Strange Murmurs

"We're being followed."

"Luther said to Audrey."

He saw the blonde girl opposite him pause for a moment, then look at him with anticipation. "Are you sure?"

"That's right, and the other party is an extraordinary being."

The Shepherd Spirituality within Luther was issuing a warning, telling him that Lamb was approaching; "The fish must have taken the bait."

Looking out the carriage window, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But his Potion intuition quickly pinpointed their target: an inconspicuous black carriage, the kind that would easily be overlooked, was leisurely following behind them.

Is that guy?

The first person Luther thought of was Sequence 6, who was hiding in a corner of the party, since he was the most suspicious person as the organizer.

What are your plans to do?

"Luther asked Audrey."

"Deal with?"

Audrey didn't understand what he meant.

"Yes."

Luther said frankly, "Do you need me to help you capture him and then interrogate him properly? I have some methods; he shouldn't be able to hold out for long before he confesses everything..."

"No need."

Audrey quickly stopped her, "Mr. Anderson, your method is too extreme! I plan to pretend to be interested in the 'Spectator' Pathway, let them come to me, and then join in naturally. This way, I can achieve my goal more naturally."

"Okay, alright then."

Luther said indifferently. Since the employer disagreed, he had no choice but to give up. Anyway, as long as he could contact the Psychology Alchemists, that would be fine.

Hopefully, those people will be more friendly; after all, I don't have a very good impression of this Pathway... Recalling the red-haired, golden-eyed woman, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

"Brother, sneak into my shadow and rest for a while."

His younger sister, who was next to him, seemed to sense that something was wrong with him and gently pressed the back of his hand, speaking softly.

"Hmm, we're almost at the Earl; I should hide now."

Luther nodded, turned into a shadow, and disappeared into the carriage.

The carriage followed them at a distance, and only left quietly after confirming that their address was Earl Hall’s residence.

She's incredibly bold to let the other party discover her background so readily. Perhaps it's because her family is powerful enough that she doesn't need to worry about being targeted and persecuted—they'd be too busy trying to curry favor with her.

Luther thought to himself.

"Great, all my efforts over this period of time haven't been in vain."

Audrey smiled and then said to them, "I'm attending an important banquet tomorrow, and I hope you can serve as my bodyguards."

Finally, some more ordinary guard missions...

"Can."

Luther Zedao.

"Brother, should we catch up with that guy and let him Grazing?"

Upon leaving Earl Hall's mansion, Luther heard his sister's advice.

"Not needed for now."

He shook his head.

Now that the Psychology Alchemists has its eye on Audrey Hall, finding them will be much easier; we can deal with it when the time comes.

They hired a carriage and left from Empress Borough. The driver shook his head repeatedly after hearing that their destination was the East Borough, but eventually offered to reduce the fare and agreed that they would only stop outside the East Borough and not go in.

The Empress Borough driver explained that it wasn't just because the East Borough was dangerous, but more importantly, he needed to clean his wheels after each trip there. Otherwise, customers wouldn't want to get in his dirty car, and the police would cause him trouble.

I never imagined that even rickshaw drivers could be prejudiced against people from certain regions...

Luther muttered to himself as he and his sister boarded the carriage.

"By the way, Cecilia, what do you think of Miss Audrey?"

As he watched the plane trees of Intis speeding past outside, he suddenly remembered something.

"Miss Audrey? What, brother, are you planning to pursue her?"

The black-haired girl looked up and stared at him with her blue eyes, asking a question.

"What's on your mind.."

Luther was taken aback, then said helplessly, "I was asking what you think of her dresses... In the few days we've spent with her, I haven't seen her wear the same dress twice. So, do you like any of her dresses, the style or the color? I'll go buy one for you."

"No, right?"

The blue-eyed girl thought for a moment and said, "Besides, I think we probably can't buy Miss Audrey's dress... She must have hired a designer to come to her home and have it custom-made."

Even so, you should still buy some new clothes.

Luther advised.

He felt his sister was just as beautiful as Audrey. The only problem was that, for her own convenience, she had been wearing ordinary slum clothes lately, which was a complete waste of her pretty face.

"Ah!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Catch him!"

The two were chatting when they suddenly heard shouts coming from outside.

Through the car window, he saw several policemen running furiously out of the smoke-filled police station, cursing angrily. A short man ran quickly ahead of them, occasionally turning back to smirk at the policemen with a mocking grin.

His movements were exceptionally agile, moving freely through the crowd, making him appear extraordinary.

People on the street saw the scene, but no one helped the police; instead, they watched the spectacle with amusement. This alone shows how bad the police's reputation is in Backlund.

Hmm, this street, this police station... it seems like a task assigned by the Queen.

Luther recalled briefly.

Not only at this police station, but he had also witnessed many unexpected incidents on the streets in the past few days, all of which had caused some trouble for the Order in Backlund and kept some people busy dealing with them.

Are those locations related to MI9's deployment?

Luther thought to himself, "Judging from this, the Queen may be about to take action soon."

Back at my rented place, I pushed open the door and saw my landlady Emily, reading at the table.

"Why are you back so early this afternoon?"

Luther was somewhat surprised.

As is customary, although the school is closed at noon, she usually chooses to rest at school because commuting is inconvenient.

"There's something going on at school today, so we'll only have half a day of classes."

Emily looked upset. "The school's water system suddenly broke down, the pipes burst, and we can't get into the school building. Has anyone been hurt?"

"I heard from classmates that one of the Teacher slipped and broke his leg," Emily recalled. "Everyone was quite happy because that Teacher was usually fierce and liked to criticize people. But for some reason, he was very intimidating, and no one dared to talk back to him..."

It seems there's no doubt it's someone from MI9.

Luther nodded.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it then. I'll just have to spend the afternoon at home..."

He smiled and offered words of comfort, then his expression suddenly changed slightly.

Behind Emily, a figure she hadn't seen in a long time appeared—Ms. Ms. M, with red hair and golden eyes, calmly looked at him, then reached out and covered her ears.

Why are you out again?

Luther Ze wanted to curse, but he quickly noticed her covering her ears.

What is this supposed to be, a reminder to myself?

He hesitated for a second, then deliberately summoned the Phantom Tide within his mind. Immediately afterward, the voice of the True Creator rang in his ears. Madness, Degeneration... but also something different.

There seemed to be some kind of message in those Distortion words.

Upon hearing the voice, Luther's flesh Flesh seemed to react. After a moment's thought, he stretched out his finger and snapped it off with a "crack".