Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 89 Ms. M's Injuries

Was the witch the culprit behind the series of deaths?
Upon hearing this answer from Ms. M, Lu Ze was startled. It wasn't just because he had obtained a clue, but also because he was currently searching for a witch—a crucial material for creating his special artifacts.

Stay calm! Don't let her notice anything amiss!
Lu Ze shouted inwardly, suppressing his inner emotions. On the surface, he merely glanced at Ms. M and repeated with a hint of curiosity, "Witch? I think I've seen it in internal documents, an organization called the 'Witch Cult'."

"The Witch Cult, huh?"

A contemptuous smile appeared on Ms. M's face. "They're nothing but a bunch of twisted, pathetic worms."

Pathetic creature? Something seems off about this sect. But then again, what right do you, a mindless fanatic of an evil god, have to mock others?
Lu Ze thought to himself.

"But how can you be sure it was a witch?"

He remembered the important matter at hand and took the initiative to steer the conversation in that direction.

“This method of spreading curses and taking lives is clearly a trick commonly used by witches.” Ms. M smiled and glanced at him. “The technique is a bit crude; this must have been done by a newcomer who has just been promoted to witch.”

"Witch?"

"Yes, the Assassin's Path Sequence 7 is called 'Witch.' If a man takes a potion of this sequence, he will turn from a man into a woman."

"Uh-huh?"

Lu Ze nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized what Ms. M was talking about and asked in surprise, "You mean, if a man drinks the potion, he will turn into a woman?"

He was so surprised that he almost forgot to pretend for a moment.

"Although it's only a Sequence 7 potion, it does indeed have such amazing effects."

Ms. M said.

This is really
Lu Ze couldn't help but pull out the portrait he had drawn using the ritual, gazing at the beautiful woman in the painting. He found it hard to believe that such a delicate young woman could have been a man before drinking the potion.

"Alright, our topic seems to have strayed a bit. Let's get back to it."

Ms. M picked up a slice of white bread, dipped a knife in butter, and said, "Although I don't know what she's going to do, with so many deaths, she has accumulated a lot of life force and resentment from the dead. We need to find her quickly before she runs out of all that energy."

Lu Ze glanced at Ms. M.

"You're going to stop her plan? You're that kind of person?"

He asked bluntly.

"How can it be."

Ms. M smiled gently, "I just want those resentments; they're excellent materials for the ritual. It would be a waste if she used them up."

As she spoke, she took out the small black bottle again. She had given this bottle to Lu Ze before, so that he could absorb the resentment of the newly deceased.

"Go find the altar, and use it to absorb the energy, just like before."

"Clap."

Before Ms. M could finish speaking, her arm suddenly dislocated from her elbow joint and fell to the ground without warning.

"Clang."

The small black bottle slipped from the hand on the ground and rolled away.

Lu Ze's eyes narrowed.

He saw Ms. M's complete forearm and hand lying on the ground, as white as a plaster statue. The severed arm was fresh and bright red, without a drop of blood.

Ms. M's face darkened briefly before she quickly smiled again. She bent down and picked up her severed arm with her other hand.

Lu Ze lowered his eyes, but his heart was filled with ecstasy.

Sure enough, she was injured!
Moreover, she was severely injured. Even the Shepherd Sequence, renowned for its tenacious vitality, could not withstand the strain and was unable to recover!
Lu Ze recalled the strange sounds he heard from Ms. M the night he drank the "Listener" potion; her body was like a broken doll temporarily glued back together, constantly tearing and repairing itself. With her so badly injured, my chances are even greater!

Lu Ze encouraged himself in his heart.

Just then, he heard Ms. M's gentle voice:
"I've become like this all because of you."

what?
Lu Ze couldn't help but look up and see Ms. M holding the severed arm, her face showing no anger.

"Forehead"

Lu Ze felt a chill run down his spine. He had almost forgotten that it was he who had used a Level 1 sealing artifact to stab Ms. M into the body of the True Creator, triggering an explosion that had left her in this state. But in other words, the fact that she hadn't died after all that meant Ms. M was truly difficult to kill.

However, even if it's difficult to kill, we must kill it. If we can't kill it the first time, we'll kill it again.

"Don't be embarrassed, I'm just stating the facts."

Ms. M said nonchalantly, picking up her severed, white arm and placing it against the cut surface. A moment later, her arm was restored; she could move her fingers and all functions returned to normal.

"On the contrary, I should thank you."

Thank me?

Lu Ze felt that Ms. M's brain seemed to have been blown up.

Ms. M's golden eyes stared intently at him, that same burning gaze returning once more. She smiled, and before Lu Ze could show any aversion, she lowered her head, picked up the small black bottle from the ground, and placed it in Lu Ze's hand.

"Find the altar the witch prepared for me, and collect all the life force and resentment of the dead that she gathered, understand?"

She said it gently but with an unquestionable tone.

"Ok."

Lu Ze nodded.

"As a reward, I will give you some valuable knowledge of the occult, the kind that ordinary extraordinary beings don't usually have access to," Ms. M said, offering him further promises. "Or, it's not impossible that I can help your sister become an extraordinary being."

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.

After putting away the small bottle and having lunch, Lu Ze boarded a trackless carriage and returned to Blackthorn Security Company.

"Lu Ze, have you rested enough? Why are you here again this afternoon?"

In the hall, Klein said in surprise when he saw him.

A madman is urging me on; I can't sleep anymore.

"I'm a bit concerned about the case's progress, so I came to check on things," Lu Ze smiled and asked, "How's it going? Have you found the target yet?"

Hearing him ask this, Klein shook his head. "Not yet, but there aren't many areas left. We'll definitely find it today. Oh right, Leonard said he has a new idea to report to the captain. Do you want to go listen?"

"Okay."

Lu Ze was eager to find the witch as soon as possible, so naturally he wouldn't refuse.

Together they stepped over the partition and into the captain's office, where they saw Dunn comparing two pieces of paper. One of the papers was from Lu Ze, a portrait he had drawn of the suspect; the other was a wanted poster with a photograph of a man. This man had a round face and a shy smile, and didn't seem like someone who could be associated with a wanted poster at all.

Wait a minute, these two paintings seem somewhat similar.

Lu Ze's expression changed slightly. Could it be that this guy is a male-to-female transmigrator?
Moreover, how did Leonard find out?
He glanced at the handsome "Midnight Poet," whose disheveled hair gave him a unique air, but whose attention was now entirely on Dunn across from him.

Dunn looked at the two pieces of paper, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "So... you think these two might be siblings?"

Forehead.
Luze was speechless, noticing a rare look of helplessness on Leonard's face.

(End of this chapter)