Shadow Apostle

"Outside, outside, the airship crashed and the Hall of Justice building was smashed."

"Extraordinary number, extra number, Her Royal Highness the Princess came to visit in advance and appeared at the scene of the accident to express condolences to the injured."

"Extraordinary number, extra number, wearing military uniforms and sneaking into the princess's escort team with evil intentions? The man in black's affair with the princess was exposed? Is there a fight between the two parties?

It has a population of more than 600,000 and covers an area of ​​1,000 square kilometers.

Accidents in one area or one place cannot make other people feel the same.

A few kilometers away it looked like the end was coming, but on the other side it was calm.

I can only try to feel the chaos and...dirtyness in the news from the ink on the newspaper?

What secret affair was revealed.

Sure enough, it was the Mingyue City Investigator. This damn reporter must be seeking revenge.

Thanks to the photography technology of this world, otherwise I would be a public figure.

Hearing the hoarse shouts of the newsboy outside the window, Horst looked away from the newspaper in the hands of the passengers next door.

When he turned around, he saw the small tentacles coming out of the cuffs.

Be careful in public places.

Horst flicked his finger on the suction cup of the small tentacle, causing it to shrink back aggrievedly.

After adjusting his cuffs, Horst jumped off the bus.

It's almost late autumn.

The autumn wind blows from the open surface of the Wendy River, bringing with it a hint of chill.

As the poet Platt of the era of Morandor II said, the river valley is the most beloved child of the autumn wind.

It gets colder here earlier than elsewhere.

Horst tightened his windbreaker, put on his top hat to block the dazzling afternoon sun, and looked around this legendary city full of the smell of money.

The cafe where the incident happened a few days ago is still under lockdown.

But there are already people nearby pointing fingers.

The surrounding roads have long been restored to traffic, and people are coming and going again.

This financial center, where every inch of land is at a premium, will always remain fast and efficient.

Looking up, there are several huge billboards erected on the top of every tall building around.

The billboards that I took for granted in my previous life are new in this world.

Loan, loan, loan.

Borrow early and enjoy early, and get discounts later.

Mortgage your land, and Minsheng Company will work with you to strive for a richer tomorrow.

Overwhelming loan advertisements appear on the roofs of every few buildings.

The name of Minsheng Company above was particularly dazzling in Horst's eyes.

As soon as he saw this name, Horst's eyes flashed to Mr. William's mutilated body, as well as the rubbish that had lost its owner in Warehouse No. 4.

Is this a deep, all-round cooperation?

Sighing, Horst turned his attention to one of the most magnificent Baroque-style buildings.

A two-story building nearly 100 meters long.

That's Riverside Bank, the largest bank in Mingyue City.

However, as soon as he approached the bank, Horst's pace slowed down.

A large group of ragged people gathered in front of the bank.

Get out of this black-hearted company.

Give us back the land we were defrauded from.

Bankers who collude with vampire companies should go to jail.

A large group of people dressed in rags blocked the entrance of the bank, shouting loudly from time to time. Many passers-by huddled in corners and whispered, while people in the bank looked out from the glass windows and pointed from time to time.

"Get out, get out of Mingyue City."

The slogans became louder and louder, but some people in the crowd rolled their eyes, looked sideways at the crowd around them, and picked up a stone from the ground without paying attention.

"The blood-sucking company that defrauded the land should go see the master."

Shouting, he threw rocks at the bank window.

boom.

The throw was accurate, and the glass shattered with a crisp sound.

Then there were screams of terror from the bank.

The people shouting slogans outside were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

However, just seconds after the glass shattered, a sharp whistle came from the side of the building.

both sides.

The whistle sounded like a guide, and a group of blue-uniformed men waving batons emerged from each wing of the building.

These people seemed to have gathered together a long time ago. They rushed toward the gathering crowd while blowing whistles.

"The police are coming." Someone shouted, and everyone immediately ran away.

The one who threw the stone also followed behind his companion, holding his head and running away quickly.

However, as soon as he ran two steps, for some reason, he seemed to be tripped by his own shadow, and fell directly on the spot, hitting the ground without any buffer.

When he raised his head, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The man in blue uniform behind him had already caught up. Seeing the others running further and further away, he simply punched and kicked the people on the ground.

The beating made him whimper.

"Don't hit, don't hit, you hit the wrong person, it's me."

"The one I hit is you."

Another round of glue sticks followed, and no one paid attention to Horst who was passing by.

With a slight sigh, Horst walked slowly towards the bank.

This time, she helped Princess Sofia solve a big problem. With her style, it was impossible for her to do it in vain. She would probably take the initiative to give it to her soon.

As for her and K's commission, we can only consider it in the long term and investigate it slowly. For now, important things should take priority.

Touching the smooth and hard paper in his pocket, Horst smiled.

Get your money out and go on a shopping spree.

The furniture in 102 should be enough, there is no need to add any more for now.

But some necessary bullets and potions must be prepared.

It doesn't matter when you're alone, but now that you're open for business, you have to behave professionally.

Why did you get out again?

Horst touched the cold surface of the small tentacles, feeling a little strange.

The little thing has been so quiet for so long, why did it suddenly become active?

