The Lord I Believe In Is Silent and Reserved

After cleaning up the mutated rats in the sewers that day, Luther wasn't feeling too well, so the Fat Apothecary Darkwill took him home that night. As a result, Darkwill saw his sister waiting for him at the door and was immediately amazed by her beauty.

"Long time no see, Miss Cecilia, you're still as beautiful as ever..."

He said it with fascination.

"Um... thank you?"

The black-haired girl blinked and tilted her head, puzzled.

"Darkwill, stop talking nonsense and give me what I want."

Seeing Luther staring intently at his sister's face, Luze's voice turned slightly cold. He didn't want Darkwill to have anything to do with his sister, after all Darkwill, that guy was always looking for streetwalkers.

"Cough cough..."

The Fat Apothecary's face twitched violently, and he regained his senses.

"Here you go, everything you wanted is here."

He handed me a paper bag with a curt expression. "Same as before, it has medicines for common ailments in the East Borough. The instructions and dosages are written on the bag. It costs £3 in total."

"Continue preparing the herbs; I'll come back in a few days."

Luther counted out three Coin and slapped them on the table, then picked up the paper bag.

This was a method he devised for his investigation: posing Missionary and providing free medical treatment to the people of the East Borough. After receiving treatment, the poor in the East Borough would become less wary and more willing to share information.

He can treat most minor injuries himself, but he becomes helpless when faced with other illnesses. That's why he sought out Darkwill to help prepare medicine.

Upon arriving in the East Borough, Luther wiped his face, altering his appearance. His sister also put on a hood to cover her face.

The alley they frequented was now crowded with people. Their clothes were tattered and dirty, their faces were full of fatigue and numbness, and many of them had obvious wounds.

"The Missionary Your Excellency arrived!"

Upon seeing him, the poor people immediately became excited.

"Line up first, those with external injuries come in first."

Luther raised his voice.

When he reached the alley entrance, people excitedly and respectfully made way for him. Inside the alley, as was his custom, they had prepared a table and chairs and a treatment space separated by a cloth partition for him.

Several people with obvious external injuries lined up according to the severity of their injuries, and there were bound to be arguments about who should go first. At such times, Luther only needed to give them a brief look, and the invisible pressure would make them behave.

External injuries are the easiest to treat. They are usually caused by workers being injured by Robot in the factory, or by falls, or by being hit by horse-drawn carriages, etc.

Luther treated more than a dozen fingers that had been severed by the Robot, and several arms and legs that had been broken by belts. Of course, he didn't completely cure them; he left some marks on their bodies to prevent the effects from being too obvious and frightening them.

"That's amazing! Thank you so much, Your Excellency Missionary!"

The injured man, clutching his bandaged arm, said with immense gratitude, "I'm willing to convert to your religion. Please tell me, what kind of being is the Lord you worship?"

"The Lord I believe in is silent and noble, and does not wish for me to use favors to coerce others. I will tell you His true name only after you sincerely want to believe in My Lord," Luther casually rambled on. "Alright, now look at this Mirror; it can examine your injuries."

The injured man obediently turned his head and saw a hooded assistant beside the Missionary holding a Mirror. The Mirror was decorated with a gold frame, and inside the mirror... there was an eye?

He stared into her eyes for just a second, then looked blank.

Have there been any missing persons cases around you recently?

Luther asked in a low voice.

"I don't know... the workers' jobs aren't stable, and the work is all scattered..."

"I see."

Luther frowned and thought about it. Indeed, unless you are particularly concerned, this kind of thing is not easy to discover.

"However... I have heard them mention before... that little girls have gotten lost..."

"A girl is missing? Whose daughter is she?"

"Forgot."

Luther was speechless for a moment, and had no choice but to let the other party leave, implying before he left that he should forget about the question he had just asked.

After treating his external injuries, he distributed Darkwill's medicine to several patients with more pronounced symptoms. These patients, too, didn't have any particularly clear clues; they only vaguely recalled someone suddenly disappearing or hearing about children being abducted.

It seems that one or two free clinics are unlikely to provide accurate information; we'll have to come more often in the future.

He thought to himself.

Luther didn't have enough medicine to distribute to everyone, and some people were so ill that even one dose of herbal medicine couldn't cure them. But when he finished his "free clinic," the poor people looked at him with gratitude.

"Your Excellency Missionary, please tell us about the Gospel of the Lord."

They pleaded.

Gospel?

A boon to farts.

If I were to spread that kind of thing to you, you'd probably go crazy on the spot.

Luther thought to himself.

An ordinary Shadow Ascetic would certainly enjoy such a scene, directly spreading a bunch of Degeneration knowledge, with the Potion being digested very quickly.

But Luther hadn't Degeneration to that level of depravity and madness, so he just made up some stories to fool people, and then quickly left with his sister.

Because of his actions, the Potion in his body was not digested, but this only made things clearer for Luther, allowing him to summarize the laws Acting the "Hidden Earth" role:

1. Hiding in the shadows, cultivating in seclusion.

2. Spreading Distortion doctrines leads to Degeneration.

He'll probably have to Acting the "Shadow Ascetic" role one more time before the Potion is fully digested. However, there's still a lot of undigested Potion left... or rather, too much.

Luther thought about it carefully, and because the burden was so heavy, he even felt like laughing.

He remembered that, aside from the Sequence 6 Rose Bishop and the Sequence 5 Shepherd, he still had a little bit of the Sequence 8 Listener Potion left to figure out. But with so many other undigested Potion, that little bit was negligible.

Speaking of which, when I dealt with that "Faceless" last time, I felt that some of the "Rose Bishop" Potion in my body had been digested. What exactly was the reason for that?

Luther analyzed as he walked.

Is it because I made the building resemble a rose...? True Creator wouldn't have such a twisted sense of humor?

Just then, he suddenly looked up.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the road ahead. His keen hearing allowed him to identify two footsteps at the front: one was heavy, while the other was weak. The footsteps following behind were chaotic and disorganized.

But Luther didn't just look up because of the footsteps; it was also because the Shepherd's Characteristic told him that someone extraordinary was approaching.

"Cecilia."

He glanced at his sister, who immediately nodded, pulled up her hood, and disappeared into the shadows of the corner.

He looked in the direction of the footsteps.

He saw a woman with brown curly hair leading a petite girl, stumbling and running out...