Klein Again

Old Jack's funeral was held the following afternoon.

He was unfortunate because he was attacked by Werewolf and lost his life; yet he was also Luck because, as a resident of the East Borough and a homeless man without family, he had an entire Flock to mourn him.

"Old Jack has been blessed by the Lord, forgiven by the Lord, and will be granted rest."

In a corner of the public cemetery on the edge of the East Borough, Luther solemnly announced to the crowd after presiding over the funeral Ritual.

The people weren't familiar with Old Jack; they only felt a slight connection as companions. But compared to their slight sadness, their gazes toward Luther were noticeably more grateful.

Your Excellency the Missionary not only provides for our livelihood, but also ensures that we receive a dignified funeral after our death.

Collective activities naturally foster a sense of belonging, especially on significant occasions like birth, aging, illness, and death. When the Flock members Consciousness that they are being treated as human beings by Luther, their sense of identification with Luther naturally increases.

As a result, Luther clearly felt the digestion of the Potion within his body.

It's basically half digested.

He looked at Old Jack's tombstone with some emotion; the latter's death had actually propelled many of his own actions forward, which was truly poignant.

When the Flock saw him like this, they all assumed that His Your Excellency the Missionary was still feeling sentimental.

"Old Jack was really unlucky; he was killed by thieves who broke into the factory. Luckily, His Missionary arrived in Your Excellency and got justice for him."

"I'm a little worried. How about we leave work together from now on?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Mr. Ciel has already used that word again—oh right, he's upgraded security. There are gang members guarding the area now, the thieves definitely won't dare to come!"

The crowd whispered among themselves.

Bandits?

Amidst the crowd, Oliver's youthful face remained calm, unaffected by the atmosphere, as he secretly observed Luther. He instinctively felt that this matter was not so simple.

The funeral was over, the dead were gone, and the living had to go on living. The Flock quickly dispersed, heading to the textile factory on the other side to work. Luther also left the cemetery to meet Sharron at the agreed-upon location.

Backlund Bridge Borough, Bravehearts Bar.

It was afternoon, and business at the bar was so-so. The burly man guarding the door sat listlessly on a barrel of liquor next to the door, ignoring Luther as he passed by, letting him push open the black wooden door and go inside.

The bar was deserted, with only a few idlers. The boxing ring in the center was empty, and behind the bar, the bartender was wiping glasses with a dirty rag.

"What would you like to drink?"

He asked Luther listlessly as he approached.

Luther ignored him, staring intently at the glass in his hand. The surface of the glass reflected a gleam, vaguely revealing Sharron's delicate figure as she reached out and pointed to the passageway on one side of the kitchen.

Sharron probably meant to say, "Let's meet over there."

So Luther changed direction and walked towards the kitchen.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Seeing that he was ignoring him and seemed to be heading to the kitchen, the bartender became anxious and tried to stop him while moving over from behind the bar.

"Go back."

Just as he was chasing after the other person's retreating figure, a phantom woman suddenly appeared before him, smiling, and spoke in a gentle yet undeniable voice.

The bartender stopped abruptly, a look of bewilderment quickly appearing on his face. He obediently turned around and went back to the bar to continue wiping the glasses, seemingly ignoring Luther.

Luther ignored the interruption and continued along the dark corridor next to the kitchen. Sharron's figure appeared in turn on the glass of a clock face, on the surface of kitchen knives, and on doorknobs, eventually leading him to a card room.

The Shepherd's abilities activated, and he sensed two extraordinary beings within, both of lower Sequence.

Upon entering, two men sat in the slightly dark room. One was pale, wearing a white shirt and black vest, with a hint of malice in his eyes. The other wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a beard.

"It's you?"

Luther and Klein saw each other and exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Luther was genuinely surprised, while Klein's surprise seemed somewhat deliberate.

Last night, through the Ritual performed by Luther for [The Fool], Klein learned that the Werewolf came from the Rose School of Thought, and naturally connected them with Sharron.

Actually, Sharron had contacted him a few days ago, hoping he could help her kill the Rose School of Thought's pursuers. Klein had been planning his battle strategy and preparing Beyonder Item these past few days. He originally intended to use this opportunity to digest the "Magician's" Potion, but unexpectedly, he witnessed Luther killing the Werewolf last night.

This morning, Sharron had invited him over, which he had anticipated, guessing that the Rose School of Thought's pursuers had probably already been dealt with by Luther.

"You two know each other?"

Sharron's figure slowly emerged in the card room, her delicate face expressionless, her tone calm, as if she were not asking a question.

"Know."

Luther and Klein exchanged a glance and spoke briefly.

Seeing that he didn't intend to elaborate, Sharron naturally didn't press him for details, but instead introduced him to another man with an extremely pale face.

"This is my companion, Maric."

"Thank you very much for your help."

Maric said gratefully, a flush of excitement rising on his deathly pale face, "That 'Scarlet Lunar Corona' was a great help to me; it freed me from the torment of the Curse."

"No need to thank me, it's just a matter of mutual benefit."

Luther shook his head and looked at Klein, "What are you doing here?"

"He's the Extraordinary I originally planned to invite to the battle, but since the plan was canceled, I felt it necessary to explain to him, so I called him along," Sharron said. "But I didn't expect you two to know each other."

That's exactly it.

Klein smiled wryly; the reward he was about to receive had vanished, and he would have to find other ways to consume the Potion.

Luther was unsure of his thoughts, only slightly surprised, before turning to Sharron a moment later.

Do you know why I'm here today?

"It's for that Fourth Epoch noble cemetery, isn't it?"

Sharron said.

"That's right. Now that the pursuers have been dealt with, we can continue exploring the Fourth Epoch cemetery, right?"

Luther nodded.

He actually had a suspicion that Sharron's previous risky exploration of the cemetery might have been to find some useful Beyonder Item to gain an advantage when pursuers arrived.

Fourth Epoch cemetery?

That Fourth Epoch cemetery with Human Skin Shadow?

So, [Temperance] said that the extraordinary one who went missing was Sharron?

Klein, who was standing nearby, quickly recalled Luther's speech at the Tarot Club and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

It looks like I've found the Main Ingredient for my "Faceless"!

Thank you to our reader, Mr. Yanjiu Shuchong, for the 100 reading coins.