The Key to Playing a Shepherd

"Sir, I did work as Shepherd before, on a ranch in East Chester County."

The older man Nick, answered humbly.

He didn't seem happy at all when the past was brought up.

How big is your flock of Grazing?

"More than 50 heads"

What do you mainly do when you're Grazing?

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Nick dared not answer, only looking at Luther with confusion and fear. He didn't know what this well-dressed man wanted, asking him, a lowly person, about his daily work. He was worried that if he said the wrong thing, he would displease the other man.

Answer me! Is there something wrong with your ears?

Ciel, standing to the side, said unhappily, his words successfully making the other party even more frightened.

Luther glanced at him calmly, and he immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head, and left the office.

"Alright, don't worry, I didn't mean any harm by contacting you. I'm just curious about the livestock industry," Luther said to Nick, using a little bit of Psychological Suggestion through the Spectator Pathway, which quickly calmed Nick down.

The name of the Potion was key to its digestion, so he simply sought out someone with shepherding experience to ask for their insights.

After being Soothing, Nick, feeling much more relaxed, began to recount his specific work, as Luzer had hoped, under Luther's encouragement: letting the sheep out in the morning, guiding them to fresh pastures, and following and protecting them along the way. Until dusk, he would bring the sheep back before dark and take good care of them, repeating this cycle over and over again.

In addition, attention should be paid to the growth of grass, climate and season, wild animal attacks, etc.

As Luther listened, he extracted key information from it.

Owning, feeding, protecting, and guiding the Flock.

He seemed lost in thought.

If we apply these principles to Acting, we should first establish a sufficient flock of Lamb —that is, believers—and then gradually expand this Flock through continuous "Grazing."

Thank you for your help.

Luther told Nick that he felt he had been inspired. As a thank you, he took out two soli bills and handed them to him.

"Thank you, kind sir!"

Nick accepted the banknotes with great gratitude, his expression one of excitement.

"Oh, right."

Before he left, Luther asked with a hint of curiosity, "Since you were Shepherd before, why did you leave East Chester County to come to Backlund to make a living?"

With the Industrial Revolution led by Roselle, various industries developed rapidly, including the textile industry, which required wool. Logically, his job should have improved accordingly, so why did he go to Backlund?

Upon hearing this, Nick hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "I used to look after a ranch for a viscount. A few years ago, the number of textile mills in Backlund increased, and the viscount wanted to take advantage of the situation to make a fortune, so he insisted on increasing the number of sheep. As a result, the pastures were overgrazed and abandoned."

"Of course, the Viscount didn't think he was at fault. He believed it was all my fault as a servant for not taking good care of the sheep. So, he had his men beat me up and throw me out of the pasture. I used my savings to treat my injuries and wandered all the way to Backlund, where I've been living a life of barely making ends meet ever since."

After he finished speaking, he bowed to the silent Luther, put the banknotes into his pocket, tightly gripped the pocket with his hand through his clothes, and left with his head down.

North Borough, Saint Samuel Cathedral.

A group of people wearing black trench coats and red gloves slowly walked into the underground area.

The man at the head of the group appeared to be in his forties, with soft facial features and slightly long hair at the temples. He wore a distinctive top Top Hat and carried a black cane inlaid with gold, which looked somewhat ostentatious and didn't match his composed appearance.

"Finally back"

Behind the man, Leonard, standing in the crowd, let out a long sigh of relief. His words resonated with many of the team members. This was a "Red Gloves" team specializing in handling dangerous situations, and they had just returned from a grueling field mission.

"Alright, mission accomplished. Everyone, you can all disperse and rest."

The man in the lead smiled and spoke to his teammates.

"Yes, Captain Soest!"

The men in Red Gloves saluted, and then they left in twos and threes, some to rest, others to go out and have some fun.

Leonard declined his teammates' invitation, saying he was tired, and then walked alone towards the Lounge. His hands appeared to be casually in his pockets as he strolled along. In reality, he was clutching a peculiar badge in his hand inside his pocket.

"Old Man, are you really going there?"

He lowered his voice, as if talking to himself, "That place is connected to your enemies, be careful he doesn't follow the clues and find us."

Then, Leonard tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, but he didn't seem to agree much, and he pursed his lips.

"Tch, don't let yourself run away and leave me to get caught."

He lowered his voice as he turned a corner and unexpectedly saw a familiar and beautiful figure across the corridor. It was a young woman in a Purple Robe, with makeup that gave her a mysterious air.

"Miss Daly?"

Leonard asked, both surprised and delighted, and immediately stuffed the badge deeper into his pocket, "What are you doing in Backlund?"

"Long time no see, Leonard."

Daly smiled at him, "I just went to see Old Neil and heard that your team just returned from a mission, so I came to see you. Are you alright?"

"It's alright."

Leonard smiled wryly when he heard her ask that, and then said, "The Red Gloves are more arduous and dangerous than I imagined."

Even so, he had no intention of leaving.

Because he hasn't finished what he needed to do yet.

"Yeah?"

Daly's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she smiled and said, "It's alright, I'll be joining you soon, and maybe I can help you with some of the work."

Leonard was taken aback.

Is she going to join the Red Gloves too?

"Miss Daly, aren't you the captain of the team in Enmat Harbor? If you come to Backlund, what will happen to them?"

He asked eagerly.

Several months have passed, and the situation in Enmat Harbor has largely stabilized.

Daly replied, her voice slightly low, "I've applied to the Cathedral, and they will send an experienced Nighthawks captain to replace me."

It's clear that she's very determined; she's already made all the necessary arrangements and is just waiting for her application to be approved.

"But, however..."

Leonard's mind was a bit muddled. He opened his mouth, "This is too dangerous."

If the captain were still alive, he certainly wouldn't want Miss Daly to make such a choice.

But Daly just looked at him calmly.

"Leonard, just like you, I also have my reasons for staying here."

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Leonard was speechless; he knew what the other person was referring to.

"Let's not talk about that, Leonard. You know, there's been a new incident in Backlund recently."

Seeing this, Daly laughed and changed the subject, "It seems to be a mysterious being called the Fool."