Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 474 How did you know I just recruited a four-headed spirit messenger?

Bayam, the "City of Generosity," the Governor's Residence.

"Do you need me to help you recall, Major General Chunas?"

General Emilius Levitt was of average build and did not appear particularly robust. His uniform was impeccably tailored, the red sashes on his shoulders, the dangling medals, and the gold cufflinks harmonizing with the matching epaulets. He was beardless, with azure eyes that exuded an undeniable and powerful authority.

When he spoke, the imposing tone of his voice seemed to command everyone to stop moving and obey his will.

That's right, Admiral Emilius is a military demigod, a Sequence 4 of the "Arbitrator" pathway, the "Law Master".

He casually cut the steak on his plate, but his voice was sharper than the gleaming knife in his hand: "The Sunia Sea has always been within the sphere of influence of our navy. When did MI9 become involved?"

"Clang, clang."

The sound of the knife scraping against the porcelain plate made the governor sweat even more.

"Ah"

The admiral's heavy pressure didn't affect Chunas; the tough-looking man swirled the golden liquid in his champagne glass, his expression calm. Emilius's oppressive aura seemed to be somewhat distorted around him.

"Your Excellency, we have no intention of competing with the navy for spheres of influence."

The "Lawyer" of Sequence 4, the "Fallen Earl," chuckled, "I have no choice but to do this to fulfill His Majesty's mission. Please understand."

"His Majesty's order is for us to cooperate with your MI9, not for you to ride roughshod over us."

Emilius said calmly, putting a piece of steak into his mouth and chewing. He seemed more interested in crushing Chunas's neck than the steak.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"Heh. Such a fine banquet deserves some good wine, doesn't it?" Governor George Negan rose as if speaking to himself. "I'll go to the wine cellar."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the two important figures and their respective entourages staring at each other in the restaurant.

"So, you don't want MI9 personnel on the warship?"

Chunas said.

"You may board the warship, but the navy has its own rules, and you cannot be in command!"

The issue the two were arguing about was actually the control of the operation. It's important to understand that while the royal family controls half of the military, the other half is held by various families, with the Levitt family being one of them. As a representative of the family, one naturally wants to secure as much benefit as possible for themselves.

"Overall, this is a good thing. If it really comes to fruition, those usurping kings and generals will be brought to justice, and the navy's strength will increase as a result," Chunas advised. "Why sacrifice the greater good for some trivial matters?"

"Of course I know it's a good thing, but as I said before, it should be led by our navy."

Emilius refused to budge.

That's really tough.
Upon seeing this, Chunas couldn't help but shake his head.

It seems we have no choice but to do as that person instructed.

"Vanster, you can all go down now."

He gestured for his entourage to leave the restaurant, and the general opposite him glanced at him and then slightly raised his finger, signaling his secretary to take the guards out.

"Your Excellency General, your younger brother, Governor Austin Levitt of Oravi Island, has recently been discussing some matters with you, hasn't he?"

After clearing the scene, Chunas said in a nonchalant tone.

"Click."

Emilius's movement of cutting the steak paused almost imperceptibly for a moment. This subtle change would be unnoticed by an ordinary person, but a Sequence 4 demigod would not miss it; this momentary hesitation spoke volumes. It worked.
Chunas's expression remained unchanged, but he sneered inwardly.

As that person said, Emilius may seem cold and stern, but he actually values ​​family and kinship. If you use that matter to manipulate him, it will be enough to make him give up!

"Your Majesty believes that His Excellency Austin might be able to resign from his post as governor and return to the interior to serve as an official. What do you think?"

He continued.

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Emilius put down his knife and fork, raised his head, and looked over expressionlessly.

After a moment, he sighed almost imperceptibly.

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.

Above the gray fog, the gathering was drawing to a close. Finally, Fors, the "Magician," shared some information she had gleaned from a friend.

"Princess Sofia has gone missing?"

"Justice," Audrey exclaimed in surprise. She had seen this member of the Fursac royal family at balls on several occasions during his visit to Loen.
She disappeared too?
Lu Ze frowned slightly.

Elaine the redhead from the Soren family, Sophia from the Einhorn family... if we add a descendant of Medici, we'd have a complete list of hunter-angel family descendants.
"Why is the disappearance of Fussac's princess attracting Rune's attention?"

"The Hanged Man," Alger asked in a deep voice, his mind filled with doubt.

"I do have a guess."

The Hermit spoke slowly, “According to some rumors, the current Emperor Fussac is not in particularly good health. And Sophia’s line of succession seems to be quite high.”

ah? Is that so?
Upon hearing this, Fors gasped. This matter concerns the throne? Then I'd better advise Hugh not to get involved. It's too dangerous.
After that, there was nothing more for the group to share.

"Then let's stop here for today."

The Fool at the head of the table chuckled.

"Your will is our direction."

Everyone stood up to greet them.

As crimson beams of light surged forth, everyone on the bench was sent away, even Mr. Fool himself, leaving only two people at the long table. [World] Klein and [Temperance] Luzer, their own gathering of transmigrators, began.

As before, the two shared their experiences from the previous week with some reservation. Klein had arrived in Bayam, killed the "Blood Admiral's" second mate and his men, and recruited a spirit creature as a messenger. As for Luzer, his deeds had already spread far and wide.

"Klein, about Elaine the Red."

After the two relaxed a little, Lu Ze asked seriously, "What do you plan to do?"

"What, do you have an idea?"

Klein sat up straight.

“Hmm, that guy is clearly from the Witch Cult, probably connected to the Great Smog incident and the royal family,” Lu Ze said coldly. “I was planning to find her before, but I didn’t expect her to deliver herself to me. If you’re planning to work along the line with Red-haired Elaine, I think we can cooperate.”

"no problem."

Klein nodded, saying that the smog incident was also a lingering shadow in his mind. "Then I'll begin the preliminary investigation. If I have any accurate information, I'll contact you immediately."

He paused here, then said with a hint of a smile, "Use the messengers I just recruited."

(End of this chapter)