Shadow Apostle

"Meow~~~"

"Meow~~~"

The cat meowing at the door was like the bell ringing as the curtain opened.

What followed closely was howling one after another.

Outside the door, outside the window, outside the wall.

For a time, the area around No. 85 Vera Street was filled with strange meows.

Night has fallen.

In the darkness, pairs of green eyes lit up.

There are countless shadows lurking under the night, shaking and twisting outside the light.

Howling one after another, like a baby crying at night.

"Lord, why are there so many wild cats?"

From the shack outside the window, the poor people screamed in surprise, and residents of several nearby apartment buildings closed their windows.

"Bang bang bang."

There were three more knocks on the door.

Horst turned back the wheel expressionlessly, picked up his cane and walked to the door.

Taking a deep breath, Horst straightened his back, straightened his cuffs and tie, and opened the door.

No concealment, no defense.

Just like that, he opened the door of the house.

Like a long-awaited host, he opens the door to welcome guests.

The moment the door opened, the meowing suddenly increased in volume.

Inside and outside the apartment, almost all the cats howled in the same direction at the same time.

Dark clouds quietly covered the silver moon.

Only the mysterious crimson moon is left, casting the hazy bloody moonlight into the world.

Under the blood moon, all wild cats howl at the moon.

Horst saw it.

The big white cat I saw in the warehouse district in the afternoon.

The white cat crouched on the ground, its green eyes staring at Horst, full of arrogance and contempt.

Standard cat eyes.

Horst stared at it silently for a few seconds, smiled, took off his hat and bowed deeply.

"Horst Drom of Vila Strasse greets the followers of the Cat God."

"Meow~~~"

The white cat arched its back and rushed towards Horst.

Horst's pupils shrank, he took two steps back lightly, and already waved the cane in his hand.

The place was too narrow, so this time it hit me head-on.

The white cat's fur exploded.

His body twisted in the air, stepped on the wall to use the force, and bounced back along the same path. He distanced himself far away from Horst and let out a threatening breath.

"Sir, I am willing to cooperate because cooperation can be a win-win situation. It is also because I speculate that you have no ill intentions for the time being, so I am willing to take risks to cooperate. It does not mean that I will give in without a bottom line."

Horst also took two steps back and slowly pulled out the stabbing sword in his cane. There was already a chill in his smile:

"I don't know why you were hostile to me. Was it because of the fighting in the Just Church? No matter what your purpose was, you chose the wrong way at the time. I don't think I did anything wrong at the time. If you insist on doing it for If this entanglement continues, I wouldn’t mind discussing with you again what was right and wrong at the time.”

As he spoke, Horst ran his fingers across the spine of the sword: "Discuss with weapons."

"Meow."

The big white cat glanced at Horst disdainfully, stopped attacking, waved to Horst like a human, and then walked out of the apartment building without waiting for him.

"So, I have always only liked dogs."

Horst felt his eyes twitching. He wanted to take out Serena and give it a ride, but after hesitating for a moment, he turned back and locked the door.

Anyway, I have to go to the night market for an appointment soon, so I'll stop by and see what these strange cultists want to do.

After all, it doesn't look malicious, and it's at least cuter than those human-faced rats.

Just as he was locking the door, the white cat turned around and let out a snarl, his impatience and disdain almost materialized.

I take back my previous comment, these cats really should greet with Serena.

After hiding the documents and checks given by K, and taking all his belongings - the two Golden Georges, Horst locked the door and followed the white cat out of the apartment building.

As soon as I went out, I noticed that the environment was strange.

There are cats meowing everywhere, green eyes everywhere, and silent shadows everywhere.

Residents in several surrounding shacks were trembling with fear from hundreds or thousands of wild cats.

Under their horrifying gazes, Horst followed the white cat around and into a dark alley.

The dark alleys in the Princess District are as usual.

Graffiti covered the dirty walls, and broken wine bottles lay among the sour sewage and garbage.

The surface of the hot steam pipes exudes dense mist.

The large gears on the wall rotated lazily, making a creaking and rubbing sound.

There were two corpses covered with knife wounds piled in the corner.

