Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 422 Ulorus is a foolish snake
"How can I remove the curse of misfortune brought by the Ouroboros mural?"

After asking the question, Lu Ze kept his head tilted back, waiting for the silver-white giant snake's response.

At first, the giant snake remained motionless.

The communication failed?

Lu Ze couldn't help but think to himself.

But in the next instant, the giant snake suddenly moved. It opened its enormous mouth, aimed its body at Lu Ze, and lunged down!

糟.
Lu Ze had no time to react. In that instant, he only had time to see the structure inside the giant snake's mouth; there were no teeth or tongue, only a sea of ​​blood red. But this blood red only lasted for a moment before being replaced by darkness.

—He was swallowed.

It was warm and dark around me, but strangely, I didn't feel the squeezing sensation of being trapped in a snake's belly.

"Wow, wow, wow."

The sound of flowing water nearby brought a sense of peace to my ears.

After a brief moment of surprise, Lu Ze calmed down. He felt that the other party wouldn't be so hungry as to eat him to satisfy their hunger. There must be another purpose behind their actions.

"Your knowledge of occultism is quite good, and your secret ritual was performed very skillfully."

Sure enough, a voice rang out in the darkness. The voice was rather indistinct, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, or their age.

"Because I used to be a 'secret medium'."

Lu Ze answered cautiously.

He couldn't see the other person's state, but he could vaguely sense the gaze of the mercury serpent; the other person was looking at him.

That day, when they encountered the demon demigod, although He changed the course of the game with "Rotation of Fortune," He also gave Himself a blasphemous card as compensation. This shows that the opponent basically had no obvious malicious intent; at least His attitude was neutral.

“The curse on the mural can be lifted. Go to Oravi Island. Councilor Joreid of the School of Life is there. He can solve it.”

After observing him for a while, the voice spoke slowly.

Life-oriented school!

Lu Ze's heart skipped a beat when he heard a familiar term.

He really was the Speaker of the School of Life, the missing "Mercury Serpent"! The information Sharon provided earlier perfectly matched the current situation! Judging from His words, He still has control over the School of Life, and isn't "missing" as the outside world has spread.
However, he didn't know where the Island of Oravi was, and he didn't plan to leave the ruins of the Gods War anytime soon.

"Your Excellency, is there any way to suppress the misfortune or reduce the intensity of the curse in the short term?" Lu Ze continued to ask. "The person who saw the Ouroboros mural may not last long; his misfortune has already begun to threaten his life."

"I see. I can teach you how to make a talisman."

"Are talismans used to ward off bad luck?"

"No, it brings bad luck."

"what?"

"Use this talisman to actively induce misfortune, release the bad luck, and keep his crisis under control," the other party further explained. "Once every two or three days, there won't be any major problems in the short term."

"This is a good idea."

Lu Ze said sincerely.

As expected of a path of destiny, it even has such a clever solution.

“Ouroboros is a stupid serpent, and his curse is just as foolish,” the Speaker of the Life School cursed. “He deserves to be deceived.”

His tone was very impolite, and it also carried a sense of dissatisfaction with the true Creator's retinue.

傻蛇
Lu Ze was amused by the nickname, and then he felt some information flowing into his mind.

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now."

The other person's voice gradually deepened, "I'm in a crucial developmental stage. Don't contact me unless it's absolutely necessary."

The surrounding darkness and the rushing water disappeared together, and Lu Ze opened his eyes, returning to reality.

On the beach, the two candles had been extinguished, and the holy emblem on his arm had healed, leaving his skin smooth and even, with no trace of the knife wound.

Anderson watched him nervously and expectantly from the side.

"How is it?" "I have a solution, a way to temporarily control the misfortune and a way to completely solve the problem."

Lu Ze's answer delighted him, but after hearing the details, he was somewhat troubled.

"So the result was just that the misfortune was changed to be actively triggered?"

He said.

"It's better than being on edge all the time, not knowing when you'll get into trouble."

Lu Ze recalled the extra information that had appeared in his mind; it was the method for making the "misfortune" talisman.

"The main material is silver, and the one who borrowed power from Him was very careful not to tell me His name."

He thought to himself.

As the angel of destiny, the chairman of the Life School could certainly act as the end point of the ritual, channeling power into the talisman. Perhaps it's because of the restart that His name no longer matches the current one, and He can't simply come up with one for me on the spot.
That's fine, the goddess's power isn't unusable. After all, her name includes the description—Queen of Fear and Misfortune.

Lu Ze muttered to himself, and once again performed the ritual, offering a prayer to the goddess. He skillfully carved marks on the silver sheet, finally completing the talisman.

"Give."

He tossed the talisman to Anderson, "Use this as a substitute until you truly resolve your misfortune."

"it is good."

Anderson examined the pattern carefully before gently putting it in his pocket. Although he said that, when it came to his life, he was still very serious.

This matter is now resolved.

Lu Ze thought to himself, now all he has to do is wait for the Hanged Man to buy the boat for him.

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.

Bayam, the “City of Generosity,” is located in a remote fishing area.

Do you have any sailboats around 20 meters long?

"Alger, who was wearing a mask, asked."

How many people can it carry?

He asked the middle-aged man squatting opposite him, his bare calves and rotten teeth stained yellow from smoking.

About ten people.

Alger thought for a moment and then said, "It's best to make it sturdy and able to withstand the wind and waves."

"Oh, you could have just said it would be used as a pirate ship."

The middle-aged man stood up and led him deeper into the fishing grounds. Inside a cave on the water near the shore, he saw rows of wooden boats lined up side by side.

"We have both brand new and used ones, take a look for yourself."

What's the condition of secondhand items?

Alger asked, carefully examining the rows of ships.

"Some were bombed and sold cheaply, some were replaced when new ships were built, and some had almost all their crew members killed and stopped being pirates. See that red one? That's the most unlucky one. Three newly formed pirate groups bought it cheaply, and they all died. If you want it, I can sell it to you cheaply."

As the boat dealer spoke, he threw his cigarette butt into the water, making a "hissing" sound.

"no need."

Alger glanced at the nearly brand-new, blood-stained bimask and shook his head decisively.

"What about the price?"

"New ones are around £3000, used ones start at £1500, and those with cannons are extra."

"Ah."

Alger nodded.

He is only responsible for relaying information; the final choice depends on his self-control.

(End of this chapter)