A visiting Beyonder

The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom worships the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and its main influence is concentrated in the three small countries of Lenburg, Segar, and Masin. Most of them love knowledge and admire Wisdom. Apart from discriminating against people with low IQs and those who don't like to use their brains, their behavior and style are generally normal.

Luther and Klein exchanged a glance, both recalling the internal documents of the Church of Evernight.

No wonder he calls himself "The Eye of Wisdom".

His ability to hold gatherings in Backlund and cultivate good relations with the Police Department and official extraordinarys, gaining their semi-public recognition, might lead one to understand him as an agent of the Church of Knowledge in Backlund.

"I did see the reward offer in the newspaper."

Klein recalled the related reports and said.

Because he's been short of money lately, he's become very sensitive to any information related to money.

"Here's the thing," the Eye of Wisdom chuckled. "I originally planned to gather many Detective, including Sherlock, to use our collective Wisdom to figure out how to identify the culprit. But I didn't expect it to be solved before I even began my investigation."

There was a hint of regret in his tone, as if he was lamenting that his Wisdom hadn't been fully utilized before the matter was already over.

"If you leave the body to me to handle, I can hand it over to the authorities in exchange for the 2000 bounty."

He said to the two of them again, "Well, are you interested?"

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What about its internal Characteristic?

"The authorities only care about the results."

What if they ask you for details about the kill?

"Because of my status, they won't investigate too much. Even if there are signs of Flesh and Blood Magic on the corpse, I can claim it came from my extraordinary collection."

Isengard replied that he had already devised a strategy to deal with it.

Luther thought for a moment.

Since he'd already Grazing the demon's Characteristic, the Devil's corpse was dispensable. The fact that the other party had a suitable channel to sell it for profit was entirely a good thing.

"So, how should the bounty be distributed?"

He asked the crucial question.

"I provided the channels, and I also contributed to the fight just now, so 500 pounds is a reasonable amount."

Isengard said cautiously.

Does that mean we'll split the remaining 1500 pounds? That seems reasonable.

Luther turned to Klein, "So, is it acceptable?"

"Huh? Me?"

Klein, who had been envious of Luther making a fortune, was surprised when Luzer asked for his opinion. "I didn't really help much, so you don't need to give me a share, right?"

"Why didn't you help me? You held it off for me."

Luther said, "If you have no objections, I'll give you 500 pounds."

"This."

Klein hesitated. He was indeed short of money, but he felt that even if he were to split the money, he shouldn't get so much.

"Alright, alright, you know I'm not short of money lately."

Luther interrupted the other party, saying that even if they split it like that, he would still have 1,000 cash in his account.

"Alright, it's settled then."

Isengard chuckled, "Once the bounty is successfully paid, I'll contact Sherlock and give him the remaining money."

He could tell there was something between the two, but he didn't ask.

Wisdom is not merely about identifying problems, but also about remaining silent after fully understanding them. Just as Isengard discovered that Luther was a clear-headed Shepherd, but did not delve too deeply into how he did it.

With Klein acting as the intermediary, there was no fear of losing contact between the two. After that, Luther used Blood Fog to interfere with the Divination at the scene, then bid farewell to the two, turned into shadow, and slipped into the night streets, leaving first.

The echoing voices gradually faded away, and Luther finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But what's going on with the True Creator? Why did he suddenly utter such angry words?

He thought to himself as he hurried on his way.

What Luther didn't know was that he wasn't the only one who heard that sound.

Somewhere in Backlund, in a dark room.

The Crimson Moonlight shone through the window, becoming the only source of light in the room.

But the light illuminated a corpse.

A large number of corpses.

Pale corpses were piled up, covering the floor. They were all young women. Without exception, their faces were frozen in an expression of extreme Distortion, and their abdomens bore horrific and hideous wounds.

Someone was humming softly, a lullaby, with their back to them.

"My dear child, can you hear me?"

Bathed in moonlight, Lanevus stroked his swollen belly and asked gently, "Your father is angry."

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins around his temples were densely packed like a black spider web, bulging high.

No one answered, but Lanevus tilted his head slightly, as if Listening something.

After a moment, he laughed helplessly, "My attempt was perfectly reasonable, why are you angry?"

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I don't know if it's blood or a leaking pipe, but there's a continuous dripping sound.

"My dear child, I'm doing this all for your sake. A woman's body is clearly more suited to carrying you."

A flicker of disgust crossed Lanevus's eyes, but his tone grew even gentler, like a mother addressing her child who was being affectionate, "Don't you like these people being your mother?"

"It's unbelievable, why are you so fixated on my body, a man's body, and why won't you let go?"

As he spoke, Lanevus's words were gentle, but the malice in his eyes was so palpable it was almost overflowing.

He tilted his head Listening for a moment, then said helplessly:

"Alright, alright... then let me protect you first, and then continue looking for a better candidate. Perhaps when you meet a more suitable woman, you won't want to stay inside me anymore."

"It's okay, we still have time..."

His voice gradually softened, as if coaxing a child to sleep, and as the child in his arms Dream Infiltration, his tone became even gentler.

Two days later, Luther received £1,540 in cash from Klein. £1,000 of that was the reward for killing the Devil Dog.

The other 540 is the share he received from selling Sequence 8 Beyonder Characteristic. Including the cash he already had, his savings have now exceeded 2,000 pounds.

The cash alone already exceeds the total assets I had in Tingen.

Luther pondered.

However, to be honest, he missed his days in Tingen more than he had been Lunatic, a quack doctor, and Shepherd in the East Borough of Backlund.

Does Klein ever miss the past?

Unfortunately, no one can go back.

<The Sivellaus Yard publicly announced that the Serial Murder Case has been solved!>

Opening the newspaper, the front page headline was about the solved Serial Murder Case. Of course, since they couldn't tell the public about the extraordinary world, the newspaper only said that the murderer was shot dead on the spot, without giving any detailed information about the murderer or the method of the crime.

Perhaps it also serves as a deterrent against Mimic crimes?

Luther thought to himself.

Just then, his ears twitched slightly as he heard two footsteps approaching from outside.

"Knock knock knock!"

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Even from that distance, he sensed the presence of an extraordinary being.

Who is it?

Luther stood up, exchanged a glance with his sister, and then asked loudly. It was morning, and their landlady Emily, had already gone to school, leaving only the two of them in the house.

"Mr. Anderson, it's me, Fors Woll."

A slightly familiar voice sounded weakly.