Shadow Apostle

"I also found something, and I hope to inform K as soon as possible. It should also be related to the Novikins Principality."

"Not now, I'm not lazy to buy sweets." Monica said seriously, "I can't get in, you see."

Taking Horst to the corner of a building, Horst breathed heavily.

After turning the corner, you can see several buildings including the Scarecrow branch.

At this time, the entire area was filled with chills.

There were almost no people on the streets.

Only fifty or sixty men in khaki uniforms guarded all the intersections.

Several strange carriages are located in different locations.

A long chimney protruded from the carriage, billowing black smoke.

Four uniformed men stood beside each carriage, holding strange-looking rifles covered with gears. A hose connected the rifle to the carriage.

Whenever the scream of steam came from the top of the carriage, the gears on the rifle rotated faster.

But what really made Horst nervous were the four soldiers patrolling the streets.

On their bodies, they wore uniformly styled steam mechas.

The two-meter-tall mecha is entirely wrapped in metal, with only its face covered by a transparent openable glass mask.

The mecha carries a huge high-pressure steam bottle on its back, and the bottle is connected to the mecha. As the mecha moves, thin streams of steam will erupt from the mecha's exhaust pipe every few dozen seconds.

This is a man's romance.

The moment Horst saw the mecha, his eyes widened.

I just want to go over and touch it.

But looking at the surrounding atmosphere, I gave up the idea.

"Hurry up."

A steam armor returned to the carriage, snorting, and thick steam came out around its body.

Then two guards in yellow uniforms rushed up, pulled out two pipes from the carriage, and inserted them into the mecha and the high-pressure gas cylinder.

The mecha's mask was opened, and someone inserted a straw into it. After taking a few sips, the mask was put down again.

Bang bang, the pipe was disconnected, and the steam armor stood up straight again amidst the snorting sound, and continued to patrol along the street with a bang.

"Several officers of the Border Force 'Defender' returned to the city to report their duties to Marquis Wien." Monica explained in a low voice, "This is the special service team of the 'Defender', and the roads were blocked early this morning. , I can’t even get in.”

"Huh? Why did you come to the Hall of Justice to report to Marquis Wein?" Horst then slapped his forehead, "I understand, Billion Gold George is here, and they are actually reporting to her."

"Well..." Monica looked at the soldiers and steam armor of the brigade, and sighed softly, "We can only wait until they finish reporting their duties. If not, you can come back in the afternoon. Waiting is a waste of time."

Horst rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and suddenly said with a smile: "Dear Ms. Veronica, I have been under your care for a year, how about buying you a cup of coffee?"

As he spoke, he gestured towards a cafe not far behind him. Through the glass of the cafe, he could see a lady in a plaid coat waving in this direction.

Monica's expression suddenly became strange, she stared at Horst sideways and said, "Invitation?"

Horst smiled, stroked his chest, bowed, and said sincerely: "I have taken care of you so many times, Ms. Veronica. Although it is just a cup of coffee, this means..."

Monica kept the same expression and interrupted Horst directly: "Invitation?"

"Yes." Horst's expression fell. "I have never invited you to drink coffee. Although I have to negotiate a deal with someone this time, I will take this opportunity to..."

"Walk."

Monica didn't listen at all. She fluttered her cloak, turned around and walked towards the cafe with her sword in hand. However, as she turned around, the corners of her tense mouth seemed to curl up.

Why are the people I meet so unique?

Horst froze on the spot for a full second, then shrugged and chased after him with his cane in hand.

"Who is that?"

"Tabloid reporter." Horst thought for a while and added, "She should be an awakened person, at least he knows the world of awakened people very well."

"Isabella Naven?" Monica paused for a moment before continuing, "If it's her, this person is simply a disgrace to reporters. How come you have anything to do with her?"

"Huh? What did she do?"

"Converting truth and falsehood, exaggerating facts, distorting original intentions, and sensationalizing news." Monica sighed, "Basically not a word of the news she concocted is true, but it is quite popular with readers. This person carries several The department is secretly wanted, and only those tabloids dare to use her articles."

"Aren't those tabloids afraid of getting into trouble?"

"The new version of the Kingdom's Public Opinion Law makes concessions to the press. As long as the newspapers are not concocted by themselves as fake news, they do not have to bear responsibility. As for whether the people who concocted the news dare to write it, that is their own business."

"Since you are a wanted criminal, don't you plan to..."

"Beyond her responsibilities, she has no right to deal with it, and she has no interest in it." Monica shrugged coolly, "Our watchmen are responsible for mysterious-related events, and she is useless because she is mysterious-related. And she actually didn't do anything bad. Her biggest hobby is to concoct news and make trouble without any benefit, and the watchmen don't bother to care about her. Moreover, those rewards are all secret, and on the surface she is still a legal citizen."

"What about integrity?"

"I don't know, the transaction should be okay. I haven't heard any rumors about her being untrustworthy." Monica added, "But you still have to be careful. This person is seemingly a believer in Traveler Wind Silo, but there are It is rumored that she has contact with some cultists. But there is no evidence and she has not taken any action, so no one can be sure. Anyway, be vigilant, you have also seen a human-faced mouse, that is the standard image of a cultist."

Horst nodded and opened the door of the cafe for Monica.

The cafe had just opened in the morning, and there was almost no one inside. There was only one clerk yawning at the counter.

But when he saw Horst and Monica's clothes, he immediately stood up straight.

