Shadow Apostle.

Chapter 39 The Flame of Light
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"Take it." Mrs. Bessie thought for a moment and added, "No matter what you want to do with it, you'd better be careful. Not as careful as you would with mysterious materials, but... I always feel like there's something wrong with this thing. .”

"Ok?"

"Although I call it the Tentacle of the Shoggoth and have always used it as the Tentacle of the Shoggoth, I mainly use it because of its mystery, which cannot prove that it must be the tentacle of the Shoggoth. After all, I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Pass the Shoggoths, otherwise I won’t be able to come back.”

Mrs. Bessie carefully opened the counter, put on rubber gloves, and slowly took out the tentacle.

"The person who sold me met me by accident. We all looked like the tentacles of Shoggoths, so we bought them for the price. But I always felt it was a bit strange. It didn't look like the Shoggoths in the illustrated book. It’s the same, but I can’t tell what it is.”

The corners of Horst's mouth trembled. Just as he was about to speak, Mrs. Bessie blocked him back.

"This is a gift of your own choice. Don't think that I sell unknown products. Anyway, I have extracted almost all the mystery here. It will disappear in the next two days. If you are interested, take it. But I still have to ask the question. Let me tell you clearly, it may not really be the tentacle of a Shoggoth."

Horst shrugged and took the strange tentacle with gloves.

"Look, it is indeed a black mass of flesh, and it is very tough. There are ridges on it. These are consistent with the introduction of Shoggoth's tentacles."

Horst nodded vigorously, as if he really understood.

"But if you look carefully, there is always a black mist seeping out from the inside, and there are black droplets dripping from time to time, but they vaporize immediately, so you can't see it. This does not belong to Shoggoths It’s a characteristic, so please pay attention.”

As he said that, he took out a paper box with sparse patterns from the counter and put the tentacles in it.

Horst took the box.

As soon as he made contact, he felt the restlessness coming from the tentacles calm down.

Horst secretly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Why is it like a child making a fuss about buying a toy, but immediately stops fussing after buying it?

Can't you have some tentacle monster pride?
"If you have nothing else to do, go back first. Just remember to bring money and a lighter with you tomorrow."

"By the way, I remembered." After putting down his tentacles, Horst suddenly came to his senses. He dug into his pocket and took out the lighter he had just dug in. "I happen to have one with me. Do you think it can be used?"

"Are you sure you want to use an old lighter to enchant? But it will affect the service life." Mrs. Bessie hesitated for a moment, "If you really don't care, I also have a few new lighters, two Luca each. Anyway, you only picked a scrap material as a gift, so I’ll consider this as a gift to you. It’s not a big project and it won’t take long. Come with me.”

With that said, Mrs. Bessie first took a few spell-casting materials from the display cabinets in front, and then took Horst with her, walked around the counter, and walked into the small compartment at the back.

The space is not big, mainly just a big long table in the middle.

In the center is an extremely complex array, layered one above another, with at least six or seven layers.

On one side were various tools for weighing, cutting and crushing, and on the other side were various containers, which were arranged quite complicatedly.

Mrs. Bessie slowly took out a brand new kerosene lighter and threw it on the table. Then she sat at the table and began to daze with a cigarette rod in her mouth. Horst did not dare to interrupt and could only stand aside and admire his first magic item.

Unformed version.

Much like the old kerosene lighter from my hometown.

It has a black metal shell with a raised silver skull on the front. The empty eye sockets are black and full of mystery.

"Okay, let's design it like this."

Madame Bessie, who was in a daze, suddenly banged the table, startling Horst. When he looked up, he saw that her whole body was like a steam engine that had just been filled with whale oil, moving several gears faster.

Turning on the gas lamp, the light illuminated the long table.Open a few reflectors and let the gas light focus around the magic circle in the center of the long table.

"Go get me a bucket of clean water, it's right next door."

Mrs. Bessie seemed like a different person, speaking quickly and quickly, full of energy.

Horst did not dare to neglect and ran to the next door with an iron bucket to collect water. When he came back, he found a large beaker and a row of test tubes in front of Mrs. Bessie.

Instilling drops into the beaker.

"Twenty-four drops of lizard-corrosive venom, three grams of silver acid crystals, and eight milliliters of acid from the mountain spitter. What's your name, Horst? Okay, Horst, either you stay away, or I help you Put your name on the casualty report."

As Bessie spoke, she put on a pair of goggles, then picked up a large bucket of water with one hand and poured it steadily into the beaker.

