Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 312 The Last Aurora Meeting in Backlund

Nighttime, Queens, in the hall of the Duke Negan's villa.

The melodious music flowed like water, and couples dressed in their finest attire danced gracefully in response.

The spacious hall was warm and inviting, with high-powered gaslights illuminating the night as if it were daytime. In this comfortable environment, the ladies were able to freely display their long, smooth skin, adorned with jewels that shimmered under the lights.

Waiters carried golden champagne glasses through the crowd, and on the nearby tables, a dazzling array of delicacies were displayed. As soon as the food cooled down slightly, it was removed and replaced with a new dish.

This was a life of extravagance that the poor in the East End could never have imagined. The wildest dream they had when they slept on a penny rope bed was nothing more than eating white bread with butter and big slices of fatty meat with coffee.

As a member of the nobility, Constellison didn't take this kind of life for granted, but he was already used to it, so used to that he wouldn't compare it to what he saw in the East End during the day.

Compared to those things, he focused more on the stunningly beautiful girl in front of him.

"You know, I can't go into too much detail about the mission, or I'll get criticized by my superiors."

He shook his head and said.

“Then let’s talk about something less important, Cons, please,” said Grylint, who was secretly a Sequence 9 “Pharmacist,” with barely suppressed curiosity. “I’m just so incredibly curious.”

The others seemed to share the same sentiment, including Audrey.

The ball had been going on for a while when these noble scions, who were interested in the extraordinary world, spontaneously gathered together to discuss a recent event—the detectives who had solved a serial murder case were threatened, but the killer was killed that same day.

The official claim, of course, was that the brave and wise kingdom police acted swiftly. But the younger generation had some inside information, knowing that the murderer was an Extraordinary Being, and that he died at the hands of another Extraordinary Being.

As they chatted, under someone's subtle prompting, their gaze inevitably fell on Constance, who had joined MI9, which led to the scene just now.

"Okay, then I'll just say a little bit."

Feeling Audrey's watchful gaze, Cons couldn't help but have a thought, and he smiled mysteriously, saying, "The lingering atmosphere at the scene is very similar to that at the scene of the Kapin case."

"The Kapin case? You mean the powerful extraordinary being who killed the human trafficker Kapin, and now he's killed the mastermind behind the serial killers?!"

Viscount Grelint exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone else also showed expressions of surprise, even Audrey slightly parted her rosy lips as she stared at Cons. He couldn't help but feel a little smug, and in doing so, he slightly revealed a dangerous piece of inside information:

"Our internal code name for him is Blood Monk."

[Blood Cultivator]?
Audrey hid in the crowd, savoring the name with mixed feelings.

This name sounds bloody and crazy; it's better to give Mr. Anderson the code name we Tarot would give him—[Temperance], which is elegant and restrained.
"Blood Monk, what a great codename!" Christine exclaimed excitedly, clearly a fan of the man. "He's always fighting bad guys, upholding his faith in justice with his blood."

According to you, what are we, the ones responsible for investigating him,?
Cons thought to himself, but didn't say it aloud. In a daze, he couldn't help but recall Mr. Reeves's dejected face. He shook his head slightly, regaining his composure, and noticed that everyone was watching him.

"I'm sorry, I think I've said a bit too much."

He gave a wry smile. "If I keep talking, I'm really going to get criticized."

People laughed politely upon hearing this, and after asking no further questions, they dispersed while chatting.

Cons was inclined to chat with Audrey a little longer, or even dance with her, when he suddenly saw a tall young man walking towards him. This man had a round face and narrow eyes, and looked remarkably like the founder of the Republic on banknotes, but he wasn't as serious; instead, he exuded youthful vigor.

It's the third prince; he's definitely here for Audrey!
Cons cursed his rival inwardly, but still bowed to her along with Audrey.

Good evening, Your Highness.

"Good evening," Edsack Augustus said with a smile, his gaze sweeping lightly over Audrey and Cons.

"Here we go again, another awkward and boring chat."

Audrey thought helplessly to herself, but maintained a sweet and gentle smile on her face.

Then she saw that the third prince, who had been very fond of her not long ago, simply gestured to them and walked past them toward Duke Negan on the other side of the dance floor.

He did not try to communicate with Audrey again.

Prince Edsack just left like that?!

Cons found it hard to believe. He saw Audrey seem to pause for a second, a look of confusion flashing in her beautiful emerald eyes. But immediately, those eyes returned to their gentle and captivating state.

She smiled and pointed to the long table on the other side, saying, "Cons, would you like to get something to eat with me?"

"What an honor."

Constance also came to his senses and responded to him.

Prince Edsack might have found a new target, or he might simply have lost interest in Audrey. Either way, it was a good thing for him; after all, competing with a prince might put him at a slight disadvantage.
I need to establish my merits as soon as possible and get promoted in MI9.

He thought to himself.

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.

A few days later, in the same Queens, at the house where Mr. A held the party.

"My Lord, everyone is here."

The young man led in more than twenty believers and excitedly spoke to Lu Ze.

"Ah."

With Mr. A's androgynous and handsome face, Lu Ze scrutinized each of the believers. The heightened spiritual energy brought by the "Secret Prayer" allowed him to easily sense the intense and frenzied aura emanating from them.

This level of aura could not have been generated in a short period of time.
Are these the only people there?

He said, feigning surprise.

"Please, you must save us, Your Excellency the Divine Messenger!"

These people knelt down one after another, piously and fervently declaring, "We have no faith left but in the Lord!"

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Lu Ze nodded calmly, “I have the ability to protect all of you, but I am only willing to protect the Lord’s most faithful believers.”

“The Lord hears from heaven and bestows His great mercy upon those who are being saved, delivering them from the hand of their enemies.” He said in a dazed tone, “Let me hear what you have done for your faith in the Lord?”

The believers were excited, showing their devotion to the Lord, and then they would be saved—isn't that exactly what the scriptures say?

So they couldn't wait to start talking.

(End of this chapter)