Shadow Apostle

Horst decided to go to the Flame Tongue Bar for a drink tonight.

To celebrate his new death yesterday, he was torn into four pieces and thrown into the Windy River.

But he rummaged through the apartment and found only twelve copper millas.

At most, he can only drink a beer worth ten Mila, and he will starve tomorrow. After all, two Mila is not enough to buy a loaf of the cheapest black bread.

The helplessness of having no money gnawed at his heart.

After learning from the experience, he decided to do something big.

Not only do we have to pay for today’s drinks, but we also have to come up with next month’s rent.

That's right, be a big one.

He decided to die again.

He put on his shirt and tie, put on a black formal suit, loaded his silver revolver with bullets, and hid it in the pocket of his windbreaker.

Putting on a linen hat that was pretending to be silk, and lifting his heavy cane, Horst carefully opened the door, looked over to make sure there was no enemy, and then slipped out of the door.

This apartment is also dangerous and one must not be careless.

Creak.

As soon as he walked out, the old wooden floor in the corridor immediately gave him a warm cheer.

His footsteps paused, and after waiting for a long time, he tiptoed along the long corridor and walked out of the door of the second-floor apartment.

On the way, he didn't forget to help him take this morning's newspaper from the neighbor's newspaper box.

'Anyway, he won't look at it today. I'm afraid of losing it and I'll keep it for him. I'll give it back to him when I get back. ’

'If I can ever come back. ’

Standing at the door, Horst took a deep breath of the air that smelled slightly of soot and looked up at the sky.

One red and one white, two bright moons hanging high in the sky, silver and bright, red and mysterious.

In the moonlight, towering chimneys shot straight into the sky, and those factories, known as the lifeblood of the kingdom, puffed out thick smoke day and night.

The whistle sounded from afar, and the ground trembled slightly. The heavy front of the car dragged the long carriage through the distance, and the faint ringing of the station bell came from the direction of the station.

On the bluestone streets, carriages returning late were hung with dim lanterns and drifted away under the dim gas street lights.

A Victorian painting was spread out in front of Horst, but bathed in the red moonlight, Horst sighed.

He knows that the world is actually not safe.

Bad luck kills people.

Of course, sometimes you can be lucky.

"Dang, when..."

The bell of Justice Tower rang ten times, and night came in Mingyue City.

It's ten o'clock, and if we don't hurry up, it will be too late.

Whether it's to die or to drink, it's too late.

Horst stood under the flickering street lights. The underground pipes transported gas to every corner of the city, which gave the city a little light at night, but this effect...

After kicking the lamppost, the lamppost shook, and the flames from the nozzle returned to brightness. Only then did Horst feel satisfied and opened the newspaper he had kept for his neighbor.

"Mingyue City Investigator"

The front page headline read, "Liver-Eating Murderer Reappears."

The first thing Horst saw was such breaking news. It stated that a disemboweled corpse would appear in Yuecheng every few months, and the liver had been completely eaten.

It is deduced that the murder weapon was a short knife dug out from ancient ruins. It is not known who would be stupid enough to use such a special thing to commit murder. It would be too easy to be discovered.

The problem is, the bodies are scattered in the corners of the city, and it is impossible to determine the trajectory of the murderer. The police are helpless, which has attracted fierce criticism from major newspapers. The press is like a carnival. The police department has been described as... As stupid as a pig.

"So, this world is not safe."

Horst sighed again. Unknowingly, he had been reading a newspaper for fifteen minutes. He finally raised his head from the newspapers and rubbed his dry eyes.

Just as he was about to leave, a black public carriage stopped on the side of the road.

"Good night, sir." The coachman in formal attire looked to be in his fifties, and his smile was quite kind. He took off his hat to greet Horst, and said with a smile, "It's so late, and you have to go out and take a carriage. ?."

"Why are you still open so late?"

Horst looked at his pocket watch, tapped it, flicked it, and twisted it again, and finally put it back in his pocket helplessly to look at the sky.

"Hahaha, did you forget to wind it up or is your watch broken? It's almost half past ten now. I just picked up a long-distance guest and am planning to go home. Wherever you want to go, I'll give you a ride."

"Don't." Horst dug into his pockets, "The water here is cleaner than the Wendy River."

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. Tell me where you are going? It's the last order today anyway, so I won't charge you if you drop by."

"Well... let's go to the Flame Tongue in the Gray Steel District." Horst thought for a while and said with certainty, "Go directly there, it will save trouble."

"Okay, let's get in the car." The old coachman pointed to the carriage happily, "It's really easy and it's not far."

"Thank you very much." Horst jumped onto the carriage happily, "We agreed that it would be free."