Um……

Horst suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

I'm afraid it won't happen again.

"Sir, sir, welcome."

Fortunately, Horst didn't feel anything strange when he stepped through the door, which made him sigh in relief.

As soon as he entered the door, two waiters in white shirts and black vests greeted him.

As soon as his eyes swept over Horst, he immediately became extremely respectful. Even the angle of his bend deepened by fifteen degrees, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth also raised a lot.

"If you need any help, please tell me."

"Exchange." Horst waved the check under his arm, then patted the waiter on the shoulder in a less than polite manner, "Take me over."

There was still no response from the spiritual sense. Could it be that this little guy was just excited?

Horst was thinking about it when the waiter glanced at the check very covertly.

Well-trained, there was no change in his expression, and he still maintained the same posture as before. He took him to a semi-open workstation with a smile, and bowed carefully to leave.

The bank is covered with thick carpets, but the style is rather old.

There were not many people in the hall, only five or six people whispering in front of similar counters.

There seemed to be other people deep inside, and I didn’t know what they were talking about in the room.

The entire hall was quiet, which was in sharp contrast to the loud slogans outside.

Horst looked at the person opposite.

He is a man in his twenties, wearing a black formal suit, a single-sided spectacles, a mustache, and a rather capable look.

The other party didn't say much, and smiled and nodded at Horst.

Look at the name tag on his desk, Robert Duncan.

"Good morning, Mr. Duncan."

Horst said, pushing out the delicate check in his hand:

"Please help me exchange it for George."

"Huh? This is..." The young teller's eyes lit up and he fumbled with the check carefully, "This is a special check for the Qiangwei family. This signature... wait a minute."

As he said that, he moved a notebook from the side. It was densely packed with words. If you look closely, you can see that there are all kinds of signatures.

"Let me see, the royal family, Princess Sofia, my goddess Tina above, praising the Lord of Wealth, is actually true."

"What? Is it valuable?" Horst also became interested.

The young man glared at Horst with a look that seemed to hide disdain, but his expression remained polite: "If you collect 500 to 1,000 years, it should be worth 300 to 500 Georges, which is a huge sum of money." Payment is made.”

"Thank you. I think I may not live that long. If I can live that long, I won't be able to wait that long. You'd better redeem it for me."

Mr. Duncan sighed regretfully: "Then do you plan to withdraw the cash, or open an account for you in our bank and deposit it directly."

"Open an account?"

"Yes, we also have money deposit business. You can also write checks to others, but they can only be withdrawn at the Riverside Bank. Unlike the royal family's checks, they are accepted by all banks in the country." Mr. Duncan explained skillfully, "We The biggest advantage is that there are many branches, there are more than 50 across the country, basically all in big cities, and most importantly, our custody fee is the lowest, only 0.5% per year."

hiss.

Horst suddenly realized that the banks in this world did not even pay interest, but instead had to pay custody fees to the bank.

"Cash, please give me cash."

Duncan sighed regretfully, turned on a small light, and began to double check the authenticity of the check, while Horst looked around in the bank boredly.

"boom".

The door to the room where someone seemed to be at the end was pushed open.

There are indeed people.

The male businessman I saw in Mrs. Andor's restaurant walked out with two of his followers in high spirits.

Behind the two of them, a bank employee dressed similarly to Duncan and a middle-aged man in coarse peasant clothes also came out.

"Sir, what you gave is too little." The middle-aged man said sadly, "Two Georges, this money is not even enough to treat my wife and children. Sir, please be kind and give one more George. , a piece of land as big as ours was worth ten Georges a few months ago.”

"It's not me who made your crops wither. Whatever you plant on your land now will wither. When will your loan be repaid? That is to say, our Minsheng Company is kind and reluctantly spent two Georges to accept your debt and Land, I'm saving you. If you think it's not worth it, return the money to me now, and I'll return the sale deed to you right away."

Horst did not speak on the side, but gently stroked the beef soup that had come out again under the table.

He already understood why this guy suddenly became active.

Because when he saw the begging middle-aged man, Horst's eyes were suddenly covered by a bloody mist.

Unprecedented intensity means unprecedented power.

Before Horst could even look away, countless strange colors flashed before his eyes.

But it disappeared immediately and everything was business as usual.

He saw the middle-aged man's gray face again.

Bloodless and lifeless.

It was as if he was only one step away from death.

Horst frowned tightly.

There is definitely something wrong with this person. As a rule, you should hide as far away as possible and pretend you have never encountered him before.

However, their dispute at this time is obviously related to Minsheng Company. Could this be a sign of the mysterious world?

Or even his own characteristics, the guidance of his shadow guidance?

Horst was thinking quickly.

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his mouth.

Then he fell straight to the ground.

It was obviously a soft carpet, but it felt like he had fallen into a pile of dirt when he fell.

Throwing up dust all over the sky.

The previous chapter has been overhauled. Sorry everyone, I will try to avoid such modifications in the future. I've been adjusting my writing habits lately, and I'll slip back into my old bad habits from time to time without even realizing it, only to be surprised later. So this phenomenon of rework occurred. It will be fine once I get used to it, please bear with me.