

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(End of this chapter)