Shadow Apostle

Opening his eyes, Horst saw the bright sunshine outside the window again.

Looking at the sparse pedestrians and dilapidated carriages outside, Horst was in a daze for a moment.

Because he has lost count of his own deaths.

Fifteen times? Probably, let's go to the Flame Tongue for a drink tonight.

However, I remember that I died at the door. Why was I in bed? and……

By the way, my weapon.

Horst jumped up from the bed on the spot and found that his clothes were still intact, he didn't even take off his shoes, and his old and new canes were thrown on the ground.

Even two gold Georges' worth of coins were well hidden in the hat.

Fortunately, the money is fine.

But how did I come back?

Only then did Horst see the long drag marks on the dust on the ground.

And the smaller drag marks on both sides of the drag marks.

Much like the traces of crawling tentacles.

It was actually this guy who dragged me in...

For some reason, Horst always felt that when his children grew up, they would take care of their parents.

I patted my belly casually, and poof, a small tentacle came out from the collar.

He spun around deftly on his shoulders, slapped his face a few more times, and then he lay down on top of his head.

Horst touched its smooth and cold surface, and couldn't help but recall the memory of what he saw last night.

Those hundreds of years of loneliness, the fear of losing all memories step by step, and the despair of not being able to achieve the goal.

Horst reached out and poked the small tentacle on his head.

Don't be sad, since you are with me, I will work hard with you in the future. But, what are you, and what are you looking for?

The little thing flexibly wrapped around the naughty finger, and all that came back to his consciousness was confusion.

Forget it, I'll try to hold on longer next time, maybe I'll be able to figure out what you're doing. Before that, let me help you find as many mysterious items directly related to the Dominator as possible.

Pulling out the occupied finger and letting the little tentacle vent its anger with his hair, Horst looked at the sky outside the window.

It should be around ten o'clock now, not too late.

Then go to the Overwatch branch.

Regarding what happened last night, no matter whether there is evidence or not, we must report it to them.

Sighing in his mind about the magic of quality, Horst quickly put away the formal clothes that had not been wrinkled after lying all night. He reached under the cabinet and took out the paper bag delivered by K yesterday.

Open the paper bag and carefully take out the contents. The most conspicuous thing is of course Ten George's...

It’s a Class A license with a thick stack of paper.

The paper is exquisite and strong, with a smooth feel. Various precautions and responsibilities are printed in handwriting on it. The administrative seal of the Kingdom of Nordland is pressed at the end. Just a few pieces of paper have a full sense of ceremony and authority.

But Horst put it aside.

Having it is one thing, but how to keep it after you have it is another.

As long as this thing is done, it won't be important.

What matters are two other things.

Exquisite coated paper with a series of roses printed around it.

Even more beautiful numbers are written on it in beautiful perfume body.

After reading it several times, Horst felt that his eyes became brighter.

Touching it is like touching the whole world.

Ahem.

Horst coughed a few times, carefully put the check into the compartment of his hat, and then opened the dangerous goods possession permit that K mentioned.

With this, many dangerous supplies can be purchased from legal channels. Otherwise, they can only be bought from the hands of those black-hearted profiteers in Flame Tongue. Every time you make a purchase, your heart will bleed.

After patting the permit with satisfaction and putting it in his pocket, Horst hesitated for a moment and pointed to the new cane.

A tentacle immediately got out, rolled up the cane and quickly retracted it until it was handed to Horst's hand.

Horst patted the beef soup in praise, then walked out of 103 with his chest puffed out.

"Mrs. Jennifer, Mr. William... if room 102 is ready, remember to let me know."

"It will be ready when you come back in the evening. You can come back to me to get the key. Um... did you twist your neck last night? Otherwise, why are you always holding your head up?"

Otherwise, how could it suddenly appear that I am carrying twelve golden Georges?

Horst didn't go far before he jumped on a passing bus.

Buses and carriages generally do not pick up passengers midway and have fixed stops. However, the doors of carriages are often left open, and if someone is willing to jump on, the coachman will not stop him, but...

"The billing starts from the last stop, boy, Fifteen Mira, who told you not to start from the next stop."

Gee, the people in the Rangers Guild are still so vicious. I heard that you owe the Guild a few Lukas every day when you open your eyes?

Horst muttered to himself, threw a few Miras over, and bent down to enter the carriage. Just as he found a seat to sit down, he suddenly looked around him in surprise.

There was actually a woman sitting next to him.

In this era, few women are willing to take a public carriage.

Although there is no legal regulation, women always attract strange looks when they hitchhike, even people like Monica are not willing to do so.

But sitting in front of him was a willing girl, and she was also a young girl.

He was about twenty-three or four years old, wearing a men's plaid coat and a visor with a brim.

The woman was carrying a large, bulging backpack on her back, which seemed to contain hard objects such as drawing boards.

Although it attracted everyone's attention, the woman looked calm. Whenever someone looked at her, she would raise her chest and look directly at the person, and finally forced the other person to lower his head in embarrassment before giving up.

But when she saw Horst sitting next to her and looking at her, the woman did not fight back. Instead, she looked at Horst curiously. After looking at Horst for a long time, she tilted her head and asked softly: "Are you Mr. Horst?"

