A Grazing Target

"Knock knock knock!"

A sudden, loud knocking sounded, echoing loudly in the quiet night.

Who?

In the middle of the night, is it the enemy?

Luther's eyes narrowed, and he stood up from the sofa. He saw his sister also come out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in a reverse grip.

Subtly placed on the inside of the wrist, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"What happens?"

The landlady Emily, peeked out from the bedroom and asked with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"Don't come out."

Luther said briefly and strode to the porch.

The "Shepherd's Potion" within him had no effect; the person behind the door was either an ordinary person or a powerful, extraordinary individual skilled in concealment...

Thinking this, he walked to the door.

"Who?"

Luther asked, while simultaneously opening his ears to Listening intently to the sounds behind the door. He immediately noticed seven or eight breathing sounds from the other side, some of which sounded very heavy, as if they had just finished strenuous exercise, while the others were somewhat rapid and disordered, seemingly indicating weakness.

He doesn't seem to be a dangerous or powerful individual.

Luther had some guesses.

"Mr. Anderson, it's me."

Sure enough, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind the door; it was none other than Ciel, the gang leader I had met a few days ago.

Door Opening, his scarred face came into view. At the same time, several people behind him also came into Luther's sight. These people all had wounds, more or less, covered in blood; the most pitiful were the ones being carried on their backs, their Consciousness blurred.

Blood dripped from their bodies, quickly pooling on the ground.

"As agreed before, I've come to ask for your help."

"That's what Ciel said."

"Come in."

Without a word, Luther made way for them, and they hurriedly entered the Apartment, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

Emily stared at the Flesh and mangled bodies, covering her mouth in horror. Luther and her sister gestured for her to take the girl away so she wouldn't be frightened.

Which one is the most serious?

He asked.

"It's Tom! My best brother!"

A burly man exclaimed excitedly, his torn shirt revealing a thick layer of hair, "Save him! He's dying!"

Following his gaze, Luther saw that the guy called Tom was a small man with a piece of cardboard stuck in his chest, blood oozing from the wound and from his mouth.

"Gurgle..."

Blood was bubbling from his mouth, indicating a possible lung injury.

Such injuries, affecting internal organs, are extremely difficult to treat even at the best hospitals in Backlund; any later, and...

This guy might die from suffocation.

Tom's face was slowly turning ashen.

"Hang in there, bro!"

"The burly man shouted."

"Alright, get out of the way."

Luther pushed the burly man aside, stepped forward to examine him, and confirmed that the man only had this one wound. He pressed on the wound and slowly pulled out the slip of paper, activating the Rose Bishop's Flesh and Blood Magic ability.

"Cough cough..."

The pain from pulling the paper jolted the little guy, and he struggled to cough.

"Someone, hold him down."

Luther said that after the others held his hands and feet down, he continued to pull out the slips of paper, while simultaneously activating Flesh and Blood Magic to heal his injured lungs.

After a commotion, little Tom's wound healed; he coughed up some blood and his breathing became easier.

Finally, he even sat up on his own.

I'm all better?

He looked down at his chest and said in disbelief.

"You're alright, bro!"

The big guy said excitedly, and the others looked happy too.

Luther ignored the group and instead looked down at the note.

This is an Intis- style poem sheet, on which is written a classic love poem "created" by Emperor Roselle in beautiful cursive script:

If you were a tear in my eye

In order not to lose you,

I will never cry.

No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary piece of paper.

But why did this piece of paper become so sharp, even capable of piercing a person's body?

It could only be someone extraordinary.

Luther glanced up at Ciel, noticing that he didn't seem relieved at the rescue of his men. On the contrary, his brow was tightly furrowed, as if he were worried about something.

The injuries to the others weren't as serious, but upon closer inspection, they were still strange. Besides the cuts made by similar strips of paper, there were also wounds that looked like bullet holes. But strangely, although the wounds didn't penetrate, the bullets disappeared after causing the injuries, as if they had been hit by bullets made of air.

Luther treated them one by one, healing all their injuries. Looking at their intact skin, the group of thugs were shocked and frightened, and their eyes showed more awe towards Luther.

This ability, which was beyond their comprehension, completely overturned their understanding.

After treating his injury, Luther didn't rest. He cut his finger, dripped a drop of his own blood onto the bloodstains on the ground. The blood quickly began to move on its own, gathering into a liquid ball, which Luther picked up and threw into the sink.

This peculiar ability to control blood made them even more frightened.

Ciel observed Luther's behavior, seemingly lost in thought.

"Healing one critically injured person costs 10 pounds, two seriously injured people cost 5 pounds, and four slightly injured people cost 5 pounds... In total, it will cost you 20 pounds."

Is that too much to ask?

After throwing away his things, Luther walked up to Ciel and opened his palm.

"Of course not, you should say thank you very much."

Ciel quickly regained his composure, smiled at Luther, and spoke in a tone so polite it didn't sound like that of a gangster. He took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out two bills from a wad of cash, and handed them to Luther.

All those £10 bills... Are gangsters that rich?

Luther glanced at his wallet, took the banknotes, and was about to stuff them into his pocket when he realized that the straitjacket had no pockets, so he had to leave them on the table.

"Speaking of which, what happened?"

He casually picked up the note on the table and asked Ciel, "Have you messed with some dangerous person?"

It seems that Ciel's Lyman Gang has been attacked by extraordinary individuals.

"Something unexpected happened."

Ciel said briefly, a wry smile on his face.

He looked at Luther, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Anderson, would you be interested in helping us?"

"I'm already helping you."

Luther pretended to be stupid.

He already guessed what the other party was going to say; they probably wanted him to help fight against the extraordinary beings who were attacking them.

"It's not just about this aspect..."

Ciel said, "I mean, you also possess extraordinary abilities. I wonder if your abilities are enough to contend with that enemy? If you can help us, we are willing to pay a substantial reward!"

"... Tell me the specifics of the situation first, and then I'll consider it."

Luther glanced at him, seemingly tempted, but did not immediately agree.

The extraordinary being who inflicted damage on these guys seems to be a skilled fighter, a good prospect for Grazing. If I can catch him, maybe my first Lamb will be ready.