Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 317 I Have Something to Ask You, Sherlock
"Alright, that's all I wanted to talk to you about today."

After figuring out Luna's potion recipe, Luze tucked the note into his robe and said to Klein, "I'll be going now."

"Don't leave in a hurry."

Klein stood up. "It's rare for you to come all this way, I was thinking of treating you to something."

".entertain?"

"correct."

Klein said with a smile, "I bought some rice on the shopping street and I'm going to make a tomato stew with beef brisket to go with it, using the way we make it back home."

Before he transmigrated, he was from the South, while Lu Ze was from the North, and their tastes didn't match. So he decided to compromise and make a dish that was more widely accepted.

Lu Ze was slightly taken aback.

Ah, the dishes of my hometown.
A feeling of nostalgia welled up from the bottom of his heart, and he almost instinctively wanted to agree, but soon he shook his head.

"forget it."

Lu Ze said.

"Huh? Why?"

Klein's smile froze instantly, and he couldn't help but ask.

“I’m no longer in the mood or need for that. I need to go back to the East District and continue to keep an eye on things there.”

Luze slowly stood up and said to Klein, "However, I still want to thank you for your invitation."

He was already Sequence 5, his body further modified by the potion, and he no longer needed to eat. When he ate it, he might feel a little sentimental, but he certainly wouldn't feel nostalgic as Klein hoped—that would be too jarring, so it was better to refuse in the first place.

".All right."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Klein had no choice but to get up and escort him to the porch.

"Then goodbye. Wait, an extraordinary one is coming."

Just as Luze was about to say goodbye, the "Shepherd's" spirituality suddenly reminded him, causing him to change his farewell halfway through into a reminder to Klein: "It's probably around Sequence 7."

"Jingle Bell"

Just as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang at 15 Minsk Street.

The two exchanged a glance. Luze remained where he was, while Klein cautiously went to open the door.

The instant he grasped the doorknob, his spiritual intuition allowed him to see the face of the person behind the door—a young man with hair combed back, handsome yet effeminate features, and arrogant red pupils.

Emlyn White?
Why is he here?

Klein opened the door with a hint of surprise.

"Good afternoon, Emlyn. Shouldn't you be at Harvest Church at this hour?"

Lu Ze truly lives up to his reputation as a shepherd; his perception is remarkably accurate.
Klein thought to himself.

The young man before them was no ordinary person, but a vampire. In fact, he was a Sequence 7 vampire in the Pharmacist pathway. He had met Klein by chance and was currently working as a priest at the Harvest Church, which worshipped the Earth Mother Goddess.

"I have something I'd like to ask you, Sherlock Moriarty!"

The handsome vampire spoke with great seriousness, enunciating each word carefully. Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, he saw Luze standing in the doorway, saw his blood-red robe, and sensed the mad and depraved aura emanating from him.

shepherd!
How can it be!

Emlyn, being a vampire, while not reaching an exceptionally high level himself, possessed the inherited knowledge of his race, including basic common sense and certain secrets of the Extraordinary Realm. The man before him was undoubtedly a Sequence 5 Shepherd, a dangerous being who worshipped an evil god!
"Whoosh!" Thick black mist immediately billowed from his body, wings sprouted, and then he turned around without hesitation and fled into the distance.

Although it's unclear why Sherlock became acquainted with a shepherd, there's no time to explain. He's no match for Sherlock, so the best course of action is to escape immediately and seek help to save Sherlock and himself.
"stop."

Then, Emlyn heard a nonchalant voice say this in despair, and the shadow beneath his feet suddenly came to life, like a black liquid, wrapping around his ankles. His forward momentum didn't diminish, but his feet were stuck in place, so he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

"boom!"

The shadow quickly wrapped around him and bound him tightly.

"Don't mess around!"

Emlyn shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "I am a noble vampire. If you dare to touch me, all the vampires of Backlund will be your enemies!"

Damn it, I've been caught by those lunatics from the Aurora Society.
He thought to himself, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear.

I originally intended to consult Detective Sherlock about the "Fool," but instead, I opened the door to find a shepherd. This guy will definitely herd me, using his Moon's Chosen abilities.
It's a pity about all my treasured dolls.

No, I will rebel, even if it's just for my collection!

Yes! Let's just pray to that "Fool" right here, hoping for a miraculous escape from death.
Just as Emlyn's thoughts were shifting between despair and fervor, he heard the shepherd's calm voice, "You know this fellow?"

He looks like he's having a chat with Detective Sherlock.

"Don't do anything, he's someone I know."

Sherlock answered in this way.

What's going on, Sherlock? You really have a relationship with a shepherd like that?
Emlyn was only confused and puzzled.

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"The land forsaken by God".

The Silver City exploration team arrived at the city's ruins and gradually approached the evil god's temple in the city center. The temple was half-collapsed, but its former glory could still be seen from its exterior.

The inhabitants who persevered in the darkness may have once come here devoutly to pray to the gods. But now, this place has been completely reduced to ruins. The temple entrance is deep and dark, seemingly exuding an indescribable aura of terror.

Led by Chief Colin Iliad, Derrick and the other team members carefully searched the temple. They saw filthy "scalp mushrooms," "finger fruits," and strange murals.

The mural depicts the true Creator, hanging upside down on a pure white cross, bearing the sins and calamities of the world for humanity, while seven twisted evil gods watch from the sidelines, seemingly ready to destroy the world at any moment.

It's a complete lie.
Derrick thought to himself as he looked at the mural.

Besides this mural, another one that left a deep impression on him was a group of pilgrims. Guided by an angel with silver hair, they crossed mountains and walked into the depths of the dark earth.

At the feet of that angel, there was a river that flowed from one end to the other.

—And in the corner of that mural, the words “Redemption Rose” were written, words he had seen before.

As the exploration deepened, the team arrived at the heart of the temple, where they found a statue of the true creator with open eyes, and behind the statue was a crying little boy.

Unfortunately, the little boy had gone mad and depraved, and the chief rushed forward and ended his life with his sword.

Derrick opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of a campfire in the camp.

He had completely forgotten what had happened before, as if the exploration had restarted at this point in time, and his mind was filled only with worry and anticipation for this exploration.

"Depart after 50 lightning strikes."

Chief Colin Iliad spoke to them solemnly.

(End of this chapter)