Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 494 Not Elaine
Of course, the "lucky wheel" also has negative effects.

The negative effect of the "Wheel of Fortune" is that the wielder will also suffer misfortune after using the "Misfortune" ability. However, this misfortune is delayed and of lower intensity. It can only be said that the "Life School" does indeed have the means to upgrade this weapon without aggravating its negative effects.

Lu Ze glanced at the corpses on the ground again, and after confirming that no one had been left alive, he walked to the deepest part of the cell.

"Roy King?"

He sensed the extraordinary aura emanating from them and tentatively called out.

"Cough cough."

The person inside slowly walked in. Just as depicted in the portrait provided by the fat pharmacist Darkwell, he looked quite young, wore framed glasses, and appeared refined.

Roy King.

"Who are you.?"

The extraordinary individual, who was at least sixty years old, asked hesitantly.

“Congressman Rachaud of the School of Life sent me to you,” Luzer said, slicing through the fence with a wave of his arm. “Where’s the die?”

"The dice should be in the governor's safe."

Roy King noticed the "Mercury Serpent" mark on his revolver and relaxed slightly. "I overheard the guards chatting."

"it is good."

Time was of the essence, so Lu Ze didn't waste any words. He reached out and pulled the other man out of the cell, instantly healing his injuries with flesh magic, and said simply, "Come with me."

As a "pharmacist," Roy King clearly felt his body being healed, and he also clearly felt that what was healing him was some kind of purely evil flesh-and-blood power. He flinched, but in the end, he stepped onto the slippery floor and followed Luzer's footsteps.

Lu Ze walked out of the dungeon, the shadow beneath his feet spreading out and flowing like water into each cell.

"Crack!"

The prison locks were ripped open by an unseen force, and the prisoners' bodies were healed. Their eyes glowed gold as they stood motionless, under a hypnotic spell. Although Luze had saved them, he didn't want them to escape now, lest they attract attention.

The two moved quickly, using "psychological invisibility" to break into the main building of the governor's mansion. Through interrogation of a captured guard, they confirmed the governor's study and found the safe he had hidden behind a painting.

"brush!"

The dark, ethereal blade easily sliced ​​through the thick safe's outer shell, revealing its contents. Inside were piles of gold bars, documents, and jewels, glittering in the sunlight.

"This is it!"

Roy King wasn't attracted to the treasure at all. He searched diligently and finally found a dusty ring box in the corner of the safe. Inside the lid was a milky-white six-sided die with a 4 facing up.

"It didn't wake up, thankfully."

Roy King breathed a sigh of relief, carefully closed the lid, and tucked it into his pocket.

But Lu Ze wasn't so polite. The shadow beneath his feet spread out and instantly swallowed all the valuables in the safe.

"Walk."

He said in a deep voice, leading Roy King to the hideout of "Red Elaine".

So far, everything has gone smoothly. While the governor's mansion is heavily fortified, that's only effective against ordinary people and low-sequence extraordinary beings. He is, after all, a Sequence 4 demigod, so these defenses are naturally ineffective. The only thing that can affect him is another demigod.

It's just a guest room, it can't possibly be more dangerous than a dungeon, right?

Lu Ze thought to himself as he arrived at the second floor of the governor's mansion's back hall and pushed open the door.

"crunch-"

"Who?"

Upon hearing the door open, the red-haired woman inside turned around, her gaze meeting Lu Ze's.

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.

Meanwhile, on the high seas. "Boom!"

"boom!"

The sea surged, two dark waves of opposing directions colliding. Beneath the leaden sky, lightning transformed into a dense jungle, weaving a poem of destruction in the air.

The aquatic animals trembled, sensing the two imposing kings locked in a power struggle.

Arne Cortman's slender figure hovered between the waves and the sky, surrounded by lightning that seemed to submit to him. His gaze searched the clouds, as if trying to find the source of another aura.

"Aquaman's power is truly formidable."

Klein gripped the "Scepter of Poseidon," muttering to himself. Even through the gray mist, that Sequence 3 seemed so difficult to withstand. Fortunately, his true form wasn't present; he was merely using the scepter to project its power remotely.

"My spiritual energy is quite depleted, but I should be able to hold on for a while. I wonder how Lu Ze is doing?"

He even had time to mutter to himself.

But just then, a special spot of light on the bone scepter lit up.

"Ok?"

Klein discovered the point of light, which he had specifically marked as belonging to a believer of significant importance.

Karat, the leader of the resistance on Blue Mountain Island, was the one who reported the intelligence about "Red-Haired Elaine." At this crucial moment, he actually took the initiative to pray, as if he had some important intelligence to convey.

Does he have new information?
Klein spread his spirituality and touched the point of light.

Soon, an image of a praying man appeared before his eyes: a bald, fierce-looking man in a wheelchair, his head bowed, his voice trembling, saying:
“Great Sea God, we’ve made a mistake. Red-haired Elaine isn’t in the Governor’s Mansion. She’s hiding in the Intis Embassy in Bayam!”

"The red-haired woman in the governor's mansion is someone else!"

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.

When Lu Ze saw the red-haired woman's face clearly, he was slightly stunned.

Why is it her?

How could it be her?
The governor's mansion's guest rooms were lavishly decorated, highlighting the woman's striking and elegant face. She had vibrant red hair and an air of authority. She was clearly not the so-called "Red-haired Elaine," but someone else Luze knew.

Sofia Einhorn!
The third princess of Fussac!

"you"

Sofia's expression turned to surprise when she saw him. Luze, now sporting the face of "Alexander Gascoigne," was completely different from the one she knew. He recognized her, but she didn't realize he was an old acquaintance.

"Blood cultivator!"

She called out softly.

Luze had assumed Sofia Einhorn would be terrified by his infamy. But to his surprise, after a brief moment of astonishment, she beamed and rose from her chair.

"Please help me! I'm willing to pay a reward!"

She said eagerly.

what?
Lu Ze was somewhat surprised by his request. He frowned slightly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Get me out of here!"

Sofia said, "I'm trapped by them!"

Trapped?
Luzer suddenly had a bad feeling. He quickly turned around and pulled Roy King aside.

"boom!"

The next moment, a powerful gust of wind suddenly tore the door apart!

(End of this chapter)