Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 367 Sharon's Letter

"Allen, how pretty is that older sister?"

Lu Ze asked casually.

The connection between the shepherd and the lamb made it easy for him to recall the little boy's name.

"So beautiful! So beautiful!" Allen, with her red curly hair, exaggeratedly spread her arms, seemingly expressing her feelings. "She's so tall, and she smells so good."

"Yes, I remember, this kid's grades were very poor." Lu Ze felt sorry for his poor communication skills and gave a wry smile.

"Haha, Allen is lying again!"

"None of us saw any pretty older sisters!"

The other children laughed loudly.

"It really happened! I saw it with my own eyes, and she even smiled at me!"

Allen blushed and argued with them, but the other children just kept laughing.

"OK OK."

Lu Ze stopped the pointless argument, saying, "Everyone should get along."

It's probably just a child's innocent imagination, and there's no need to be so harsh.

However, Lu Ze had more important things to do today and didn't intend to continue listening, so he interrupted them and gave the children a few words of advice.

"Yes--"

The children immediately quieted down, bowed to him, and then ran off again, full of energy.

Watching their retreating figures, Lu Ze shook his head and left.

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.

Sodrac Palace, Queens.

“Speaking of target neighborhoods, I already have a few locations I’ve selected,” said [Desperate Nightingale] Panatia. “I’ve personally visited and confirmed them all.”

She glanced at George III on the throne, then gave a charming, sweet smile. "Moreover, I had an unexpected discovery during my investigation."

"Cut the nonsense."

Across from her, the esteemed King George III said calmly, "Just do what you're supposed to do. I'm not interested in anything else."

"Ugh, what a buzzkill."

Panatia, who had initially been eager to share, suddenly lost interest, her delicate face slightly crumbling. "Fine, I'll treat it as a surprise and tell you later."

"Is there anything else?"

The king asked bluntly, which meant that if there was nothing else, he could get out.

"And one more thing."

Panatia, oblivious to the awkwardness, continued, "Our sect's higher-ups are still somewhat worried that you'll discard us after achieving your goals."

"Tell them to stop worrying about these useless things."

George III grew impatient. "Prince Edsack has been bewitched by the witch you arranged. If I break the agreement, you can use this as evidence to inform the three churches of my cooperation with you."

"But we always felt that one prince alone was not convincing enough."

Panadia could somewhat understand this argument, after all, George III was a ruthless king who could casually discard the lives of his people, and it was also debatable how much affection he had for his son.

"Ha, you're just greedy, trying to get more chips, aren't you?"

King George III sneered, "Get out of here."

"call--"

With a slight wave of his hand, an invisible force instantly materialized within the palace, driving Panatia out.

As if swept away by a gust of wind, this Sequence 4 witch demigod was blown outside without any resistance. She immediately concealed herself, drifting and swaying, landing as lightly as a feather, without the soldiers guarding outside the palace noticing her at all. "Hmph."

Once away from the emperor, Panatia abandoned her delicate demeanor, her beautiful face turning cold and somber. Maintaining her stealth, she quickly moved away from the Sodrak Palace and stopped in a small alley.

Panatia took out a small round mirror from her bosom and then applied some black ointment to it.

The mirror quickly became illusory, revealing many repetitive interfaces layer upon layer.

"Lord Despair?"

A wary voice sounded softly, and a maid-like figure appeared in the mirror.

How is our 'Sleeping Beauty' doing?

Panatia asked.

"Triss Chick has gradually moved closer to the 'Primordial,' but she still occasionally regains consciousness and resists."

The maid whispered, "Some time ago, she tried to seduce the prince's friend Talim and use Talim's power to leave. Of course, Talim has now been dealt with; 'The Primal' used her to cast a curse."

"very good."

Panatia said, "Continue to monitor her, don't let your guard down."

"Yes."

The other party replied respectfully.

"Everything is for the return of the 'original'."

Panatia said devoutly.

"Everything is for the origin."

The latter answered in the same way, her last words becoming faint and fading into the distance, and the image in the mirror gradually disappeared without a trace. The call had ended, and the black substance on the mirror surface evaporated.

Panatia put away the mirror, a cold and twisted smile appearing on her face.

His Majesty the King has his own plans, and the witch cult is also prepared.

The "witch" placed beside the third prince Edsack was not an ordinary believer, but a vessel chosen by their "mother," who was gradually transforming her into a form that suited her.

Because of the contract between the two parties, the royal family will protect this precious "container" for them and welcome "His" arrival in their ignorance.
Thinking of this, Panatia couldn't help but reveal a joyful yet twisted smile.

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.

East End, 9 St. Anthony Street.

Around noon, Lu Ze returned to his residence.

He would usually be at the "ranch" at this time, but not today. It's Monday, the day of the "Tarot Meeting." To avoid being disturbed or discovered, he needs a quiet place.

"Ok?"

Around noon, there were few pedestrians on the street. Lu Ze walked to his front door and was about to take out his keys when he noticed a new letter in the mailbox.

He had just finished cleaning the box this morning, so the letter could only have been put in during the few hours he was out.

I opened the mailbox, took out the envelope, and read "Sharon" at the bottom.

Did that "vengeful spirit" send it to me?
Curious, Lu Ze took the envelope and went into the room.

Speaking of which, this lady still possesses many extraordinary qualities, which are our shared property. Is she writing to me now because those items have already been sold?
With a hint of anticipation, Lu Ze entered the house and scooped up the black cat by the door into his arms. Holding the cat in one arm and opening the letter with the other, he sat down on the sofa.

After unfolding the letter and reading it briefly, a look of surprise and delight quickly appeared on his face.

Similar to her appearance, Sharon's handwriting was neat and her words were concise; in short, the letter contained only one sentence:

The Queen has returned to Backlund.

(End of this chapter)