Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 480 Meeting an acquaintance
Only after everything was over did Philia gradually come to her senses from her state of frenzy and terror.

"Did we win?"

He looked around blankly and saw shattered wood scattered on the deck of the Hit, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Before the battle, the boatswain assigned Philia to be a gunner's assistant—that is, to help the gunners transport ammunition and clean the cannon barrels. When the artillery battle actually began, and the roaring shells whistled overhead, threatening death at any moment, he was somewhat bewildered, simply repeating the actions he had been trained in before out of instinct.

"Where has everyone gone?"

The cannon fire had ceased, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost all memory of the battle. The last image he could recall was the Hit charging head-on into the gunfire, the steel hull of the opposing warship gleaming blindingly in the sunlight.

At this moment, the deck was a mess, with even a large hole blasted out by a shell.

"It's a pity I cleaned it every day," Philia thought with a pang of heartache as he looked at the deck. He pushed aside the planks pressing down on him and shakily got to his feet. He could vaguely hear his comrades cheering, but he couldn't see them. The smoke made his surroundings blurry, and he could only grope his way forward.

The view from the other end of the deck gradually came into view.

"what!"

Philia screamed in horror as she saw several of her comrades lying side by side, their bodies mangled and bloody. Some had broken arms, some had their legs cut into three pieces, and most horrifyingly, a poor soul who had been blasted in the waist by a shell was completely split in two!

"Oh my god."

Seeing these people still alive and groaning in pain, Philia felt his legs go weak. But he quickly noticed a handsome man in a red robe with the wounded.

The most mysterious captain on their ship!
"Captain, I'm going to die!"

The sailor, cut in two at the waist, struggled, his internal organs spilling from the severed body, emitting a bloody stench. "I can't feel my legs anymore," he cried.

"Calm down, take a deep breath."

"That's what the man who slew the dragon on Toscart said calmly."

Deep breathing won't help; his back is broken.
Philia thought to herself.

Then he saw the captain reach out and press his hand on the broken surface. As a result, the previously scattered flesh and organs were inspired and began to automatically piece themselves together and heal until they were completely healed and no trace of the wound could be seen.

Philia's mouth opened wider and wider.

The horrific injury that was supposed to be fatal was actually healed just like that?!
"what?"

The sailor who had been cut in half at the waist was even more bewildered than Philia. He sat up straight, touched his intact waist, and stared blankly at Luze.

But Lu Ze ignored him and went to the next injured person, using "Flesh and Blood Magic" to heal them. Before long, all the injured had recovered.

"Although you've recovered, you might feel weak recently, so it's best to eat more to replenish your energy."

He gave a brief instruction, glanced at Philia who was standing there dumbfounded, and then stood up.

The pirate crew's first battle was rather lackluster. Although the enemy was a warship, and although there was a Sequence 5 Beyonder on board, they were powerless against a demigod. The only noteworthy aspect was that their own crew was indeed inferior to a well-trained navy, not to mention the disparity in firepower between the two sides.

Lu Ze abandoned his crew and, riding the wind, flew towards the opposing warship.

Compared to the behemoth "Prydz" that he had once piloted, this warship was much smaller. It had taken a hit on its port side, and the blasted ironwork revealed its wooden frame—though still significantly stronger than that of an ordinary wooden sailing ship.

The surrendered sailors were already bound, standing right next to the pirates they had previously captured. Seeing the shift in the situation, these men became smug, laughing and mocking the soldiers. After all, in their view, pirates wouldn't harm pirates; the navy was their common enemy.

"Release us, sir! We are pirates too, and we can help control these sailors!"

"Yes, let us join you!"

Some of the more impatient pirates had already started yelling at Anderson. The passengers, on the other hand, looked rather bitter. First, the pirates tried to rob them, then the navy wanted to use them as laborers, and now they had been captured by a new wave of pirates. They had all become numb to it all.

"I'm sorry," Anderson said, looking at them with a smile, indicating his refusal. "You can't even defeat these marines, why should we keep you here?"

"."

The pirates, who had been so noisy just moments before, were instantly stunned upon hearing this. What kind of talk was this? How could ordinary pirates possibly defeat the navy?

Just then, everyone heard a gust of wind; it turned out that Lu Ze had landed on the ship.

"captain."

Anderson stepped forward and said, "The situation is under control."

"Ah."

Lu Ze responded and looked around the deck. He saw the passengers, sailors, and pirates who had been forcibly gathered together. At this moment, more people came up to the deck from the cabins; they were also victims of the navy's kidnapping.

"It's a Blood Cultivator!"

Someone recognized him and whispered, causing a sudden panic in the surrounding atmosphere.

They actually ran into that heinous criminal!
Lu Ze ignored the crowd and continued scanning, spotting the naval lieutenant commander who had shot himself, and also the body of the extraordinary individual he had killed with his own hands. The man was dressed in a well-tailored suit, a Sequence 5 of the "lawyer" pathway, likely an agent of MI9. Both bodies were bound by some kind of restriction; their spirituality was completely extinguished upon death, rendering them incapable of psychic communication or divination.

When asked, the soldiers knew nothing; they were simply following orders.

"Captain, what's the next step?"

Anderson asked.

Lu Ze looked up at the people and was about to speak when he spotted a familiar face among the passengers.

It was a chubby man with an owl perched on his shoulder.

Darkwell!

After leaving Backlund, did this guy go to sea?

Lu Ze had an idea and said to Anderson, "Call the people over there with the owl over here."

Is there something wrong with him?

Anderson gestured for his men to pull the man away, and asked in a low voice.

“He is an extraordinary individual and should be of use to us.”

Lu Zedao.

He suddenly remembered that Darkwill was on the "Pharmacist" pathway, and the Life School happened to have an organization on Oravi Island that controlled this pathway. Could Darkwill happen to be a member of the Life School?

"Your Excellencies, my esteemed lords."

Darkwell was pulled over by the sailors, his chubby face trembling as he forced a fawning smile.

Looking at him and the owl on his shoulder trying to appear normal, Lu Ze suddenly spoke up, "Planning to go to Oravi Island to see Councilor Joreid, right?"

"Huh? No, no!"

Darkwell was startled and moved so violently that the owl on his shoulder flapped its wings to adjust itself.

Its golden eyes revealed helplessness, clearly indicating its frustration with its master. Darkwell's behavior was so obvious that it had already proven many things.

(End of this chapter)