Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 396 A New Identity: Alexander Gascoigne

Medici was originally a Sequence 1 angel. After his death, his characteristics were separated and mixed with the souls of the other two angels to become an evil spirit.

However, due to the principle of extraordinary ability aggregation, over the past millennium, extraordinary individuals who had passed through the Hunter Path have continuously come to the underground ruins and had their abilities absorbed by Him. Gradually, He acquired the power of Sequence 4.

This is consistent with his performance on the battlefield. With his rank being higher than that of a typical Sequence 4, he was able to hold his own against a Sequence 3.

—But this is beyond Lu Ze's capabilities.

With the suppression of the tidal wave within his body, he could barely manage a draw with Medici. However, once he was in poor condition, this guy would take advantage of the situation without hesitation and try to seize control of his body.

Furthermore, because Medici didn't become the lamb, Luzer didn't fix His abilities to three. The good news is that the opponent's abilities below Sequence 4 can be used freely; the bad news is that Medici's cooperation is required to use them.

"If you advance to the Rank 4 Black Knight, you should be able to control Him."

The Queen asked, "So, is there any sign of a promotion?"

"I have already obtained the Black Knight's potion recipe, and the ascension ceremony has been completed ahead of schedule. I am currently only missing the main ingredient for the potion."

Luze replied, looking down and stroking Luna, "And the divination my cat gave me indicates that my opportunity to obtain the main ingredient for the potion lies in the Sea of ​​Sonia."

"Sunia Sea?"

The Queen paused for a moment, then said, "Coincidentally, it aligns with my recent goals."

"Your Majesty, are you also going to sea?"

Lu Ze asked.

"Well, rather, I spend most of my time at sea."

That's how the other party replied.

At sea, oh right, she left Backlund because her base at sea was attacked.
Lu Ze's heart stirred as he noticed the giant ship beneath his feet.

Although this ship wasn't as huge as the Pritzker, nor was it armored, it was still one of the largest ships he had ever seen. Even more peculiar was the fact that the ship seemed to radiate a faint spirituality, evidenced by the fact that although there were only the two of them and the cat on board, the ship remained perfectly stable.

"Your Majesty, you must be no ordinary person at sea, right?"

He asked cautiously.

"My ship is called 'Dawn'."

The other person laughed and said, "At sea, I'm also known as the 'Mysterious Queen'."

Mysterious Queen!

One of the four pirate kings!
Luze recalled Rosell's diary, and realized that Zarathustra's divination was correct; his daughter had indeed become a remarkable figure in the extraordinary world.

As he sighed, the "mysterious queen" Bernadette was also watching him.

"Would you like me to [predict] the exact location of your potion's main ingredient?"

she asked.

"May I?"

Lu Ze said in surprise, "The Queen's kindness came rather suddenly."

The latter nodded, then looked at him, her eyes flashing with an extremely deep light, like the surface of the sea before a storm, or a deep abyss. The queen's eyes lost focus; she faced Luze, but what she was peering into was the river of fate behind him, and the secrets within that river.
"puff"

A moment later, tears of blood streamed down Bernadette's face as she slowly closed her eyes.

"Queen, are you alright?"

Lu Ze said with concern.

Many people seem to inevitably experience some kind of shock when they consult the oracle about themselves.

I see a certain possibility in you.

The Queen spoke softly, almost in a dream, "In those images, I saw you hanging upside down beneath the black sky, bearing the weight of all the evil in the world."

"."

Lu Ze did not respond, remaining silent. Perhaps this was a description of his state after replacing the true creator?
"Of course, I have also found hope for your promotion."

A moment later, the Queen reopened her eyes. "There seems to be an opportunity for your advancement in the ruins of the divine war in the Sunia Sea. If you are willing, I can take you there on my ship."

After the prophecy, she became even more cautious in her attitude towards Luze.

Lu Ze had a rough idea of ​​the reasons; it was all probably related to his own special characteristics. Of course, even so, he had no reason to refuse the overtures of a high-ranking expert, especially given the high probability of gaining a promotion.

"Then, I'll be relying on you for the next period of time."

He held the black cat and smiled as he spoke to the other person.

"it is good."

The Queen nodded, then took out a pale yellow document bag containing a complete set of identity documents.

"This is what you asked me for before, and I've prepared it for you."

When going out to sea, you need proof of identity. Initially, Luze planned to ask the Queen to help him get a fake document, but a series of unexpected accidents rendered the document meaningless.

Lu Ze took the document, opened it, and saw that the name of his new design was clearly written on it—

Alexander Gascoigne.

The name came from two eccentric priests, and he felt it suited him quite well.

After putting away the documents, he turned to look out the ship's side and saw stars hanging low over the vast sea, with a crimson moon floating between the sea and sky, reflecting a shimmering light onto the sea surface.

Lu Ze knew that the new year had arrived and the long night was about to end.

The sun will eventually rise.

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.

Meanwhile, at Sodrak Palace.

The collapsed building was still burning with bluish-white flames, the stench of blood so thick it was hard to dispel. The dead, the ruins, the terrified survivors—this once magnificent palace was now completely transformed.

“Your Majesty, Archbishop Radar Valentine of the Church of Storms, Archbishop St. Anthony Stevenson of the Church of Nights, and Archbishop Horamik Hayden of the Church of Steam have all arrived and are waiting outside to see you.”

The Earl of the Palace was sweating profusely and said with his head down.

Even without looking up, he could feel the fury of George III on the throne opposite him.

As far as the count could see, crimson stains deeply corroded the ground and stained the golden throne with a dirty color.

"What do they want?"

George III’s eerily calm voice rang out.

"They...they demand an explanation."

"The Earl of the Imperial Palace murmured."

The air was heavy, but after a moment, King George III laughed.

"An explanation? Sure, I'll explain it to them then. Lead the way."

He stepped down from the throne and said to a well-dressed man standing in the palace, “Issue a nationwide warrant for the capture of that Blood Monk.”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Chief of MI9," Selt said, bowing.

"No matter what method you use, no matter how much the reward, you must eliminate this rebel!"

George III's voice resounded throughout the palace. After issuing the order, he turned around, strode over the red stain, and headed out of the palace.

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