Monica ignored Ms. Naven, found a seat and ordered two cups of coffee and two plates of desserts. After a little hesitation, she changed one of the plates to nuts.

Horst sat in front of Isabella Naven, looked around and confirmed that no one was around, then he hid the existence of Minnie and the identity of Princess Sophia in the Viscount Mansion and the underground waterway. and some personal details of the Burnt family, the rest was briefly described to Ms. Naveen.

"I cannot reveal the specific content due to professional ethics. At least wait until the mission report is over before I consider relaying it to you."

"Wow, so detailed." Ms. Navin looked at Horst in surprise, "Mr. Zhuomu, why did your attitude suddenly change so much and become so generous?"

"Because reporters dig up secrets. I don't want a lady who peeps into secrets to stare at me all the time. It would be fine if I were just an ordinary reporter, but I also heard some special rumors." Horst smiled and said, He said, "I'm being generous. Maybe the information I get back will contain more content from 'special rumors'."

"But your gift is of no use to me at all." Ms. Naven tilted her head in distress, and finally sighed, "Well, since you are so generous, I will try my best to tell you everything I know. "

Horst raised his hand to indicate that he should continue.

"Abigail was besieged, fell completely, and the church fell apart, but her priesthood was not transferred. You know what this means."

"Maybe she hasn't fallen yet?"

"It should be said that she is not dead yet." Ms. Naven described it casually, "But gods are not like mortals. It is impossible to falsify whether they have fallen or not. The changes in the world have definitely proved that she has fallen, and if she has not fallen, , it is impossible for so many gods not to discover one. This creates a paradox."

Horst nodded, he had also considered these things.

"So, some gods and masters who are interested in this have made a guess." Ms. Naven leaned forward and lowered her voice and said, "Abigail is actually hiding in the fantasy world."

Horst looked puzzled.

"It seems that you don't understand the gods and the fantasy world. The existence and regularity of the gods are very huge. Even the present world cannot bear the arrival of their bodies, so they can only influence the present world with their will. Even the present world They can't even get in, let alone the lower-level fantasy world. Without relying on believers to transfer, they can't even penetrate the fantasy world with their consciousness. Therefore, theoretically, it is impossible for Abigail to sneak into the fantasy world. But sneaking into the fantasy world This is the only reasonable explanation now."

"Isn't there any way?"

"Maybe, but I don't know." Naven shook his head and said, "I once speculated that maybe she took advantage of the opportunity of her death to sneak into the fantasy world through other means. If this is the case, then her fall will become very interesting. That’s why I pay special attention to the history between her and the Lord of Deception.”

Horst's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded secretly in his mind. He recalled his previous discussion with Miss Berndt, and he always felt that the Lord of Shadows had arranged his funeral in advance before being attacked by surprise. If what Naven said is true, then this question can be explained.

But if that's the case...

"What's her purpose?" Horst asked.

"Before her death, she did seem to have some plans, but the gods kept silent about it. No one announced what she was planning, but there should be something planned."

"Ms. Naven, is it possible that someone in the fantasy world is also searching for her? Have they been searching for hundreds of years?"

"There was indeed a master who looked for her out of curiosity, but he didn't know about her for hundreds of years. He just gave up when he couldn't find her."

Horst sighed, maybe there was one more person who hadn't given up.

Is Beef Soup just looking for her, so he keeps looking for those possible masters?

"Looking for a master? There is no way to find a master. Each master is hidden very deep. Once discovered by other masters, he will probably suffer heavy losses." Naven shook his head, "Besides, seeing how sincere your transaction just now is, if you Let me remind you something."

"Um?"

"Although the masters have given up, Lyle, the Lord of Thieves and Fraud, and several of his allies have not given up. They are always trying to find ways to find Abigail in the fantasy world."

Horst's heart tightened, thinking of the mysterious black shadow's attack on the Berndt family, and the entire subsequent actions.

Are these all actions to find the Lord of Shadows?

"What will happen if they find it?"

Horst asked.

"If they really find it, they will be able to directly destroy your existence through contact, and the rest will have nothing to do with you."

Horst felt his eyes twitching, and he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

If what Naven said is true, then they must not be allowed to get what they want.

No matter what conspiracy they are brewing, they cannot be allowed to succeed.

It would be best to take advantage of the beef soup and find Abigail first.

Damn this fantasy world, my mysterious qualities shouldn’t just tie me to this kind of ghost place.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his musings.

When he looked up, he saw Monica's face.

The reporter in front of him had left at some point, and Monica sat in front of him with coffee.

"She has been gone for a few minutes and I didn't stop her."

Monica placed the coffee and nuts in front of Horst. Just as she was about to continue speaking, she suddenly turned her head towards the window.

The troops blocking the streets in the distance began to move.

The debriefing should be over.

But her professional instincts made her realize something was wrong.

A few people were in places they weren't supposed to be.

Intention unknown.

At the same time, the door of a building in the middle of the security position had been opened. Several policemen and soldiers came out one after another, lined up in two lines at the door, and waited respectfully.

Waiting for the people inside to come out.

If you write it, post it, and redefine 8 o'clock.

In addition, 107-109 secretly changed some descriptions. Some people said that Tsathoggua's character was too low, so I slightly changed the dialogue and other things to strengthen its character. There is no fundamental change, just a change in body shape. Don’t think you are hallucinating later.