Shadow Apostle

Miss Berndt subconsciously tightened her grip on the folding fan.

Horst also frowned under the mask.

This is a typical mysterious contact.

Without understanding, there is no way to detect or perceive, and the impact will be very small.

Just like what happened a few days ago when ordinary people couldn't see Bayaki.

And once you notice it, you may never be able to go back.

Since his awakening, Horst has never encountered such an unobservable situation.

I didn’t expect to watch it again today.

This is a very troublesome thing, because it means that this glowing thing is far more mysterious than the human-faced rats and other things encountered before.

"Mr. Kent." Horst patted Miss Berndt's arm gently to signal her to calm down. He tried to keep his voice calm, "Can you see the light outside?"

"Yes, sir, what's wrong?"

"What about before?"

"It didn't happen before, but I've been sick these past few days and went to bed early, so I don't know if it happened."

"When you took us to see the well just now, didn't you see the light? Did you see anything special?"

"I didn't see it, nothing special."

Horst nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, then let's go and take a look."

"Are you going to face it?" Miss Berndt opened the magazine of the folding fan and looked at the red ammunition inside. "I brought enough acid bombs and flame bombs today."

"Now that the connection has been established, there's no point in hiding here."

Horst took out Serena and turned the magazine around. With a flick of his wrist, he threw it back:

"We have to see what is spying on us, otherwise it would be too rude. Mr. Kent, please lead the way."

"First of all, sir, what exactly is that thing, and why do you..."

Kent was just a farmer, and his eyes widened when he saw the two of them suddenly taking out the contraband.

"We have a permit." Horst took out the dangerous goods permit and waved it, "As for that light, if nothing else, it was what your wife saw, and it was also the culprit that made your whole family sick and the crops withered. ”

Kent's face was obviously distorted for a moment, and then he picked up a pitchfork from the door: "Sir, I will go with you right now."

As soon as I opened the door, the coolness of the night hit my face.

Miss Burnt's carriage was still outside the door, and the driver was sitting lazily in the cockpit, turning a blind eye to the light on the side of the house.

As soon as he saw his master coming out, he immediately cheered up and stood up.

Miss Berndt waved her hand to indicate that she was not leaving yet, and followed the other two people around to the well on the side of the farmhouse.

A faint shimmer of light was overflowing from the mouth of the well, casting a hazy layer around it.

It didn't even form a beam of light, it could only cover the area around the wellhead.

It seems that the unknown mystery should be hidden at the mouth of the well.

Horst and Miss Berndt looked at each other and nodded at the same time. You can't see the expression under the mask, but you can see the nervous look in the other person's eyes.

Miss Berndt took a deep breath and was about to raise her gun and move forward.

But he was immediately pulled back by Horst.

"Now I am also an awakened one."

Horst glared at her, lit the lighter, and threw the flame behind her. The brightness of the flame was higher than the light in the well mouth, and a blurry shadow extended directly to the well mouth.

"Characteristics, compassion."

Miss Berndt's palm pressed on Horst's shoulder, and the misty hymn sounded in Horst's ears again.

He gave a thumbs up to Miss Burnt without looking back, and then with a cane in one hand and a revolver in the other, he stepped on the shadow and approached the well mouth.

Looking down.

Nothing.

There was only the shimmering entrance of the well, and the dark, deep bottom below.

There is no special object, no luminous object, it seems that there is only light itself.

Is this thing light itself?

impossible.

Horst immediately rejected his idea.

There are many things that shine, but pure light belongs to the power of the sun god Sur.

Mystery cannot exist in the form of pure light unless it transcends the divinity of Sur.

But what else could it be but light?

He secretly poked the beef soup wrapped around his wrist.

But the little tentacles just moved lazily, as if they were not interested in the things around them at all.

It seems that this thing is not what it is interested in. Does it have nothing to do with the master of the fantasy world?

Horst turned around and made a temporary safety gesture.

Miss Burnt came up with Kent.

Looking at the wellhead that was shining for no reason in front of him, he was in a daze.

Horst took the pitchfork from Kent's hand, reached into the well and poked it several times, choosing the glowing position in particular, and poked repeatedly.

However, the feedback from the hand was very clear: it was empty.

At most, the color is more eye-catching where it is illuminated.

Bang bang.

The pitchfork poked the wall of the well, then reluctantly took it back.

The glowing wellhead looked like a big open mouth, emitting silent ridicule.

"We... made a mistake?" Jessica looked at the well mouth repeatedly and said to herself tangledly.

"Probably not. Don't forget your and my reactions just now. It's basically a natural reaction after we gradually understand its existence. This reaction is difficult to fake."

"I understand, but..." Jessica pointed to the wellhead and said, "Except for being brighter and brighter, there is nothing. Even the invisibility may have been tried by you just now. Or maybe it is just like you. , hiding in the shadows?”

