Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 404 [The World], you must be Klein?
"After entering the palace, the Blood Cultivator publicly declared that the true culprit behind the 'Great Smog' incident was the one on the throne in the palace."

Ikonser explained that because the silver mirror could not make a sound, everyone present could only see a blurry, blood-red figure shouting something angrily, "and he was there to seek justice for those people."

The meeting room was silent; everyone held their breath, staring intently at the image reflected in the mirror.

In the mirror, the Blood Cultivator stood alone atop the bell tower. Opposite him, from the sky to the ground, was a vast horde of royal extraordinary beings, including even Sequence 3 and Sequence 4 demigods. The scene was quite awe-inspiring, especially when combined with the words he spoke, making it even more memorable.

The three archbishops stared intently at the mirror, while the handsome but frivolous green-eyed man opposite Ikonser sat up straight, his expression serious.

Everyone saw the red figure transform into a river of blood, crashing towards the palace with towering waves of crimson. Although the royal extraordinary beings tried various methods to stop it, the river continued its advance without wavering, and countless figures appeared on its surface, fighting against them.

"So strong."

Someone whispered.

"Is this also an ability of the Mystic Prayer Path? I've never seen it before."

Archbishop Horamik of the Steam Church looked at the river of blood.

"It's hard to say. Perhaps it's his unique ability, perhaps he borrowed some extraordinary item, or perhaps ordinary shepherds are in a state of madness and unable to use such an ability."

Soster stared intently at the mirror and speculated.

If Audrey were present, she would have immediately noticed the difference—the figure of the Blood Monk in the image is much taller and more imposing, resembling a positive character, while the royal member opposite him is often backlit, appearing fierce and ugly, a quintessential villain. Furthermore, the flesh-and-blood puppet that the Red Angel is depicted in is blurred, making it difficult to detect anything amiss.

The magic mirror Arodes took the initiative to cover for Luze, whether out of flattery or fear, is unknown.

The story in the mirror continues, and just as the river of blood is about to reach the palace, a royal angel descends. The magic mirror doesn't explicitly reveal the angel's figure, but rather uses the reactions of others to indirectly convey the event.

Upon Delink Augustus's arrival, the situation immediately took a sharp turn for the worse. The crimson river receded, and the Blood Cultivator's own strength was restricted, rendering him unable to contend with the extraordinary beings. Yet, even as he swayed precariously, he dragged his broken body step by step toward the palace.

Under the full enhancement of the magic mirror, this scene appeared incredibly tragic.

"Keep going, keep moving forward!"

Many people thought to themselves.

At least at this moment, the people in the conference room expected him to win.

Then, they finally witnessed the madness and determination of this "Blood Monk"—he was pierced and held up by a forest of swords, yet he still tore off his own head and threw it into the palace, spitting out the dignity of the king in a near-suicidal manner.

The video finally ended.

After that, the Magic Mirror, as always, asked Ikonser an embarrassing and frustrating question, which resulted in Ikonser being struck by lightning and falling into a coma for refusing to answer. Everyone understood the butler's predicament, but no one intended to continue using 2-111. Instead, they discussed the scene they had just witnessed.

"The Blood Cultivator was able to fight against so many extraordinary beings without being at a disadvantage before the angels arrived, so his strength must be very high. I guess he has at least reached the Sequence 3 level."

"A scapegoat from the Church of Storms said."

"But in the case of Lanluus, he had difficulty dealing with an unborn offspring of an evil god and was almost caught by the Night Watchers. How could his strength have increased so rapidly in just a few months?"

Some people raised objections.

After discussing the Blood Monk for a while, they turned their attention to the enemy he was facing.

"So, what kind of explanation has the royal family given so far?"

— "How is the royal family doing now?"

Above the gray fog, Alger the Hanged Man asked the same question, looking at Audrey the Justice.

"They gave up more benefits and also accepted the scrutiny of the three major churches in their entirety."

Audrey said.

"What were the findings of the investigation?"

"Aside from a few minor issues, nothing was found."

"Justice," Audrey shook her head. "It's like weaving a perfect illusion."

The current situation is that the three major churches know that the royal family has problems, and the royal family also knows that they suspect that the royal family has problems, but they just can't figure out exactly where the problems lie.

"Currently, the royal family maintains its previous stance, believing that the [Blood Monks] are fanatics who follow other cults and are using this incident to attack the palace, incite discord between the royal family and the church, and ultimately profit from it."

"Justice," Audrey shook her head. "Of course the three major churches don't believe it, but since no problems have been found, the official investigation is over. However, it's foreseeable that the royal family will be under close surveillance for a long time, and even if they do have a plan, it will be restricted."

"Ha, I remain skeptical about their ability to control the monarchy."

Alger shook his head with a cold smile. [The Hanged Man]

After that topic ended, they discussed some related intelligence. [The Sun] explored whether to establish a gesture for praying to the Fool, which was rejected by [The Hanged Man]. [The World] told [The Hanged Man] that the human trafficker Baron he was looking for was in Backlund and had met with MI9 agents.
As today's tarot session drew to a close, everyone was prepared, waiting for Mr. Fool to finish.

But just then, [Temperance] Luze suddenly spoke up.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I request to communicate with [the World] privately."

A private conversation?

Everyone was taken aback.

After all, the two hadn't had much interaction before, and the transaction had already been completed, so it seemed a bit abrupt to suddenly have a private conversation.

We've finally reached this point.

Klein thought to himself, then smiled and calmly replied, "Sure, the party is coming to an end today, so I'll leave this place to you. Everyone else can leave."

"Yes, your will is the standard we follow."

Everyone stood up and spoke, but the newcomer, Emlyn, was noticeably a step behind.

To be honest, Emlin suffered too many shocks in the gray fog today, and his head is throbbing and he feels dizzy.

"brush--"

A crimson light surged from each person, and when it subsided, they had vanished from the bronze high-backed chairs. Not only them, but even the Fool at the head of the table was gone, leaving only Luze and the [World] at the bottom.

Mr. Fool is quite considerate; if he were here, we'd be a bit too reserved for our conversation.
Lu Ze pondered this for a moment, then looked intently at the gloomy figure and asked bluntly:

"[World], you must be Klein?"

(End of this chapter)