Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 516 The Pursuit of the Aurora Society
Lightning flashed intermittently in the sky, illuminating the cursed land and the hastily erected camp on the outskirts of town that afternoon. Patrols carrying lanterns passed by the camp, while inside the tents, most of the exploration team members were already resting.

Lovia quietly watched Derrick, who was "sleeping".

Her head was only half-exposed in the shadows, her face expressionless, appearing eerie and terrifying in the dim light. If Derrick were to open his eyes at that moment, he would surely be terrified.

"Swipe."

Lovia's body slowly rose, as if being pulled little by little from the mud. The room was extremely quiet, with only the rustling sound of her deep purple robes rubbing together.

She tilted her head, her eyes fixed on Derrick.

Derrick remained peacefully with his eyes closed, completely unaware of his predicament.

Lovia extended her fair hand and slowly reached out to Derrick.
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.

"So, does that mean Elder Lovia would take advantage of the time when my consciousness arrived here to harm me?"

[Sun] Derrick quickly understood [The Hanged Man]'s meaning, and his expression gradually became uneasy. Although only his consciousness had reached above the gray fog, he still felt a tightness in his neck and difficulty breathing, as if the threat of death had already descended upon him.

No, what's more dangerous is that she might use my discovery above the gray fog to reveal the information here to the "Fallen Creator," which would then be detrimental to Mr. Fool!
Derrick was utterly terrified.

The crowd above the gray fog was also affected by his emotions, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.

"Mr. Fool!"

[Sun] Derrick immediately stood up and said to the tall figure at the head of the table:

Please take me...

"wrong."

The Hanged Man suddenly spoke again.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he shook his head. "Your chief will not allow such a thing to happen."

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.

"stop."

Just as Lovia's hand was about to touch Derrick, a calm voice suddenly rang out. Colin Iliad, the chief of Silver City, appeared in the tent at some unknown time, his twin swords gleaming strangely under the lamplight.

"I just wanted to make sure he was really asleep,"

Lovia maintained her outstretched hand gesture, her voice soft, "Or have you entered some kind of peculiar state? Chief, aren't you curious?"

"leave here."

However, Colin's voice was incredibly cold and decisive.

Lovia withdrew her hand and suddenly smiled softly.

“I’d forgotten. With your cautious nature, you must have investigated him thoroughly long ago. You should have discovered anything unusual about him by now,” she said, her face contorting slightly as if she were enduring some kind of torment. “But Chief, how much time do you think Silver City has left? Don’t you really want to…?”

"I said, leave here."

Colin repeated once more firmly, his voice carrying a hint of danger.

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Lovia fell silent and turned to look at him.

Her fair skin began to tear and split open, revealing muscles and blood vessels severed in two, as if some invisible blade were slicing through her body. Blood dripped from her ears, the drops falling to the ground and quickly merging into her shadow.

Lovia's body dissolved and vanished into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

Colin Iliad didn't sheathe his blade until she had completely disappeared. He gave Derrick a deep look, opened the tent flap, and went outside.

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.

Above the gray fog.

“However, even if your chief can restrain Lovia, you should still be more careful in the future,” Alger the Hanged Man said. “After you go back, try not to act strangely, otherwise it will give her more reason to speculate.”

"For the sake of Silver City's future, you must be vigilant."

Alger has mastered the rhetoric to deal with the "Sun".

The safety of the Sun is of paramount importance, as it could mean losing a vital source of information and access to the extraordinary world. Alger is determined to protect him as much as possible.

"Mr. Hanged Man, thank you for your reminder."

Derrick said gratefully, feeling even more that the other person was a really good person.

"When you get back, help me find out more about that shepherd's life."

Lu Ze also said that he was starting to become interested in this elder of Silver City.

"Is there anyone else who wants to share something?"

"Justice," Audrey asked, looking around at the crowd.

"Um, well, there's something I need to tell you."

[The Magician] Fors hesitated for a moment, but finally raised his hand.

"Mr. Temperance, there's something I need to tell you. A new Aurora Order messenger has arrived in Backlund, calling himself Mr. X, whose real name is Louis Wayne. I want to hire you to kill him. How much would you like to pay?"

That Mr. X is an enemy of her teacher's family, and the rebellion he participated in caused great harm to their family. In order to repay her teacher, she is willing to pay a price. However, hiring a demigod is still too extravagant, and she hopes that Mr. Temperance will try to offer a lower price for the sake of everyone being in the same organization.

Aurora Viewing.
Lu Ze was momentarily dazed, then his eyes gradually turned cold.

Very well, I had only been gone from Backlund for a short time and these bastards were back again. They're like rats in the gutter, like mold in a damp house, impossible to clean up no matter what.

"You don't need to pay."

After regaining his senses, Lu Ze sneered, "Not only will you not have to spend any money, but I will also thank you for providing me with information about that bunch of trash. As for the spoils of war after the mission is accomplished, I will give you ten percent."

He had not forgotten the vow of revenge he had made; he would kill all the bastards in the Aurora Society, along with the evil god at the top.

"Ah, actually, it's not necessary, thank you."

Fors waved her hand in a fluster. She had intended to refuse, but after meeting Lu Ze's gaze, she didn't dare to argue and had no choice but to accept it obediently.

"However, I am currently at sea and cannot go to Backlund for the time being. You can help me gather intelligence first."

Lu Ze said, glancing around at everyone, "Gentlemen, if you encounter any members of the Aurora Society or any related clues at any time, you can contact me. I am willing to wipe them out and share the spoils with you."

This guy is really going to fight the Aurora Club to the death!
[The Hanged Man] Alger glanced at Luze secretly, then joined the others in indicating that he understood.

After that, no one else wanted to share any more information, so after the Fool announced that it was time to stop, everyone bowed and the gathering ended.

Back in reality, "Admiral" Cattleya awoke in her captain's cabin. She stood there for a moment, considering, before finally unfolding a letter and writing a line:

Someone is seeking the potion recipe for Sequence 3 of the Mystic Path.

(End of this chapter)