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Horst suddenly recalled the strange phenomena he sensed when he touched the plants.

In the dark environment, there is light coming from behind.

It was colorful light.

"Where do you think the colors are more vivid?"

"It will definitely be illuminated by the light, huh?" Jessica quickly turned back and looked at it a few more times, "It is indeed a little brighter. Are you saying this is its camouflage color? But you just poked it."

"I'm wondering if there is a possibility." Horst said with a wry smile, "The bright color itself is what we are looking for? Is this theoretically possible?"

"Conceptual mystery?"

"It seems there is one, do you know how to deal with it?"

Jessica shook her head vigorously.

A red blob is easily destroyed.

But how can the very concept of a mass of red be destroyed?

"It's too remote. I've only heard of this title."

Horst stood still for a long time, then suddenly raised the pitchfork and thrust it hard into the brightly colored area.

There was a muffled sound.

The power of the Awakened One is indeed not small, and he just smashed a piece of the well wall.

But it still remains bright there, and I wonder if the mystery above is unaffected.

Horst exhaled heavily and shook his head.

"It's okay, Mr. Horst, don't worry yet, anyway, it won't have a direct impact on us in the short term."

"That's right." Horst turned back and walked towards the farmhouse, "Let's stay here tonight and see what happens during the day tomorrow. Since Mr. Kent can't see it during the day, maybe it won't appear during the day. Let’s think of another way, now that the situation is unclear, we won’t take the risk and continue to check.”

"Hmm. You really should stay one night, otherwise it will be difficult to understand its characteristics."

"Miss, do you want to stay tonight?"

Before Horst could answer, the coachman of the Berndt family heard it from a distance and said in surprise:

"Didn't you say that you would go back to treat the old lady and the young lord tonight? You also said that Miss Minnie is also waiting for you. Do you need to rush back?"

"I've changed my mind. Things here are more troublesome. I'll set up some chairs for you tonight, and you can barely survive the night."

Tsk, I didn’t change my mind until I got here.

Horst shrugged secretly.

Although I usually don't stay out overnight because of the beef soup, today is different and I can't leave today.

Yes, we will have to monitor the situation tomorrow.

It seems Jessica thinks so too, what a coincidence.

Um? etc.

What a coincidence?

What a coincidence in a mysterious world?

Horst suddenly stopped.

Jessica and Kent took a few steps to react before Jessica could not help but turn around with a confused look.

"Miss Burnt, you..."

"What did you call me?" Jessica stared at Horst dissatisfied.

"I'm talking about Miss Jessica." Horst sighed softly, "When did you change your mind?"

"Probably when I first came here, I thought it couldn't be solved in one day, so I might as well spend the night."

Horst felt that his mind was quite confused.

Do I really need to risk my beef soup being discovered by staying the night?

It seems really necessary, otherwise what if there are other changes at night?

Other changes can wait until tomorrow.

But tomorrow we won’t have first-hand information, we have to stay overnight.

No, why do I keep convincing myself to stay?

These are my thoughts, but why do I have these thoughts?

At this moment, Horst felt his hair standing on end.

He took a deep breath and asked tentatively: "But have you considered whether your status is really suitable for staying overnight?"

"Huh?" Jessica was stunned.

Horst sighed secretly. A young lady from a wealthy family had to make a lot of preparations to stay at other nobles' homes. Now she just casually spends the night at a farmer's house?

The next day he would become the laughing stock of the nobles across the country.

"But, but..."

Before she could say anything, Horst took her arm and pulled her two steps away, whispering something in her ear.

Jessica was a little confused, but she still said: "Mr. Kent, if not this, you can just sell me the fields and manor."

Kent was stunned and immediately replied loudly: "I won't sell it, I definitely won't sell it."

"I bought it at the normal market price, and I paid off your loan for you."

"It won't be sold, no matter how much money it is."

"Okay, let's make a compromise. You move out with your family for a few days, and I'll find a place for you to live."

"If we don't move, this is my home and we are not going anywhere."

The more Horst listened, the colder he felt in his heart. This was when Jessica realized something was wrong.

The two of them turned their attention to the wellhead at the same time, and then exchanged a look.

It doesn't want us to leave.

It interferes with our thinking and makes us actively look for various reasons to stay.

It's one thing to understand, but the word 'go' can never be said out loud.

Horst stood there and clenched his fists, but could not move forward or retreat.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something.

Snapped.

Grabbing Jessica's hand, Horst pulled her close to him.

His wrist jerked.

With a crash, the cane broke into pieces and turned into a long, multi-jointed whip.

Then he swung it around his head a few times and smashed it towards the color at the mouth of the well.

In this world, only mystery can fight against mystery.