Visiting Old Friends

Backlund Bridge Borough, Bravehearts Bar.

In the afternoon, the bar wasn't very lively, with only a few drunkards gathered together making a ruckus.

Luther appeared silently at the street corner, carrying the black cat Luna. The latter, due to her unsteady behavior, actually ran to catch birds and was temporarily Imprisonment by him.

After glancing around the bar, he stepped inside. Under the influence of "Psychological Invisibility," everyone ignored him, and no one gave him a second glance.

Luther came to see Sharron and Maric.

Upon returning to Backlund, he needed to rebuild his social relationships. He had some connection with these two men and they also had important ties to the Rose School of Thought, so he had to meet with them.

He had met the two of them here before. Coming here now, of course, he hoped they were still there.

Fortunately, as soon as he entered, he sensed two faint Spirituality fluctuations. These fluctuations were similar to those of the extraordinary individuals of the Rose School of Thought, but without their ostentation; instead, they appeared restrained and subtle.

It must be them...

Luther thought to himself, then bypassed the front desk and went directly to the card room where the fluctuations were located.

"Knock knock."

Although he could have just gone in, he still observed some etiquette and knocked on the door with his fingers bent.

"... who?"

The Lounge inside was unusually quiet. After a moment, a cold voice, suppressing malice, rang out.

"It's me."

Luther said, reverting to his original voice.

The Lounge immediately fell silent again. But not long after, a gust of cold wind swept through the corridor where Luther was, and then a transparent, ethereal figure passed through the Lounge door and appeared in front of Luther.

This person wore a small hat and a black court dress. With delicate features and a cold demeanor, she was almost like an emotionless doll.

Sharron.

"... Kafka Anderson?"

The Wraith looked Luther up and down, a hint of hesitation flashing in her calm eyes. She called out the pseudonym Luther had left behind.

"It's me."

Luther reached up and wiped his face, restoring it to its original state. "Long time no see. I'm back in Backlund, so I thought I'd say hello... How have you been?"

"Fine."

Sharron answered briefly, turning to push open the door to the Lounge. Although she didn't say much, it wasn't hard to tell from her actions that she was welcoming Luther in.

Luther naturally didn't refuse and followed her into the room.

This is a typical card and board game room, with half-finished cards still on the table, making it look a bit messy.

"Your Excellency, Blood Bishop."

Maric stood there, somewhat reserved when facing Luther.

Did they recognize me? That's not surprising though...

Luther thought to himself.

His wanted poster had already spread throughout the Northern and Southern Continents. The similar appearance in the photo, coupled with the use of Shepherd- related abilities, led the two members of the "Temperance Faction" to quickly conclude that the "Blood Bishop," now the "King of Blood," was none other than Kafka Anderson, with whom they had a connection.

"Um."

Luther nodded to him. He originally wanted to find a chair to sit down, but he smelled a faint stench of corpses on several chairs nearby, so he simply used the shadows to create a chair and sat down.

"Your exploits at sea have spread throughout Backlund."

Maric exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you so much for your blow to the Rose School of Thought... When we heard that the Abomination 'Suah' was critically wounded and dying under your flames, Sharron and I were overjoyed..."

Sharron was overjoyed!

Upon hearing this, Luther couldn't help but glance at the "Wraith" beside him. He simply couldn't imagine that this Indifference, doll-like woman would have such a strong reaction.

Sharron did not react.

"Suah is Sequence 1 Angel, far stronger than me."

Seeing this, Luther came to his senses and shook his head, explaining, "I was able to injure Him, but I actually relied on a lot of external forces."

Even so, judging from the results, you still won...

A flush of excitement rose on Maric's pale face.

"Alright. In short, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be staying in Backlund for a while. If anything comes up, feel free to contact me." Luther didn't want to explain further, so he placed a slip of paper with his messenger's contact information on the table. "That's all."

He didn't directly say that he was Senior Deacon in the Church of Evernight; that would have been too foolish to expose himself.

After speaking, Luther got up to leave.

You forgot something.

Sharron suddenly said, "I have a batch of Beyonder Item with Characteristic. Give them to me, and I'll sell them for you."

Beyonder Characteristic and items... oh right!

Luther recalled that Sharron was referring to the Characteristic and items left behind by the deceased intruders they obtained during their exploration of Amon's Tomb. In his haste to leave Backlund, he entrusted them all to Sharron to sell on his behalf, with each of them keeping a portion proportionally.

"There are still a few items and Characteristic that haven't sold; the rest of the money is here."

Sharron glanced at Maric, who produced a stack of 10-pound notes from somewhere and respectfully handed them to Luther. Luther didn't count them; he simply picked them up, checked their thickness, and put them in his pocket.

All the unsold items are yours.

Luther said. Sharron was still very law-abiding, having kept his money safe for so long, and even bringing it up when he had forgotten about it, so he stopped arguing about it.

Where is Sherlock?

Sharron suddenly asked again.

Not only Luther, she also had a previous relationship with Klein, Acting the great Detective, and knew about his connection with Luther.

He's still at sea.

Luther replied.

"Whoosh!"

Just as he was about to say something more, a thick gray fog suddenly appeared before him. Deep within that Fog, [Justice] was kneeling on the ground, praying softly. The Gray Fog amplified her voice, making it directly reach Luther's ears.

[Justice] said, "Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. [Temperance] that I have sold all the properties he gave me... However, I do have a few houses in the North Borough, mainly for storing skirts. One of them had a leaky roof, which was recently repaired and is currently empty."

"If Mr. Temperance doesn't mind, I can offer him that house."

Several properties... What does "a room for storing skirts" mean?

Upon hearing this, Luther's expression turned somewhat strange. However, he ultimately restrained himself and did not reveal it in front of the two "Temperance Faction" faction members.

"Okay, that's all I wanted to say. Feel free to contact me more often in the future."

He left hastily with those words. Only when he was alone did he respond to the Fool, asking him to convey to Justice that he was grateful for her generosity.