Shadow Apostle.

Chapter 45
Three black carriages stopped at the door of Flame Tongue.

Six men in black were scattered between the carriage and the gate.

They are all uniformly dressed.

He wears round metal goggles on his head. The goggles are very thick. The frame is at least four or five centimeters higher than the cheek. Several folded metal rods protrude from the upper and side edges of the frame, connecting large and small gears and belts. , there was a clear metallic sound of clicking from time to time inside.

There is a thick belt around his waist and a huge glove on his left hand.

The metal belt is wide and thick, and its surface is covered with twisted and tangled metal pipes and rotating gears. From the lower part of the belt, several streams of steam are ejected from time to time. Each time it erupts, a short and sharp puff sound is emitted.

A retractable tube extends from the belt and connects to the gloves.

The gray-white pure metal gloves are cold and thick, and when you put them on, your hands will appear to expand several times.The metal joints can flex and stretch freely, just like real palms.

Horst's approach made six people move at the same time.

One blocked the gate, two blocked the door, two blocked the way to the gate, and the remaining one blocked the other side to guard. .

In just an instant, a defensive formation was formed.

The two people blocking the road at the front clenched their fists, while the two people blocking the door at the back each held down the handles of the pistols at their waists.

"Stand back, civilians. This is a controlled area. Anyone who approaches without authorization will be killed on the spot."

Horst raised his eyebrows and stepped sideways into the shadow of the factory chimney.

Then he looked at some unfriendly men in black.

Standard equipment that you haven’t seen before?I'm afraid they're not from the Kingdom's military, so what are they doing here?Don't tear apart the Flame Tongue.

No, you have to find out.

Horst pondered for a moment and then decided to give him a hat. Then he held the handle of the cane and assumed an attacking posture: "Report your identity and purpose. Without the cooperation of the police and territorial guards of Mingyue Territory, you can't do anything without permission." By sealing off the city's territory, I suspect that you are a hostile force intent on invading the private fiefdoms of the kingdom's nobles, and are declaring war on His Majesty the King and all the lords. Identify your identity immediately and cooperate with the investigation, otherwise I have the right to kill you on the spot."

The relationship between the royal forces and local fiefdom forces is already sensitive. A slight friction will turn into a serious political incident, or even develop into a nationwide political confrontation. If this label is taken seriously...

The leader of the man in black could already imagine himself being sent to a military court. His expression became quite subtle and he said sternly: "Stop talking nonsense, we are members of the Royal Army's First Army Special Service Team and were ordered to perform escort missions. We are not Attacking the fiefdom, local collaborators are inside cooperating with the handover. Now, get out of my way immediately."

"Is the collaborator inside? I told you earlier." After confirming that the Flame Tongue people were not in danger, Horst showed his hands and took a few steps back, stepping on the shadows the whole time and retreated a few meters away: "How long? Time can be over, I still have things to do.”

"Click, click, click", the sound of gear friction came from the leader's goggles. The metal rods outside the frame began to expand and contract on their own. Several layers of lenses were pulled out from the thick mirror body and exchanged positions. The body of the goggles itself also quickly Rotation, just like how a lens behaves when it is rotated to correct focus.

Following Horst's direction, the leader glanced at him for a few times, then waved his hand behind him: "Where are all these problems coming from? It's best for you to stay away. Civilian, you have no right to stay here..." "

Before he finished speaking, the door to Flame Tongue was suddenly opened.

The moment the door opened, the four people at the door guarded the door, two on the left and the other on the right. The other two people directly drew their pistols and pointed them at both sides of the carriage, working together to block the door airtight.

Afterwards, several people wearing hooded cloaks walked out of the bar.

The first three were empty-handed, while the latter two were carrying a large, heavy-looking metal box.

The moment he saw the box, Horst, who was standing far away, felt his scalp suddenly numb.

It was as if there was some terrifying existence staring at him through the metal.

Horst felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He immediately looked away and even turned his body.

One of the simple ways to save yourself in the mysterious world.

I do not see it.

Maybe you can avoid being associated with mystery.

Well, just maybe.

The thorny feeling of being spied on was always lingering in Horst's mind.

Horst resisted the urge to turn around and tried to listen to the sounds behind him.

But no sound.

The two people carrying the box were careful, staring at the box and not daring to say a word, as if they were afraid of disturbing the things inside.

Not only them, but everyone around them remained silent, making the atmosphere at the door extremely strange.

Horst stood far enough away that no one paid any attention to him at the moment.The soldiers of the special service team carefully protected the surroundings, and the two people carrying the box carefully put the box onto the carriage in the middle.

Then the two of them got into the carriage and closed the door quietly.

call.

Although no one said anything, Horst seemed to hear everyone let out a sigh of relief.

People outside visibly relaxed.

Several soldiers knelt down on one knee to one of the cloaked men, and then led her and the other cloaked man to the first carriage.

The other soldiers carefully bypassed the second carriage and squeezed into the last one.

In the blink of an eye, only a cloaked man was left standing in front of the door.

After waving goodbye to the three carriages, the cloaked man waved to Horst and took off his hood.

It's Flametongue's boss, Swain White.

"Herr Horst Drom."

He is still dressed in the same white shirt and black vest, with his gray hair meticulously combed back and a neat short beard under his chin, giving him the appearance of a graceful middle-aged man.

"Why are you here now?"

"Are you okay, Boss White?" Horst raised his chin in the direction the carriage left.

"It's okay. The people from the royal capital actually came to find Marven to fix things. Marven was not here, so I helped them fix it."

"You can do it too, it's amazing. Did you repair the thing in that box? What the hell is that?"

Swain White glanced at Horst in confusion, but still replied: "That is C-037, they transported it out to deal with..."

"No, I'm stupid. I just asked casually. I don't want to know at all."

Horst slapped his forehead hard as if in punishment, cursing inwardly how stupid he was.

I don't think I'm in trouble enough. With my physique, I might get hit in the face by a mysterious person even if I don't go out.

He actually took the initiative to ask, who knew if a mysterious connection would be established.

"It makes no difference whether you know it or not. This thing is already connected to you." Swain White shrugged elegantly, "You will definitely be able to see those people and the thing in two days. With your special You can’t hide from your physique.”

"Boss White, it's not a gentleman's behavior to laugh at others." Horst rolled his eyes and pointed in the direction of the rose area, "What about the scarecrow?"

Swain White nodded slightly: "I have a confidentiality agreement, so you'd better tell me your purpose, Mr. Horst."

Horst did not take out the note: "I am a little interested in sewers and want to go down and have a look. I wonder if there is a path here."

"Night market?" Swain frowned, "How do you know?"

"I understand now." Horst smiled, "Why, is it inconvenient?"

"Actually, it's okay to let you go, but the problem is that you and Monica are too close. She arrests people when she sees someone committing a crime. She doesn't understand what tacit understanding and moderation are. Do you think people in that kind of place can rest assured? I It’s also hard to reconcile.”

"I've never been very fond of these light and dark games. Can they help me make money?"

"Huh?" Swain pondered for a moment and said, "I heard that your Serena is damaged and needs to be repaired?"

"I had it repaired by Marvin the day before yesterday."

"Oh... I heard that your Serena was damaged and needs repair?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Master Marvin. I don't dare to go out until the gun is repaired."

"But it just so happens that Marvin isn't here today."

"Then do you know where he went? I'm anxious to find him."

"Hmm...Okay, I'll tell you how to go, and you can go find him yourself. Remember, you are here to find him, don't run around."

"Of course." Horst took off his hat and bowed, "It's a deal."

(End of this chapter)