Hey, blue smoke rose from the beaker and spread quickly around, but Mrs. Bessie put down the bucket slowly and raised five fingers.

five four three two one.

"Okay." Bessie took off her goggles and waved her hand to fan the increasingly faint blue mist. "Huo... you've gone too far. Come in."

"My name is not easy to write. I'm worried you wrote it wrong for me on the casualty report."

"It's okay. The report can be changed. I'm not afraid of trouble. You see, it is highly toxic when you first react, but it targets the mucous membrane of the eyes. It will be fine after five seconds."

Mrs. Bessie pushed the gradually turning black beaker aside, and added the different materials she had just brought in to each test tube. After adding half a tube of water, she quickly poured three drops of transparent liquid into each test tube.

"Bessie's secret extract." Looking at Horst's curious expression, Mrs. Bessie explained, "The secret formula can quickly extract the symbolic meaning from the materials. Don't you understand? It's okay, just to make you understand. got it."

As he spoke, the liquids in all the test tubes quickly became viscous, with various shades of colors lined up in a row, which looked quite beautiful.

"Okay, then..." Bessie spread out a piece of paper, held it straight and stared at it, and after a while, he drew the first stroke:
"Unlike Marvin and the other barbarians who wield hammers and wrenches, our awakened ones in the art line prefer to use them to work."

As he spoke, the brush in his hand fell on the paper.

He was holding a paintbrush, but he was not using paint, but the row of colorful thick liquids in front of him.

It's like those things are paint.

"The levitating flower will take effect in the final stage. You don't want it to turn into a lighter and float into the air as soon as you light it up."

"Old embers must be activated in the strong position, otherwise the flame will not last long."

"Bornstone is used to cool down. Don't let the lighter burn you. It must be placed in a protected area, otherwise it will freeze when it is lit, which will be a joke."

The brushes kept switching, and the paper gradually became more colorful. The strokes were written quickly and very accurately. The lines on the paper became more and more complex, and a perfect circular formation was quickly outlined.

The magic circle is small and quite delicate, and the magic symbols are small and dense, and they are clean and precise.

"It feels good today." Bessie admired the drawing, then put the lighter on it, frowned and thought for a while, suddenly stuck out her tongue, quickly turned the drawing over, and then put the lighter on it, "Almost Forget about mirror reversal, that’s fine, then…”

Grab the pipe and light it on the lighter.

"Characteristics, reproduction."

It seemed that nothing had happened, but when he took the lighter and turned over the drawing, the brightly colored pattern on it had turned into a blank.

When Mrs. Bessie took out the lighter and pulled out the liner, Horst discovered that there was an additional layer of the same color pattern on the inside of the lighter liner and outer shell.

It's exactly the pattern just drawn on the paper.

"almost."

Bessie put the inner pot back in and tried to light it twice to make sure everything was normal. Then she placed the lighter in the center of the magic circle on the table.

He took out two long red crystals from the side and inserted them into the grooves on both sides of the table.

Swish.

Two red lines emanated from the groove and converged toward the middle of the table. When they converged at the position of the magic circle, they lit up the magic circle from the inside out, layer by layer. Finally, all the dark red lines formed a pattern that covered the entire table. Wonderful pattern.

"Norset-Magrei."

While spitting out incomprehensible syllables, Bessie's hands turned the circles that were connected together. The inner layer and the outer layer were rotating in opposite directions. Horst was dazzled by the sight.

When it rotates to a certain position, it finally stops. Just like a puzzle, some small patterns inside the circle form a symbol full of circles.

"This gives you durability."

The light on the lighter flickered, then dimmed.

"Daka, Crota."

He turned his hands again, and when he stopped, the symbol in the circle had changed into another one.

"This gives you levitation."

The lighter flashed again.

"Munchiser, Willica."

The magic circle rotated for the third time, and this time the final symbol became a circle around the outside.

"This gives you the brightness that penetrates everything."

This time the lighter lit up with a bright light, and in the light it was as if you could see the colorful patterns inside through the outer shell.

"I hereby declare that all the mysteries of this place are for my use."

The cigarette rod was struck three times on the lighter, and then Mrs. Bessie picked up the lighter.

The voice also returned to its lazy tone.

"Okay, very successful, there is one last step left."

As he spoke, he threw the lighter into the cup of black liquid.

"Solid."

With a bang, a ball of white light exploded from the beaker.

The blinding light made Horst open his eyes like a blind man.

(End of this chapter)