Shadow Apostle

The manhole cover was lifted.

A light mist mixed with warm but dirty and humid air floated out from the well mouth.

The five to six meter high sewer is deep and dark.

The black wellhead is like a big open mouth, choosing people to eat.

Behind him are hundreds of cats.

The cats gathered behind Horst...

Well... basically everyone was doing their own thing, and no one paid any attention to Horst.

There are still a bunch of them that have followed the bugs away.

Only two cats, one black and one white, were still squatting behind Horst.

Green eyes stared at him unblinkingly.

"I accepted the gift. I like it very much. Thank you." Horst raised his hat and nodded in thanks. "If you need any help in the future, just..."

No, although these two look like cats, they are pure cultists.

In essence, it is the same as the human-faced rat, which has been twisted by the master into a mysterious alien.

Am I actively inviting mystery?

"Just pretend I don't exist, goodbye."

"Meow~~"

Damn Twolegs.

There was vague emotion in the angry howl. Before a group of cats pounced on him and scratched him to death, Horst waved his fingers, then pressed his top hat and jumped down from the well.

Something amazing happened.

During the short fall, the muscles of the body acted like instinct, constantly fine-tuning their posture. Until the moment they landed, all the muscles in the body started to move. They used the curling of the body to resolve the fall and took a few steps forward. The momentum was resolved, and then it stopped steadily.

The height of five or six meters was not too low, but he jumped down lightly and deftly, and he didn't even make a sound when he landed.

The elegance of cats, the special effects brought by the little bells.

In addition to making cats like to be closer to themselves and understand each other's emotions in both directions, it also has better flexibility and can instinctively adjust its landing posture like a cat to avoid falling injuries.

Coupled with the slow fall of the windbreaker, Horst estimated that he could jump from a height of at least ten meters without being affected.

As for higher...let's wait until the beef soup is full next time before testing it.

In addition, the bell seemed to contain some strange magic power, but Horst did not dare to test it further.

Such gifts from cultists, even if they are well-intentioned, are often full of dangers.

What if I activate some switch and really turn myself into a cat?

Not even beef soup can save me by then.

I don't know if he sensed his name, but there was a squirming movement under the collar, and a small tentacle tip poked out from the clothes, curiously sensing the outside.

Horst patted the small tentacle with the pads of his fingers, then cut off a flame and hung it on his head. He held onto his cane and walked into the dark sewer.

When you see the light, go to the right, the maintenance entrance to the left, cross the waterway bridge, and change the level with three steps...

This was the formula given by Kant last time on how to enter the night market from Vila Street. Horst recited the formula silently and easily found the familiar upward staircase in the cobweb-like sewer.

Beside the dark stairs, there were several shadowy figures wandering around.

Seeing Horst approaching, two figures immediately approached quickly under the cover of darkness.

"I'm Marvin's customer. He asked me to come over and wait for him."

Before the shadow could get closer, Horst had already lowered his voice and spoke.

The black shadow paused, waved his hand behind him, and then slowly retreated, disappearing into the darkness again.

The upper floor is still dark and mysterious, and neither the stalls nor the rooms have changed.

But the number of people increased significantly.

In addition to one or two vague figures hiding behind most of the stalls, you can even see four or five people in long robes and hoods, wandering between the stalls. The undisguised customers and the hoods of several mysterious people all turned in his direction from time to time.

Horst nodded to them without any concern and quickly got into Marvin's cabin.

As expected, Marvin was not here. At this time, he should have just sat down at his old seat and started the first three cups of Orange Flame today.

"One cup, how much does it cost?"

From a stall not far away, a stammering voice attracted Horst's attention.

Looking sideways, he saw that he was also a man whose clothes were too loose and his figure was not visible. His voice had a unique foreign accent and he spoke haltingly in Nordic. At first glance, he was not a Nordic citizen.

There are actually foreigners visiting the black market?

Curiosity aroused, Horst walked a little closer as if nothing had happened.

It was a small beaker of dark red liquid, about one hundred milliliters, tightly sealed with a lid.

The beaker was placed on the stall. The foreigner kept his hands away, but bent over and came closer to observe the beaker carefully.

It is said that this is a rule in the night market. Before the transaction is completed, you must not touch the goods without authorization, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.

It’s not that I’m afraid that the goods will be damaged or lost.

Mainly because they are afraid of damage or loss by customers.

After all, the night market is filled with all kinds of unspeakable items, and no one can be sure whether what they are touching is the beacon of a certain fantasy world master.

Allow casual contact with more expensive customers.

But if the customer really wants to touch it, that's his own business, as long as the stall owner is not splashed with blood.

Sometimes even stall owners don't know that the items they sell may contain huge hidden dangers. No matter how skilled the expert appraiser responsible for the review is, he may still miss something.

"Is this... hmm? Cemetery lizard blood?"

The stall owner did not touch the beaker directly with his hands. Instead, he picked up a special pair of pliers and clamped the beaker. Then he took a closer look.