Fortunately, at least no one pulled out a knife on the spot today.

Because there was no one in the dark alley.

Now occupied by a large group of cats.

Horst was dazzled by the various varieties and colors.

These cats were lying on the ground one by one, facing the same direction, kneeling down like humans.

Every time he bowed down, a meow screamed, making the dark alley extremely strange.

The moment he saw these kneeling cats, Horst's eyes seemed to penetrate the space and he saw a strange existence with the head of a cat and an extremely elegant manner. She was holding a dark cat in her arms and was stroking it gently. , I don’t know if he noticed Horst’s gaze. The other person raised his head and glanced in Horst’s direction. Then Horst’s eyes blurred and he could no longer see the other person.

When his eyes returned to reality, Horst saw another black cat.

The black cat squatted in the middle of the clearing.

It was completely black, without a single colored hair.

The body is well-proportioned and powerful, full of explosive power and beauty like a leopard.

The fur was as shiny as the finest black silk.

The figure is extremely graceful and the appearance is extremely elegant.

Especially the way she arches her back and stretches her waist, she looks like a lazy beauty stretching her muscles.

"Meow~~~"

However, the moment Horst approached, the black cat jumped up.

Much faster than a white cat, and without warning.

Before Horst could speak, the black cat had already pounced in front of him.

boom.

Four flesh pads kicked him hard on the face.

Immediately afterwards, the cat's tail swung up, swung it several times towards Horst's face, and finally kicked him on the nose, used the force to jump back to the ground, and ran back to where he was squatting just now. The place has returned to its previous elegant, quiet and girlish appearance.

"what's the situation?"

Horst covered his face and took a few steps back.

This guy didn't stretch out his claws. It seemed that he just wanted to hit people, and his desire to hit people was stronger than that of the white cat.

Horst held his nose and suddenly had an idea: "You were the one who sneaked into the Church of Justice and was beaten to death by me."

"Meow."

The black cat licked its paws, nodded, and glanced at Horst disdainfully.

"What about it?"

Before the black cat said anything, the white cat was already protecting the black cat, making a threatening sound.

"I understand, lick the cat." Horst rubbed his nose and said helplessly, "Now that the fight has been fought, the revenge has been avenged. Can you tell me what you ordered when you called me here today?"

"Ouch~~"

The black cat suddenly howled, startling Horst, and at the same time, there were sounds of cats meowing from the surrounding alleys.

Then several black shadows emerged from the alley.

There were several groups of wild cats, each group dragging a dark object out of the darkness.

What was dragged over were the bodies of four human-faced rats.

Why is it not only as vindictive and stingy as a real cat, but also learned the habit of catching mice and offering them treasures?

Are you really cultists? You haven't been in a cat for too long, and you have really turned into a cat.

Horst did not dare to ask. He lowered his head and looked at the body. It was covered with scratches and bite marks. It looked terrible.

If a cat really does this, it’s because...

"Do you want to say thank you?"

The black cat turned his head, tilted his neck and looked at the sky, but still nodded slightly.

"Because I and the police wiped out the influence of the Man-Faced Rat?"

Nod, nod.

"Are these the last few human-faced rats sent out? They were the ones who sent Mr. William's body away?"

Black Cat continued to nod.

"Thank you guys." Horst took off his hat and bowed, saluting deeply, "Mr. William will thank you in Hades."

The black cat licked its paws, showed a humane and proud expression, suddenly turned its head and got into the darkness.

A few seconds later, it came out again, holding something in its mouth, and gently placed it in front of Horst.

It was a small cat bell, tied with a string.

Horst did not hesitate, picked it up and hung it on his wrist.

The moment he hung up, he felt his conscious world shake.

There were all sorts of strange emotions going around.

The emotions coming from those cats.

Especially the one in front of me has the most obvious emotion, and Horst can understand it as soon as he puts it on.

"Stupid humans."

As expected, it is best to use Serena to talk to them.

Blessings from Bastet. There is a feature that I haven't decided whether to add yet. I always feel that adding it would be too buggy.

But now the protagonist is already quite buggy, and it seems that he is not bad at all.