Seeing Sharron again

After disposing of the Werewolf Tyre's body, Luther left with Old Jack's corpse.

He didn't disturb too many people, and went straight to Ciel's bedroom.

The latter was startled awake from his sleep, and upon opening his eyes, he saw a corpse. The shock he experienced was unimaginable. Even so, he didn't dare to get angry, but instead cooperated with Luther's wishes and accepted the task of burying the dead.

This leader of the Lyman Gang nominally controlled several streets, reaping a stable source of funds and prestige. He had more gang members under his control, and the stable funds made them more loyal to him. But Ciel was a smart man; he knew that all his power came from Luther, and if Luzer didn't want him to be the leader anymore, he could remove him at any time. Of course, it was more likely that he would be eliminated outright.

"Damn Count of Andes!"

After hearing Luther's words, he couldn't help but curse, "If they can't beat us in the market, they resort to underhanded tactics like this!"

Luther frowned.

"Do you know this Earl?"

"Yes, we know each other."

Charles nodded and said, "You mentioned wanting to open a textile factory before, so I did some research and learned about the industry. The Count of Andes also owns a textile factory; in Backlund, his business is the largest."

So it turns out it was just competition between rivals. Count Andes probably wanted to use the werewolves to carry out some covert killings, causing workers to go missing, creating unrest, and disrupting production. Unexpectedly, the red moon appeared, and the werewolves went berserk.

Luther understood some things, but also didn't quite understand some things.

My factory isn't large enough to affect their business, so why would they specifically come looking for trouble?

Do you know where he lives?

"I don't know, but I know the location of their factory."

Charles replied, giving the address of an industrial area. That address will do; with so many people in the factory, surely one or two will know where the Count of Andes lives.

Luther entrusted Old Jack's affairs to Ciel, and then left under cover of night, heading to the location of the textile factory.

He Grazing Mr. A, Mr. A in turn Grazing the Scribe, releasing the Record's "Travel." This triple process required his Spirituality to sustain him, resulting in a significant depletion of his Spirituality. Continuing to act was not a wise choice.

But Luther couldn't stop.

The Lamb's cries still seemed to echo in his ears; the lingering resentment after its death seeped into his soul, igniting a fire of anger that scorched his heart.

He wanted to get justice for his Lamb.

A row of factory buildings came into view, far exceeding the size of the small factory that Luther had bought.

When we arrived, it was nearly midnight, but the factory was still brightly lit. The high-powered gas lamps illuminated the Evernight and disturbed the workers' peace.

A massive Steam powered the entire factory, transmitting power to the belts of every textile machine. Each worker was responsible for six machines, replenishing the materials for the machines that ran out of yarn.

They looked exhausted and numb. The workshop was extremely noisy and as bright as day, yet many people were still drowsy.

At this moment, what woke them up was the overseer's stick and roar.

Using "Psychological Invisibility," Luther moved through the area and quickly located the management section. However, it was already too late; the management had long since left, leaving only empty rooms.

"Who!"

Luther was growing impatient with his lack of results, but his Shepherd's intuition told him that a powerful and extraordinary being was lurking in the office area.

"Come out!"

Because he made a sound, his "Psychological Invisibility" was automatically canceled. Although he couldn't see the other person's specific appearance, he could clearly sense that someone was right around him!

Just as he was about to use some tricks to force the person out, the space in front of him suddenly became hazy, and a figure slowly emerged. It was a woman wearing a black court dress, with light gold hair, blue eyes, and exquisite features, but her face was unusually pale. Her every move made her seem like a doll.

Sharron.

"It's you?"

Luther said in surprise.

The other person was the Sequence 5 Beyonder she met at the Queen's Gathering, with whom she had agreed to team up to explore the "Wraith" of Amon's Cemetery. However, due to her own actions, the two lost contact.

"Haven't seen you for a long time."

Sharron, wearing a small soft hat, floated in the air, lifted her skirt, and bowed slightly to him. Her ethereal voice then echoed around them.

Why are you here?

Luther asked.

At the same time, he became somewhat wary.

Perhaps she was also a member of the Rose School, and was here to protect Count Andes. However, he only had slight doubts; after all, her presence at the Queen's gathering itself proved her reliability to a certain extent.

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Sharron looked at him silently, not speaking immediately. When quiet, she truly looked like a delicate, life-size doll.

Is the reluctance to answer out of caution, or because it concerns their own interests?

Luther stared directly into her azure eyes and said coldly, "My subordinates were attacked by the Rose School of Thought, and I tracked them down here, finding you. If you don't give me an explanation, I can only assume you're an enemy."

"Boom!"

He drew his Magma Longsword, the eerie blue flames illuminating Sharron's exquisite yet lifeless face.

"I do come from the Rose School of Thought, but things aren't as you think."

She finally spoke, "My relationship with those who hurt you and your subordinates is very bad, or rather, we hate each other and are enemies."

"Do you have a grudge against them?"

Luther said.

"We belong to the same Pathway, but we hold different ideologies, leading to conflict and struggle. They glorify indulgence and the unleashing of malice, while we emphasize restraint and preserving our true nature until it erupts," Sharron explained briefly. "To escape persecution, we came to Backlund from the Southern Continent, yet we are still hunted down by them."

"I'm here today because I want to kill them."

The same Sequence.

Luther was somewhat surprised. The difference between Werewolf and Wraith was too great, yet they were still in the same Sequence. If there was anything similar, it was probably that they were both non-human beings. Did that mean this Sequence consisted entirely of similar Monster?

He suddenly understood something.

"You suddenly lost contact before, and you even stopped the planned exploration of the cemetery. Was it because you needed to escape being hunted down?"

Sharron nodded, but not very much.

Luther thought for a moment, then took out the dark green fang from his pocket and showed it to Sharron.

"This Beyonder Characteristic comes from a thin man with very short hair. Do you know him?"

"It should be Tyre, Werewolf of Sequence 7."

Sharron actually knew the Werewolf's name.

"Are these the people from the Rose School of Thought who are hunting you down?"

"Yes, besides him, there's also Jason, the Sequence 6 'Zombie,' Steve, the Sequence 5 'Wraith.'"

Sharron said softly, "The leader was a Sequence 4 Demigod, but he was lured away by the Error clues we left behind and has gone somewhere else."

In other words, the Rose School of Thought currently only has one Sequence 6 and one Sequence 5 in Backlund. On the other hand, they have two Sequence 5, one of whom is a very powerful Shepherd in the same Sequence!