Horst was stunned for a moment, thinking that he seemed to have no foreign debt, then nodded and said: "Do you know me?"

There is a kind of capable beauty in the woman's appearance, but there is always a cunning and narrow look in her eyes: "I don't know you, but I know you."

"Um?"

"Horst Drom of Vera Street, the awakened one from the Flame Tongue..."

"Huh?" Horst looked the woman up and down. People who would say this were usually awakened themselves.

"Born in December 1948, I lost my memory once at the end of 1972. Then I gained a physique that attracted mysteries and was exposed to mysterious events more than 40 times. I just woke up the day before yesterday. After awakening, I single-handedly helped the Hall of Justice solve the cafe tragedy. and the sewer cult case.”

"It's not a one-man effort." Hoss was stunned and corrected, "I'm just doing a favor to the police department, and the people from the Watch also put in a lot of effort."

"Okay, I get it." The woman took out a notebook from somewhere and started writing quickly, "Mr. Horst criticized the Office of Justice for forcing civilians to participate in police activities, and said that even if the police department uses its full strength, it cannot deal with the enemy. We also need help from civilians.”

Horst's mouth trembled: "Hey, are you a reporter?"

"You guessed it right." The girl smiled and shook her notebook. "I am Naven, a reporter from the Mingyue City Investigator. Nice to meet you."

Horst smiled and said with interest: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. How can I help you?"

"Huh? Why do you ask?"

"Otherwise, if you took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me, it wouldn't be because I am full of gentlemanly temperament today."

"You are indeed very elegant, but I need more news about the explosion at Viscount Sta's Palace and the pipeline explosion at Station Square last night. Those blue dogs covered the news too tightly."

"It was a gas pipeline explosion. Didn't it appear in the newspapers?"

"Did you know that in order to obtain inside information, some newspapers are willing to pay twenty luka in exchange for reliable information?"

"That's not okay. This matter is related to the dignity of the kingdom's nobles and the safety of the city. It must not be disclosed at will."

"Wow, I also heard that if the identity of the person who reveals the information is trustworthy enough, the information fee can be increased to fifty rukka."

"Hiss..." Horst gritted his teeth, "Why are you investigating this matter? Hasn't the city government already issued an administrative order? If all regular newspapers don't want to... Wait, what kind of newspaper did you say you were? "

"Mingyue City Investigator Report."

"What's the relationship with the Mingyue City Investigator?"

"Who knows, maybe it was during the day when the name was chosen."

"I see..." Horst's mouth twitched. This girl is just a tabloid reporter, and she doesn't seem to have a very high bottom line.

"Well, since fifty rukka alone can't make you change your mind, let me add a little more. I can also provide you with some information in exchange."

"What information?"

"Abigail, Lord of Shadows, Lyle, Lord of Deception, what are their historical stories?"

Horst narrowed his eyes and stared at Ms. Naven silently.

"You have to know that in the eyes of reporters, there are no secrets in the world. If there are, dig them out." Ms. Naven smiled and jumped up, "This stop is Justice Square, where are you going?" Come on. I'll wait for you in the cafe in front. After you finish your work, if you are interested, come to the cafe to find me. Goodbye, Mr. Zhuomu."

With that said, without waiting for the carriage to stop, he jumped out of the carriage lightly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk, what a personality."

Horst curled his lips, jumped off the carriage, and stepped onto the platform of Justice Square.

There were not too many people in the square in the morning, at least the peak occupancy of the detention room of the Hall of Justice had not yet reached.

Horst looked around on the platform and saw a sneaky figure on the side of the road.

This man was wearing a blue trench coat and men's formal clothes, and he bought a few sticky honey cookies from a stall in a secretive manner.

"Some people don't do their duty well and sneak out to buy sweets."

Horst suddenly jumped out, startling Monica, and the biscuit she brought to her mouth almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Horst caught it in time and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's too sweet to eat something so sweet again. It's not delicious."

"I didn't invite you to eat." Monica gave a false kick and walked towards the watcher's station, "What are you doing here?"

"I have something to ask you." Horst said seriously, "What if I have a friend who accidentally leaks information about Viscount Star's Mansion?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

"What about the information about the sewer leaked?"

"How many times do you like to have your head cut off?" Monica glared at him, thought for a while and said angrily, "Tell that 'friend' of yours, don't leak anything about Julian. This is the bottom line, my bottom line. "

"Thanks, in exchange for the information, I'll treat you to steak."

It's hard to say whether he'll eat the steak or not, but he has already picked up another honey biscuit and hasn't had breakfast yet when he left:

"I want to see K. Is she there?"

"It just so happens that not only K is here, but that person is too."

"One billion gold George?"

"Yes, Your Highness Princess." Monica said with a gloomy face, "This is not good news. It is said that there has been something strange in the Principality of Novikins."

"War could come at any time."

It's eight o'clock in the evening. Let’s start pushing the main line crazily. The main line was pushed late and it was a bit of a failure. By the way, I want to adjust my mood and find my feelings. The previous ten or so chapters felt too utilitarian.