Mystery: The Last Shepherd.

Chapter 619 The Discovery of Justice

Chapter 619 The Discovery of Justice

"Old man, have you found anything?"

Leonard suddenly asked.

After leaving the café and saying goodbye to Ms. Daly, he returned to his residence alone. Only after settling into the sofa did he have the opportunity to speak with the entity parasitizing him.

"Cough cough..."

An aged voice then echoed in his mind, saying rather irritably, "You've been getting more and more impolite lately."

"The key is that you haven't done anything that deserves my respect..." Leonard suppressed the urge to retort and simply continued, "So, what do you think of our new senior butler?"

"Are you doubting him?"

"I wouldn't say I doubt it."

Leonard hesitated for a moment, then said, "I just find him very mysterious and want to know more about him."

This Lord Ahab Ishmael became a high deacon without any warning; I had never heard of such a person in the church before. Moreover, his unique temperament and decisive style of doing things left a deep impression on me.

"Besides, didn't you see his fighting style before?"

Leonard continued, "He also said he was quite dangerous..."

Leonard and the other team members couldn't bear to watch the battle between the deacon and the out-of-control demigod, but the old man inside him witnessed the whole thing. According to the old man, although this high-ranking deacon looked like an extraordinary being of the "Night" pathway, he seemed to have used extraordinary items of the Shepherd pathway, making him appear dark, corrupt, and insane.

"hehe..."

The aged voice laughed, "So what? Do you really think the upper echelons of the Church of the Night are all incompetent, foolish enough to allow such a dangerous and suspicious individual to take charge of the Red Gloves?"

"They didn't even notice you inside me..."

Although Leonard felt that what he said made sense, he was still unhappy with his questioning and immediately retorted.

"That's because you're too weak. Focusing too much attention on you is simply not worth it!" the aged voice bluntly retorted. "If you were to get incredibly lucky and become a high-ranking deacon or archbishop of the church, do you think there wouldn't be a more thorough investigation of you?"

"Old man, according to you, he's perfectly fine, right?"

Leonard said.

"Hmph, it's no problem for the church, but it might not be for you."

The aged voice said meaningfully, "When we were in the coffee shop, I could feel that he was observing you... It was a spiritual kind of spying, as if he felt something was wrong with you and wanted to see deeper secrets."

"What?"

Leonard was stunned for a moment, then a chill ran down his spine. "Then..."

"Don't worry, thanks to this old man, he didn't find anything." The old man chuckled in his mind. "But anyway, that person is very dangerous. I suggest you keep your distance from him as much as possible in the future."

"I have a feeling you're still hiding something from me."

Leonard said somewhat unwillingly.

However, the old man ignored him and instead manipulated a ghost in the house to open the mailbox, take out a newspaper, and leisurely read it, refusing Leonard's subsequent series of questions.

Meanwhile, above the gray fog.

"A new figure has recently emerged in the Sunya Sea."

"The Hanged Man," Alger said, "The mad adventurer Gehrman Sparrow has already achieved some remarkable feats, and recently he publicly killed 'Blood General' Señor, further demonstrating his strength."

I already know that. The newspapers in Backlund are all talking about this crazy adventurer... and the tabloids are even gossiping about his ambiguous relationship with two female pirate generals... "The Magician" Fors thought to himself, feeling that if he tried harder, he could probably write something even more interesting.

"According to my information, he recently appeared near Alavi Island and, together with the Blood King's fleet, hunted down some of the Undead King's remnants."

The Hermit added from the side.

Huh? There's something else about that?

Lu Ze thought to himself, Anderson hasn't had a chance to write to me yet.

Please stop talking about me...

Klein wiggled his toes where no one could see him, then manipulated the [World] puppet to look at the [Sun], asking in a hoarse, low voice, "Is your exploration of Afternoon Town still ongoing?"

"Yes."

"It took us a long time to set up camp, and then we worked in small groups, clearing monsters street by street and exploring the ruins. It was slow, but safe enough," Derrick replied.

At this point, he turned to Lu Ze, "Not only that, the chief also specially arranged for people to capture some of the monsters alive, seemingly intending to use them as consumables for Elder Lovia's promotion ceremony."

The ritual clearly stated that it was meant to corrupt ten thousand people. Could monsters even be considered...? Lu Ze didn't know what the Silver City's chief was planning, but he nodded to indicate he understood. "Regarding Lovia, have you found anything out?"

"this..."

[The Sun] Derrick lowered his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed and ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Temperance, I just finished my quarantine a few days ago and rushed to the archives to investigate..."

...But the elders' information is confidential, and I'm not qualified to access it at my level...I plan to try and find out from someone else."

"It's okay."

Lu Ze said calmly, "This isn't a big deal. You can investigate it at your own pace. Also, like I said before, you can tell the chief directly that you can offer a high-sequence recipe from the Warrior Path as a reward."

"OK."

Derrick said, "I'll try to hint at it to the chief when he gets back."

The other members of the Tarot Club looked somewhat strange upon hearing this. They didn't know where Temperance had obtained the high-sequence potion recipe; the chief of Silver City was at least a Sequence 4 demigod, meaning that Temperance possessed at least a Sequence 3 potion recipe!

After a moment of silence above the gray fog, Audrey, the "Justice," spoke.

"Well, I don't know how to say this."

She frowned slightly, her pretty eyebrows furrowing in distress. "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like the atmosphere in the noble circles of Backlund lately is a bit off."

"What's wrong?"

The Hanged Man pressed on with his question.

"I can't say for sure..."

Audrey considered her words carefully, "It's just a few subtle changes... there's been a slight increase in the teasing about Fursack among the gentlemen and ladies."

Although it was almost politically correct for the Loen aristocratic circle to ridicule the Fusaks as northern barbarians and the Intis as promiscuous moral degenerates, she still vaguely felt that something was wrong.

aristocratic circles...

Lu Ze seemed to be deep in thought after hearing this.

The deceased senior deacon seemed to have had dealings with several nobles before.