Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 277 Mr. A is Dead
"Mr. Temperance, could you please give me a copy of the list as well? I'd like to take a look at it too."

"Justice," Audrey couldn't help but ask.

"of course can."

Luze conjured the list once more, and he simply gave one to each person, delivering it to everyone except the Fool.

The list not only included the corresponding sequences and potion names, but also descriptions of their abilities. In fact, this information alone could probably fetch a couple hundred pounds, but compared to his large order, it was nothing.

A judge capable of issuing prohibitions, a Rose Bishop with formidable regenerative abilities, a terrifying demon, a hermit who can command shadows, and the psychiatrist on my path.
[Justice] Audrey looked at the descriptions on the list and was filled with excitement.

I wish I had all of these abilities!
For a moment, she even felt a little envious of the shepherd. Because the shepherd could freely choose from various abilities to create the most suitable combination for himself. However, the shepherd's path was far too dangerous, and she could only think about it at most.

"I have some channels that can help you sell some of the features."

Alger, the Hanged Man, put down the list and said, “However, I need to take a one-tenth commission.”

"can."

Lu Ze nodded and accepted the other party's terms.

“In addition, I have another proposal. I know a craftsman who can be hired to create extraordinary items with the corresponding properties,” Alger continued. “In that case, the use value and price of the items will be increased.”

Besides serving as the main ingredient in potions, these properties can also be integrated with items to spontaneously unleash their abilities. Of course, such items generally have more negative effects.

There is an extraordinary being called a "Craftsman"—the same sequence as Russell. Craftsmen can use their abilities to process extraordinary properties, turning them into extraordinary items with better effects and fewer side effects.

Hearing that he could make more money, Lu Ze was naturally willing.

"In this case, how do you plan to split the profits?"

Lu Ze asked.

He had already realized that this "Hanged Man" was very cunning and that everything he did was purposeful. He certainly wasn't just acting out of kindness to help him make more money.

“In addition to the fees paid to the craftsmen, my share will be increased to one-eighth.”

Alger met the other's gaze and tried to remain calm as he spoke.

Actually, he was somewhat apprehensive facing a Sequence 5 opponent, worried that his proposed profit-sharing percentage might be too high and incur the other party's displeasure. After all, that was the Shepherd, the Shepherd who had just killed a group of Aurora Society members from an outpost!
Those extraordinary characteristics might even be stained with blood!
But Alger had no choice but to do it.

Because he was short of money.

To advance to the rank of "Wind Chosen," he needed over 3000 gold pounds—far more than a pirate captain and priest of the Storm Church could easily amass. To become stronger, he had to find a way to make money!
Alger, on edge, watched the shepherd's [moderation] reaction.

In a state of high tension, he saw the other person nod slightly and say:

"can."

Only then did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Moreover, I think the two methods can be carried out simultaneously. The lower-value characteristics can be sold directly, while the higher-value characteristics can be processed to fetch a higher premium and are suitable for making extraordinary items."

Luze added. He was even thinking that perhaps he could leave behind a few extraordinary items that would be effective.

“Wait a moment, Mr. Temperance, and Mr. Hanged Man,” Audrey of Justice suddenly said. “I was thinking, perhaps I could pre-order a few extraordinary items made from these properties?”

She was just admiring the abilities that these characteristics brought, and in the blink of an eye, these abilities might actually be available to her. How could she not be eager to buy them?

Although she didn't have enough cash and still owed Mr. Fool's servants £2000, she could simply ask her parents for money and buy them something nice.
I want too
Beside her, Fors, the Magician, looked at her with a mixture of poverty and envy.

"I'm also somewhat interested."

At the other end of the long table, the gloomy "World" chimed in.

"Then let's do this: bring the extraordinary items we've made here first for you all to choose from. If no one is interested, then I'll sell them to someone else."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," said this, and his words won unanimous agreement from everyone.

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After Lu Ze sold his items, no one else intended to continue trading, and the gathering moved into its third part. "Let's have some free time to chat."

The Fool at the head of the table spoke calmly.

“Some things have happened in Backlund recently.”

[Justice] Audrey said, “Mr. A, the messenger of the local Aurora Society, has issued a reward for finding Mr. Fool and his followers.”

"That's what happened."

[The Magician] Fors added a comment as well.

Is there a conflict between the Aurora Society and Mr. Fool's family?

Alger had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask the Fool, who was at the head of the group, directly. The Fool hadn't even told us. He seemed indifferent to it.

"You don't need to worry about that."

Then he heard Lu Ze say coldly, "Mr. A is dead."

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Alger paused for a moment, then looked at him. "You said before that you cleared out an Aurora Society stronghold."

"It's the Aurora Borealis in Backlund."

Lu Ze replied.

"And what about Mr. A?"

"Killed by me."

"But I've heard that Mr. A is very strong."

Fors couldn't help but ask.

"He was just a shepherd, like me. He had the revelation of the true Creator, and I had the favor of Mr. Fool. Besides, what's the point of explaining now that he's already been killed?"

Lu Ze's tone grew increasingly cold, a fleeting glint of madness and pain in his eyes, as if he were recalling that dark afternoon. The black snow, and the figure that had vanished completely that day.
Cecilia died for him, leaving a void in his heart forever. Like a bottle with a broken bottom, it can never be filled again.

His emotions seemed to penetrate the thick gray fog and reach the others present, causing them to stop asking questions.

"Um, I don't have much to say."

Since Fors, who spends all day at home, had no news to share, the topic quickly shifted to the men.

"Elder Lovia has come out."

"The Sun" said with a worried expression.

He recounted what happened last week, specifically Elder Lovia, the shepherd who had passed through the area. She had successfully left the Round Tower by offering a Sequence 4 recipe in exchange for the understanding of the Council of Six.

This is what the land forsaken by the gods looks like.
During their conversation, Luze learned about the situation in the Forsaken Lands and what had happened to the Sun. He was deeply impressed by that world that was forever shrouded in darkness and lightning.

"There's no doubt that your chief's approach is correct."

Alger, the Hanged Man, said, "In an uncertain situation, the most appropriate approach is to allow both sides to exist and maintain a balance of power."

"But the true creator is an evil god."

"The Sun," Derrick couldn't help but say.

Coincidentally, that's the same way Luo Weiya sees us.

Lu Ze thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)