"Don't worry, I promise I won't charge you any money." With a crack of the whip, the carriage drove out smoothly. The old coachman controlled the carriage skillfully. He still had time to turn around and said with a smile, "Young man, what are you doing there at this late hour? Don’t you have no money?”

"I heard that there are often some mysterious incidents in this city, and a lot of people have died. I thought if I went out for a walk, I might encounter them. It's exciting to think about it."

"Haha, there are no mysterious events. They are all made up by children." The old coachman said, "You just read the newspaper, didn't you just read these? I said it's so dark, why are you still reading under the street lamp? In the future Stop doing this, it’s not good for your eyes.”

"But you can't see it outside the street lights, it's even darker."

"Pfft, ahem, I mean you can finish watching in the house and then come out."

"You don't have to worry about turning on the lights?" Horst said matter-of-factly, "Forgot which god taught us that waste is the original sin of mankind, and frugality is the right path to the kingdom of God."

"I've never heard of it." The old coachman said angrily and amusingly, "You are still so young, why don't you find a job? There are a lot of job opportunities in factories now, which is enough to support yourself."

"Alas, old sir, you don't know that I have a special constitution." Horst said distressedly, "I also tried to find a job, but I couldn't do it for long. I can't work part-time, and I will never be able to work in this life. ."

"Then it's hard enough for you." The car gradually slowed down and finally stopped, "Actually, there is a way to make it less hard for you."

"What can you do? Tell me quickly. I've had enough."

The window on the front wall of the carriage suddenly opened a crack, and the old man's kind face appeared outside the window, and then the whole person twisted into a long strip and got into the carriage like a snake.

The movement was extremely fast, far beyond the reaction of a normal person. Horst had just blinked, and the old coachman had already got in. Then he showed a strange and sinister smile, pulled out a sharp short knife from behind, and sent it into Horst like lightning. special neck.

Horst's eyes bulged, he spoke loudly, his hands and feet twitched for a few seconds, and then he fell on his back.

The old coachman smoothly pulled out his short knife and swung it down. Horst's belly was cut open like butter, revealing the steaming internal organs.

The old man's eyes were red and his face was full of excitement.

Creaking.

Gujiguji.

It kept echoing in the small compartment.

His expression returned to his previous kindness. He was holding a short knife in one hand and grabbing Horst's body with the other, preparing to throw him out of the car. He was still muttering: "It won't be hard this way. As promised, I promise not to take anything from you." money."

However, just as he grabbed Horst, he suddenly opened his eyes: "Is it delicious?"

The old coachman nodded subconsciously.

"Then please pay."

"Bang." The revolver in his pocket rang, and the bullet penetrated the old coachman's head at close range.

"Shenghui..."

"boom."

"A ritual blade."

"boom."

Three shots were fired in succession, and the bullets with bullets cut into crosses exploded in the old coachman's skull, and the old coachman's head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

But his body was still moving, and he turned around to escape from the car.

Horst didn't give him a chance. After three shots, he directly picked up his cane and pulled out a stabbing sword from the cane. He slashed the old coachman's hand holding the dagger and cut his wrist in two.

The headless body immediately collapsed and the dagger fell to the ground.

"Huh, my special physique has made it particularly easy to attract weird beings like you who are affected by mysteries since I traveled through time. Old sir, since I traveled through time, I have died in the hands of you guys ten times. This is the first time. Eleven times.”

"So, being too lucky can lead to death."

Horst threw away his rapier, his expression twisted in pain, and he leaned against the carriage and gasped. Strangely, many small tentacles emerged from the wounds on his neck and stomach, and these tentacles quickly entangled with each other. Together, they quickly became one, allowing the wounds to recover as before.

Not only the wounds, but also the torn clothes had been restored to their original state by the entanglement of the tentacles. They were clean without a drop of blood.

"And you said one thing wrong. There are mysteries in this world. It's just that I'm different from those perverts in the bar. My mysteries are shady. Please don't tell me about them."

As he muttered, the wound had completely recovered. Horst put away his pistol and cane and stabbed the sword, took out the neighbor's newspaper, and checked it again in the middle.

Bounty: Ritual Blade.

Delivery location: Tongues of Fire.

Horst nodded, wrapped the dagger in the newspaper and picked it up.

"Well, there's some blood on the newspaper. He probably won't mind if you return it."

"Well, he's so generous, I'm sure he won't mind."

While muttering, Horst jumped out of the carriage, which was parked in a dark alley not far from the Flame Tongue.

"The old gentleman is such a good man, I like him."

I simply forgot to prepare to save the manuscript and started publishing the book. The remedy is to start updating every day for two weeks and save some manuscripts for storage. I still paid great attention to this book, so I probably won’t make some of the mistakes I made in the previous book.

I also hope that everyone can support me more and at least make my tracking numbers look better. Thank you all.