Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 232 Report!

Both Luzer and Klein came from the Night Watch and shared a consensus on maintaining stability. While one was more radical and the other slightly more conservative, both felt that Lanius should be eliminated to prevent a greater catastrophe.
“Now that Lanluus has captured the obstetrician and is preparing to deliver the evil god’s offspring via cesarean section, we don’t have much time left.”

Lu Ze said.

At times like this, he felt a pang of regret. If only Bernadette—that queen—were still alive. She needed to prevent a catastrophe, and the target was none other than the universally disliked Aurora Society, avoiding conflict with the authorities. Unfortunately, that powerful woman had already left Backlund and gone to sea.

"I agree, we must act as soon as possible."

Klein nodded emphatically.

Lu Ze thought for a moment and looked at his younger sister.

"Cecilia, this time it's quite dangerous, maybe you shouldn't go."

Unsurprisingly, the other party shook their head and refused.

“Brother, it is precisely because there is danger that I want to stay with you.”

She said it gently but firmly.

“But your sequence is too low. Lanluus possesses divinity.” Luze was somewhat anxious, wanting to persuade his sister to change her mind. Putting aside the illusory tide within himself, even Klein had some special characteristics. The two of them could face Lanluus directly, but his sister might not be able to withstand that level of impact.

However, the other person refused to listen and simply looked at him calmly.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

"that."

In this atmosphere, Klein spoke up timidly, "Don't we need to take action ourselves?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ze looked over, momentarily confused.

“I mean, as long as Lanluus is killed, we don’t necessarily have to face him, right?” Klein further explained, “Backlund has many powerful individuals, and the elites of the three major churches are gathered here. We can report it to the churches and let them handle it themselves.”

In other words, let the church take action!

"That makes sense."

Lu Ze was taken aback at first, but then quickly realized that Klein was right. Yes, why insist on taking matters into his own hands? The authorities are definitely more concerned about such a serious crisis than he is!
Moreover, with so many powerful officials on the front lines, they will definitely be able to control Lanuus more effectively.

"Cecilia, if that's the case, then you don't need to come with me anymore, right?"

Lu Ze then successfully persuaded his sister.

The two left home and traveled by carriage to the Backlund Bridge district. Before making the report, Luze wanted to scout from a distance to confirm that it really was Lanius.

"Let's report it to the Church of the Goddess. After all, the Lannus case started with the Night Watchers."

Sitting in the carriage, Luze spoke to Klein.

"Yes, and we need to be careful when reporting, to prevent the church from finding out."

Klein added.

Once Lanius is dealt with, the Church will definitely investigate the whistleblower's information afterwards. If they find the two of them by following the clues, it will be troublesome. Whistleblowing is also an art.

Just as the two were pondering the details of the report, the carriage arrived at the Backlund Bridge area, the place where Klein had just been wandering.

"Guwa."

A foul and distorted sound instantly flooded his mind, like the cry of an infant or the howl of a dying beast. Lu Ze felt his head buzz, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and black veins quickly spread across his face, blood streaming down his nose.

Even though they were separated by a train carriage and the distance was great, the aftershocks of just "listening" had a significant impact on him!

"There's no mistake, they are the offspring of an evil god."

Luze quickly summoned the ocean tide to resist the erosion, meeting Klein's surprised gaze, "Even without looking outside, I can feel it."

It wasn't just that voice; the pervasive sense of decay hanging over the neighborhood, the eerie sight of the flesh and blood on the streetwalkers—all these indicated that this area had been corrupted by the offspring of an evil god. "Let's hurry and report it!"

Klein said that Luzer's condition was so frightening that he dared not stay there any longer.

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North District, Headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Night, St. Samuel's Church.

Because it was a weekday morning, the church was relatively empty. Only a middle-aged priest stood behind the altar, head bowed, reading the scriptures, while waiting for believers to come and pray or confess to him. His expression was serene and peaceful, just like the lofty and profound church itself.

In the square directly opposite the church, countless white doves were circling and flying. Suddenly, one of them changed direction, left the flock, and flew towards the church.

"brush!"

It lowered its body, flapped its wings to accelerate, and actually passed through the domed archway and rushed into the church!

The priest heard the sound of flapping wings. He looked up and saw a white dove rush in with a desperate air, crashing violently onto the church floor with a loud thud.

Because of the incredible speed, the white dove was smashed to pieces, becoming a blurry mass of flesh and blood!
The priest stared in astonishment at the poor pigeon. After a moment, he stepped over, intending to pick up the pigeon's carcass and tidy it up. However, his astonishment quickly intensified.

Because that blurry mass of flesh and blood began to wriggle on its own.

The flesh and blood writhed and quickly formed several lines of crimson Rune script:
“Backland Bridge district, Lastwell Street;”

Lanluus, pregnant with the offspring of an evil god, is about to be born;
If you don't understand, contact the relevant personnel as soon as possible for assistance.

After carefully reading the words written in blood, the priest's expression quickly turned solemn. He turned and hurried away, heading deeper into the church, seemingly to find someone else.

Across from the church, in the shadows beneath a bench in the square, Lu Ze secretly watched the entire process, then left in the shadows, circling several streets before stopping at a corner.

“Someone saw it, read it very carefully, and then went to ask someone else to handle it.”

He said to Klein, who was hiding behind the corner.

"That's good."

Klein said, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

Of course, this is not the end of the story. The Church will likely react quickly, and we cannot afford to be careless until Lanius is actually killed.

"Won't your flesh and blood be divined if you put it in?"

"Klein asked."

"The flesh and blood have already been processed."

Lu Ze said, "They've severed all contact with me and have become nothing more than a flesh-and-blood bomb, the kind that carries information."

The Rose Bishop is so convenient.
His words earned Klein's slight admiration, but the corresponding price was also high.

The report was successful, and the two can now only wait and see how the church will react.

Meanwhile, in the Backlund Bridge district.

Is it around here?

Mr. A asked.

"Yes."

The man who provided the information replied, "I saw a pregnant man right here."

Mr. A looked around the neighborhood, a flash of fervent joy in his eyes.