Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 381 The man behind the scenes
When the pumpkin carriage stopped, Luze looked out the window and found himself in the mountains outside Backlund. He followed the queen out of the carriage, and the witch's corpse was carried down by invisible servants.

The servants busied themselves around the corpse, beginning preparations for the "spirit medium".

"Your Majesty, please don't forget, she might be silenced by some force."

Lu Ze reminded him.

At this moment, his mind was in turmoil, intense pain brought madness, and the dead lamb, in turn, affected the potion. The illusory figure of M stood behind him, supporting his head with his hand, maintaining his mental balance.

"I know."

The Queen glanced at him and said.

She began to chant softly, and the environment around them gradually changed. The mountains disappeared, seawater surged in from all directions, the land beneath their feet rose up, and vibrant flowers grew wildly.

A moist sea breeze carrying the scent of flowers wafted into Lu Ze's nostrils, and he realized they were on an island. Outside the island, a misty haze obscured everything, making it impossible to see anything.

Peace of mind, tranquility, remoteness, warmth.

"This is an ideal land at the end of the world, an island of the afterlife isolated from everything."

The Queen explained succinctly, "Here, it's difficult for outside influence to reach us."

Her abilities remain as fantastical as ever, but it's unclear where these myths and fairy tales come from.
"Come out."

The Queen wasted no time; she swiftly used her spiritual powers to forcibly extract Panadia's soul from the corpse. Under the powerful spiritual suppression, Panadia trembled, daring not to disobey.

"Tell me, why did you create this disaster?"

A glint flashed in the Queen's eyes.

"To digest my potion, and also for the 'Primordial' to awaken further."

Under that light, Panatia honestly replied, "But that was just a side effect."

"What is the primary purpose?"

The Queen pressed for more information.

A clear look of resistance crossed Panatia's face, but she only held on for a few seconds before speaking again:

"To advance the progress of the times, the smog event will drastically change the political landscape of Ruen, and a new order will be established."

Upon hearing Panatia's reply, Luze was taken aback, then felt a surge of anger that he could not control.

To propel the times forward and establish a new order?

What utter nonsense logic!

What are the people in the East District? Are they just trash that can be dumped at will?

"Who's behind you? Who told you to do this?"

The Queen pressed for more information.

"I can't say."

Panatia's resistance grew stronger.

The Queen stared at her coldly, and after a moment, Panatia's spirit flickered like a gas lamp with a malfunctioning exhaust, accompanied by her shrill screams.

"It's the King, it's George III!"

She finally couldn't bear it any longer and shouted out the answer.

The air fell silent for a moment.

"Are you kidding me?"

The Queen was stunned by the answer, and after a moment, she pressed him with a serious expression. "It's true!"

The witch had completely given up resisting, her illusory soul trembling violently. "It was the royal family that contacted our sect, which led to all of this!"

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Lu Ze instinctively took a step back.

King George III of Loen, the theoretical protector of the entire nation, was actually the mastermind behind this disaster.

A tremendous sense of absurdity overwhelmed Luze's mind, and for a moment, he even had the urge to laugh.

He certainly understood that this country was built on the exploitation of the lower class by the upper class, but even so, this behavior of directly disregarding the lives of ordinary people was simply crossing the line without end!
This can no longer be measured by human morality!

Luze recalled his life in the Eastern District, where even the most destitute vagrant could proudly stand tall when the industrial wonders of Loen were mentioned. In the taverns, the drunken men would occasionally raise their glasses to wish the king good health.
Unfortunately, their king betrayed them, causing them to die on a cold New Year's Eve.

Witches used them to digest potions, royalty used them to change the political landscape; they were the dust abandoned by the times, silently disappearing into the ashes.

"Bang! Bang!"

Lu Ze could hear the blood vessels in his temples throbbing wildly. After the absurdity subsided, extreme anger began to rise, licking and burning his heart.

That damn bastard.
For such a reason, they killed my lamb, and so many people in the East District.
What does he think human life is?!

What right does he have to consider himself a king?

Why did George III do these things? What was his purpose in pushing the times forward by any means necessary?

The Queen, her eyes also blazing with suppressed anger, continued to press for answers.

In the next instant, many things happened.

First, this secluded island was opened up from the outside.

A woman draped in a classical robe appeared outside the torn space, with the mountains on the outskirts of Backlund behind her. The woman was beautiful, with pure black hair and eyes, but she appeared extremely dull.

"for."

At the same time, before Panatia could finish speaking, her spirit collapsed instantly due to the sudden connection with the outside world.

Luze and the Queen had no time to pay her any attention; instead, they both looked at the woman in black robes. Just as Panatia had been frightened by the Queen before, the Queen herself appeared equally terrified in the face of this woman!
The woman watched everything unfolding inside indifferently. Seemingly realizing that her actions had forcibly interrupted the psychic communication, her expression suddenly became lively, and she winked at Lu Ze as if to express her apology.

"!?"

Lu Ze had no idea how to react, but fortunately, the other party didn't need him to respond. Under their gazes, He took a step back, His body gradually erased, hidden, until it disappeared completely.

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.

a few minutes ago.

Klein was relentlessly pursued by "Triss Chick," and he used every means at his disposal, going to great lengths to escape.

The substitute paper dolls have been used up, and their spiritual energy is almost depleted. With Mr. Azik still not appearing, I am in real danger!
Klein could only continue to run away and buy time.

Behind him, the stunningly beautiful girl in the black dress walked gracefully, seemingly slow but actually fast, closely following him. The ice spikes and curses she threw from time to time kept Klein struggling on the verge of death.

But just then, a beautiful woman in a black robe appeared before them, her expression blank.

The woman in the black robe looked toward Triss.

"Crack!"

Triss's sapphire ring shattered instantly, and she lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

what the hell
Klein was still in shock when he saw the woman in black robes smile at him and then disappear.

(End of this chapter)