Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 254 Black Snow
East End, 8 Housetin Street.

Luzer nestled on the living room sofa, flipping through a stack of manuscripts in his hands. The manuscripts, entirely written in Chinese and arranged chronologically, were the Russell diaries that Klein had given him.

Due to his mental health issues, his facial expressions kept changing, but his eyes remained focused on the diary, reading through each entry.

"Russell is connected to several prominent figures in the mysticism through the 'Generalist' path, such as Zarathustra, the leader of the Secret Order, 'Mr. Door' who is trapped outside the world, and the archbishop of the Steam Church."

"He also joined a mysterious organization whose name cannot be mentioned, an organization that actually possessed the second Profane Tablet."

"The Forsaken Land: The War of the Four Emperors, Some Hidden Histories"

"Laws such as high sequence permutation, the indestructibility of extraordinary properties, and the conservation of similar sequences."

"His three children made their own blasphemous plaques."

After reading through all the diaries, Luze couldn't help but sigh that Emperor Rosell had indeed lived a very exciting life.

Besides Russell's own account, the diary also contained some entries written by Klein. He carefully annotated some parts of Luzer's writings and offered reminders on others. For example, he added his own interpretations to Russell's historical accounts and warned Luzer to be careful of "Mr. Door" and the organization whose name couldn't even be mentioned, and to avoid discussing them in reality.

—My colleague was really honest. The Russell diary he received contained a lot of valuable information, and after reading it, he gained some understanding of advanced knowledge about many extraordinary worlds.

"Klein is indeed cautious. But he's right. My current state is already terrible. If I establish contact with other mysterious entities again, I might go completely insane."

Lu Ze held the diary in his hand, thinking to himself.

That's right, his condition is still very serious, and it's even showing signs of worsening.

Even now, countless illusions surround him: twisted limbs, frantic sounds, and desperate faces appear one after another. In his mind, several voices simultaneously rang out, relentlessly cursing him, giving him advice, and ordering him to act.

Lu Ze pretended not to see or hear anything; only the tightly clenched edge of the paper revealed his inner turmoil.

Fortunately, this problem will be resolved soon.

"Clang, clang"

The melodious and grand chimes came from afar, echoing through the streets of the East District, reminding people that the hour had arrived.

"Lu Ze, isn't it about time?"

The sound of the bell drowned out the babbling in his head, and Lu Ze saw his sister's figure pass through the chaotic illusions and come to him.

"Ah."

He answered, calmly folding up the diary in his hand and tucking it into his pocket to keep it safe.

The Psychological Alchemy Society has accepted his request and promised to send a specialist in treating mental health issues. In return, he will have to pay a hefty fee of 1500 pounds.

Fortunately, after arriving in Backlund, Luzer went through a series of events and acquired a considerable amount of cash, enough to cover the expenses. He first gave a deposit of one-tenth, and then entrusted the remaining cash to Miss Audrey, a trusted intermediary, for her temporary safekeeping.

After that, the Psychological Alchemy Society provided an address and informed him that the expert would arrive promptly at 4 p.m. that afternoon.

The clock just struck twice, which means it's already 2 PM, and there are still two hours left until the agreed time.

"Let's go, let's go to Queens first and meet up with Miss Audrey, and then we'll go there."

Lu Ze stood up from the sofa and said to his sister.

"Yes, that's great, Lu Ze."

The black-haired girl looked very happy and stepped forward to support Lu Ze's arm. The hope of curing Lu Ze's madness was within reach, no wonder she was so happy.

Seeing her happy face, Lu Ze smiled slightly.

I hope the experts at the Psychological Alchemy Society are professional enough to cure my mental madness. Even just providing some relief would be good.

He thought hopefully. The landlord was still in school, and they locked the door after they left. The two walked to the street corner to hire a carriage.

The weather in Backlund was getting increasingly damp and cold. The overcast sky showed no sign of the sun. You could feel the damp, cold air slowly seeping into your clothes as soon as you stepped out of your room. It was cold and sticky against your skin, stealing away your body heat.

Lu Ze and his sister walked side by side, their feet sinking into the muddy streets of the East District.

"Cold?"

he asks.

"Fortunately."

The girl beside him had a slightly flushed face and small ears, and as she spoke, she exhaled white steam. The steam quickly dissipated, merging into the surrounding gray mist. She held onto Lu Ze's arm, looking down at the path to help him avoid the difficult sections. Her tense, red-faced, earnest expression was incredibly cute, making Lu Ze want to play a prank and weigh more of himself down on her.

But he forgot that his sister was already a Sequence 8 Extraordinary. After Luze shifted his center of gravity, he only needed to adjust slightly to regain his balance.

"Stop fooling around, Lu Ze."

"well."

Lu Ze gave a perfunctory reply.

Suddenly, the girl turned her head, her azure eyes looking intently at Lu Ze through the white steam.

"Brother, you'll be all better after this treatment, right?"

She seemed to be trying to confirm something.

"probably."

Lu Ze smiled slightly. Although he wasn't sure if it would work, he still used those words to comfort his sister.

"It will definitely get better!"

The girl clenched her fist and said, as if to encourage herself.

Sister, then I'll take your good wishes.
Lu Ze couldn't help but chuckle. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a cool sensation on his face, as if something had landed there. The substance melted quickly, leaving a slightly damp and cold feeling.

He subconsciously looked up, his eyes slightly changing.

"Is it black because it's snowing?"

He saw countless black fluff particles falling from the sky, filling his field of vision.

The snowflakes, which should have been pure white, were soaked by pollution emitted from the factory, ultimately turning into this filthy sight. It was as if, after a fire, countless ashes were swept into the sky by the hot wind, then drifted down, landing on people's shoulders and on the already dirty streets.

"There really is black snow. Cecilia, let's hurry up, this stuff is filthy."

Lu Ze sighed, quickened his pace with his sister, and arrived at the street corner, where they hired a carriage.

"Go to Queens."

He spoke to the coachman. The coachman, perhaps too cold to speak, lacked the enthusiasm of a typical coachman, simply nodded, and spurred the carriage forward.

The carriage the two were riding in swayed and disappeared into the black snow.

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(End of this chapter)