Vampire and Werewolf
Luther had no idea what the [Sun] was going through at that moment. He spent some time clearing up the misunderstanding with the Vampire who had come to visit Klein.
--At least that's how it appears on the surface.
Emlyn, a normal "Shepherd" who doesn't believe in evil gods, is actually skeptical about whether it's real or fake, but fearing that the other party Grazing him, he can only cooperate and say that he believes.
"I didn't expect the Apothecary Pathway's Sequence 7 to be called Vampire."
Luther said with a hint of interest.
There are even Vampire, I wonder if there will be Werewolf too?
"They're Sanguine! Noble Sanguine! Unlike those imposters!"
Emlyn's voice rose for a moment, and he jumped up from the sofa, but after meeting Luther's calm gaze, he obediently sat back down.
"Restrain yourself, don't provoke this dangerous guy," he told himself, sitting still and letting the other man's scrutinizing gaze look at him.
Um.
Luther looked at Emlyn, lost in thought.
He had just remembered something: after Darkwill left, the neighborhood was lacking a proper doctor. Although he could use Flesh and Blood Magic, he was somewhat inadequate when it came to treating various diseases that were not caused by external injuries.
Moreover, those who achieve extraordinary status through the "Apothecary" Pathway are far superior to ordinary doctors.
Are you interested in making house calls?
Luther asked.
"What?"
Emlyn was taken aback.
"To be specific, it's about coming to a certain street in the East Borough every now and then to treat people. As for payment, I can pay you cash, or things from the extraordinary realm," Luther said.
"East Borough. Providing medical treatment for the poor?"
"Yes, I took in some homeless people there; they sometimes have medical needs."
Luther Zedao.
Emlyn grew increasingly puzzled, finding it hard to believe his ears. The connection between "Shepherd" and "helping the poor" seemed like a complete fantasy to someone as familiar with the extraordinary world as he was.
Could this guy really be a good Shepherd?
An absurd thought flashed through Emlyn's mind for a moment, but he forcibly suppressed it.
We must remain vigilant.
"That is indeed a very attractive idea, but I am usually busy with other things, so please give me some time to think about it."
That's how he answered.
"Can."
Luther glanced at Klein beside him Consciousness and answered casually. Anyway, Klein knew this Vampire, so if he dared not come, he would go to him himself.
"Okay, I have something to do, so I'll be going now."
He stood up and straightened his blood-red robe. "You two, please continue."
Emlyn originally sought out Sherlock for advice, but due to his own actions, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
"Call"
Emlyn finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Klein send away the dreadful Shepherd.
"Sherlock, do you know how dangerous that person was?!"
After the great Detective saw the guests off and returned to his seat, he couldn't help but complain.
"I know, don't worry."
Klein chuckled, then quickly changed the subject, "By the way, what exactly did you want to consult me about? The consultation fee 1 Pound, and there will be an extra charge for more than an hour."
Emlyn then remembered his original purpose, because the shock he had just experienced was simply too great.
He hesitated for a moment before carefully speaking:
"This matter concerns that [Fool]."
"Ah?"
Klein nearly picked his ear with his hand.
As darkness fell, Kance Leerhsen arrived in the East Borough.
He had changed into ordinary worker's clothes, and with the dim lighting, he looked no different from any other resident of the East Borough.
"Stay calm and keep moving forward."
Following MI9's infiltration guidelines, he feigned nonchalance and advanced toward the area effectively controlled by the Lyman Gang.
After a period of internal struggle, Cons decided to defy Captain Levi's orders and come to investigate that strange neighborhood. This wasn't because he was particularly loyal to the Ninth Bureau, but simply because he wanted to earn merit.
Because he desperately needed this.
His biggest obstacle— Prince Edessak— had given up on pursuing Audrey, giving him (probably) more opportunities. Cons felt that if he wanted to take their relationship to the next level, he had to work hard to improve himself and become someone worthy of this young lady.
I'm sorry, Mr. Levi
Cons apologized to his captain in his heart, and continued walking, gradually approaching the Lyman Gang's neighborhood.
Darkness had fallen, but the streets were brightly lit.
If someone were standing high above looking down at Backlund right now, they would see a stark contrast in the night-shrouded landscape. The Empress Borough and North Borough are brightly lit, like fireballs burning on the earth; while the two largest areas, Backlund Bridge Borough and East Borough, are only dotted with the Star lights—those are the bars, entertainment venues, and other establishments that stay open all night.
But now, a small glimmer of light has appeared in the dark heart of the East Borough. Like a fragile bubble, it floats and shimmers.
From a distance, Cons saw two men who looked like gangsters standing at the street corner, their weapons clearly visible at their waists. Everyone who reached the corner took out a wooden sign and showed it to the other before being allowed to pass.
Several guys without badges who tried to sneak in were spotted by two gang members, punched a few times, and driven away.
Cons was taken aback.
He sensed the absurdity.
What's this?
Last time he and Levi came in directly, but now there's an additional identity verification procedure!
He didn't prepare any of these!
What to do.
Cons thought anxiously to himself.
Should we just go back like this and wait until we're ready before infiltrating again?
No, Group One is also investigating. If we miss today, they might find this place before me. We have to hurry!
Just then, he noticed a steady stream of people gathering from the street and walking through the intersection. From their casual conversation, he learned that they had just finished get off work and were heading home for dinner.
Do all the people in this neighborhood work at the same factory?
As a nobleman, Cons was unaware of the workers' schedules and lives, but that didn't stop him from walking against the flow of people to a distance.
He had a new idea and was ready to try a different approach. Since he couldn't get into the neighborhood, he would sneak into the factory and investigate; perhaps he could make a different discovery.
As expected of me, you're so clever!
Cons boasted, head bowed, as he brushed past each worker leaving work.
The smell of sweat and the fluttering veils on these people made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, but he remained calm. The further he walked, the fewer people there were, but fortunately, before losing all clues, he finally found the target factory.
The building was bathed in the Crimson Moonlight.
Suddenly, the moonlight changed, from crimson to deep red.
Crimson Moon has descended.