Through the gas lamp connected privately on the stall, Horst could clearly see that when the beaker came closer, a very light mist came out of the stall owner's mouth and nose.

"This thing is precious. Cemetery lizards are extremely rare and very small. Even ten of them may not be able to collect 100 ml of blood. In addition, it is extremely versatile, so the price has always been very expensive. I think you sincerely think so too. If you buy it, you don’t need to pay too much. It only costs ten Georges and you can take this cup away on the spot.”

"Then, it's not what I want." The mysterious man's voice was quite young, and he shook his head and said, "Blood, cemetery lizard, has few uses and is cheap."

"Oh oh oh, that means I got mixed up with the Blood of the Red Dragon, hahaha. In this case, a cup only costs three Georges."

"No, the price is expensive. It's a lie. You, a gold, George."

"It's impossible, you must have remembered it wrong..."

Horst was humbly learning from the excellent experience of the stall owner, when suddenly there was a strong smell of tobacco next to him.

You don't need to look back to know that Kant, who never leaves his hand with his pipe all year round, has quietly arrived behind him.

"Mr. Zhuomu." It was indeed Kant the Black Hand. He was looking at Horst with a strange look. "Your magic props are indeed interesting, but..."

As he said this, he pointed to the 'will-o'-the-wisp' above Horst's head, which was very eye-catching here.

No wonder everyone was looking at me just now.

Horst coughed dryly and waved his hand to disperse the flames.

"Why, you are also interested in the blood of the cemetery lizard?"

Kant glanced at the deception process in the distance and asked.

"Just looking at it out of curiosity, what is that?"

"It is a real mysterious material, and it is very troublesome. It will automatically absorb the vitality of nearby creatures. It absorbs very little, but if there is a lot of blood around it, or it is in an environment affected by blood for a long time, it will not last long and will become Extremely weak. Due to this effect, the blood of the cemetery lizard is a second-level dangerous product and is not allowed to be sold in ordinary shops."

"Then here..."

"This place is not ordinary." Kant thought for a while and added, "This thing is basically useless. Occasionally, someone uses it to prepare some antiseptic drugs. The dosage is very small, and each time it is calculated by the drop. As for whether there are other uses, I I don’t know.”

Just as he said that, the transaction on the other side had been completed. The mysterious man put the beaker into a box, wrapped it, and hurriedly turned around and left.

Perhaps because he left too hastily, the hood lifted a corner, revealing the face under the hood.

It was a young blond man.

The only adjective Horst could find was handsome.

A beauty that would put normal people to shame.

There is a strange sense of eeriness in his handsomeness.

The young man glanced at Horst and Kant next to him, tightened his hood again, and hurried away with the loot in his arms.

"There are still such...um...beautiful people in the world." Horst shook his head and sighed a few times, then took out a small paper bag and handed it over, "First, help me see what this is."

Kant was stunned and opened the paper bag.

It was the small glass bead I just picked up from the Man-Faced Mouse Priest, and it was also the item that Mrs. K said was a good thing.

"Oh? Mysterious Heart?" Kant looked at Horst in surprise, "It seems you have dealt with a big guy."

"Um?"

"This thing only appears on very mysterious aliens, and the probability of its appearance is not high. Don't worry about ordinary aliens. At least the aliens of level 2 and above are likely to appear after they are cleared. Sometimes this thing After appearing, it will automatically combine with the items on the deceased to form some unique mysterious items. However, yours is not combined, it is a pure mysterious heart. Well... In fact, there is a chance that the awakened person will appear after death, but we It’s people…”

"Yes, I understand." Horst nodded, "There must be some bottom line in life."

"Yes, so generally no one will openly use the mysterious heart condensed after the death of the awakened person, but if it is not made public... haha."

"What's the use of this thing?"

"Last time you said you wanted to find a weapon?" Kant asked thoughtfully, "Are you interested in creating a new, truly mysterious weapon?"

"What's the function?"

"Weapons themselves are highly mysterious, and their effect on humans has no change, but they will have a good effect on mysterious aliens or monsters from the fantasy world. You should have felt that ordinary weapons have a different effect on mysterious aliens or mysterious items. The effect is really not good. In addition, if you find a better Mysterious Heart in the future, you can replace it. Such weapons are often good things that even money can't buy."

Hiss... Judging from how often I encounter a mysterious incident every few days, this thing is so useful, at least it won't require so much effort to penetrate the body of a human-faced mouse.

Horst touched the two gold Georges in his pocket, then thought about the ten Georges check at home, and grinned.

This money is start-up capital, don't let me spend it all.

"Um...how much will it cost me?"

"If you have this yourself..." Kant looked at Horst's worried face with a half-smile, "It's free this time."

"Huh?" Horst's expression darkened, "Forget it, I can't afford it for free."

"You deserve it if you can use it this time." Kant winked at the men around him. Seeing his men nod in confirmation, he continued, "Children of the night never owe others, and they never let people do things for nothing. .You provided help when we needed it. Whether you know it or not, we will not let you do it in vain."

"Come with me, find a safe place, and I'll buy you a drink."