Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 432 Suspicion of M

“The ancient customs of Bansi Port have been revived, some residents have become cultists who worship the ‘weather god,’ and even the bishop has fallen.”

“My divination told me that there is a deeper danger in Bansi Harbor, but it will not erupt as long as it is not actively provoked. So after I dealt with some monsters and ensured the passengers returned safely, I had the captain contact the Church of Storms and leave it to them to handle.”

"Before returning to port, the captain casually told me that the ancient name of Bansi Port was Binsi."

Klein briefly recounted his experience to Luzer, concluding, "So I think the deeper danger here is very likely due to the Medici bloodline."

That makes sense.

Lu Ze nodded deeply in agreement. "You just said that the evil god they worship is called the 'Weather God,' right?"

"That's right. Ancient Pennsylvania was known as a weather museum, with extremely drastic climate changes. It's said that the local inhabitants worshipped that evil god because of this."

"Sequence 2 of the Red Priest pathway is called Weather Wizard."

Klein was taken aback.

"Oh right, you shepherded the evil spirits of the Red Angels, so you also obtained the 'Red Priest's' blasphemous card!" he exclaimed excitedly, realizing what he had just said. "Medici is an angel of the Red Priest pathway, so it's only natural that His descendants would have related inheritances, and it's even very possible that they would reach Sequence 2!"

So that means that island really is related to Medici!
"So, do you think Bansi can help you?"

He asked Lu Ze, "I originally wanted to tell the Hanged Man about this so he could inform the Church of Storms about cleaning up the area, but I thought it might be useful to you, so I didn't."

Thank you for remembering me.

Lu Ze smiled. "Banxi, right? I'll remember that."

Once he becomes the "Black Knight," he should go there and explore to see if he can find anything. Perhaps Medici will also reveal something in the process.

"And you, what have you been doing this week? Aside from dealing with Gilchias."

Klein then asked Luzer.

"Yes, I went to the deepest part of the Sunia Sea, where there is a site of divine war ruins."

Luze replied, omitting the details about the Queen and the Roselle key, as these were not convenient to disclose. "By the way, you're looking for mermaids, right? There are some in this area."

He had encountered them several times during his voyage; the enchanting songs from the depths of the ocean were indeed captivating. Anderson, for example, nearly jumped overboard to his death, but was stopped by Luze. Although their songs were indeed alluring, Luze felt they paled in comparison; the influence of those voices was far less powerful than that of the true creator.

"Deep within the ruins of the God Wars? I understand!"

Klein was overjoyed. His purpose in setting sail was to find mermaids in order to advance his cultivation, and now he finally had news! Their communication was truly effective; they had helped each other greatly in the blink of an eye. Holding these kinds of small meetings among transmigrators was very effective; they should consider holding more of them in the future.

"I suggest that we stay after each gathering to exchange some more confidential information, what do you think?"

Klein suggested.

There were some things he couldn't say directly to the other members of the Tarot Club, and only Lu Ze, a fellow countryman who had also transmigrated, could understand.

"But will Mr. Fool agree?"

Lu Ze was also tempted, but still looked hesitant.

Whether I agree or not is just a matter of my word!
Klein thought to himself, but still tried his best to perform the charade well. He stood up and greeted the mist, "Respected Mr. Fool, may we make this procedure a fixed practice?"

"can."

He concealed his true form behind the thick fog and spoke.

"Thank you very much for your generosity."

He then hurriedly manipulated his dummy to express his gratitude.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Luzer had no idea how much Klein had accomplished in those few seconds, but he thanked the Fool in return.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

The two sat down, and Luze, remembering something, asked Klein, "Have you changed your identity?"

"Of course it's changed." "What's the new name?"

Luze was quite curious, because Klein had previously changed his name to Sherlock Moriarty to subtly reflect his identity as a detective. Now that he was at sea, what name would he adopt?

“.German Sparrow”.

Klein hesitated for a moment before answering.

The old hunter, and Captain Jack Sparrow?

That's quite fitting, hunting pirates at sea, and coincidentally, both he and I drew inspiration from that game.

"My new identity is Alexander Gascoigne."

Lu Zedao.

"Father Gascoigne? You got your name from there too? What a coincidence, but to be honest, 'mad priest' suits you quite well." Klein seemed slightly surprised after hearing this. "But where is Alexander from?"

“Alexander Anderson was also a mad priest.”

Lu Ze replied with a smile.

He couldn't communicate with anyone else about this kind of thing, and only his fellow transmigrator from his hometown could understand the joke.

"Oh, I've seen it!"

Klein also recalled, "That priest who crossed his knives into a cross!"

He originally wanted to demonstrate the pose above the gray fog, but then felt it wasn't quite appropriate and had to give up.

The two chatted casually for a while longer, and when they had nothing more to say, they stood up together and asked Mr. Fool, who was behind the gray fog, to end the conversation.

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.

The virtual personalities above the gray fog had a great time chatting, but Lu Ze underground was quite confused. Because of their little meeting, the personalities were returning to reality much later than usual.

"It's a bit late today, what's going on?"

He asked M.

"I am not sure."

M answered calmly.

"You think you don't understand the virtual persona you created?"

Lu Ze said coldly.

Although the nightmare created for him by "King of the Black Sea" Barros Hopkins was fake, it still made him feel uneasy and suspicious of M.

Is she really my split personality? Could what I see be just what she wants me to see, and she's actually deceiving me? While she might not be a subordinate of the "King of the Black Sea," she could be some other anomaly. For example, the lingering soul of Ms. M that wasn't completely dead?
"I know what you're thinking."

Across from him, the red-haired, golden-eyed M spoke softly.

"Of course you would know."

Lu Ze said coldly.

“To be honest, it’s already quite good that you’ve taken so long to start to doubt me,” M said. “After all, I live inside your body and share many things with you, but to you I’m also a one-way, opaque box.”

"It's understandable that you can't be sure of my true thoughts and would doubt me. So..."

At this point, the gentle red-haired, golden-eyed woman paused slightly, then raised her right hand.

"puff!"

Under Lu Ze's astonished gaze, she plunged her hand into her own chest.

(End of this chapter)