Shadow Apostle

The courtyard in front of the mansion is brightly lit at night.

More than a dozen servants came in and out, cleaning everything inside and out.

The long-dusted red carpet was moved out and laid out again at the door.

I haven't kept a band at home for a long time, but I can use a gramophone instead.

So the solemn yet lively sounds of ritual music resounded inside and outside the Earl's Mansion.

Two rows of gas lamps were lit sequentially from the gate to the mansion.

A four-horse carriage drove slowly along the avenue outside the mansion.

The magnificent four-wheeled carriage, with its emerald mahogany body carrying a fragrance that lingers all year round, is the privilege of the lord.

However, what hangs on the car door is not the lion and bear clan emblem of the lord Marquis Venn.

But the emblem of the rose on the shield.

That is the emblem of the Nordland royal family, the Rose Family.

Hold the royal emblem and visit on behalf of the royal family.

This is already an extremely high-standard form in the Kingdom of Norland.

One step further is a personal visit from the royal family.

But then the procedure would be dozens of times more complicated, and the reception would not be as simple as it is now.

The eldest daughter of the Burnt family, Miss Jessica Burnt, was standing in front of the gate in her best clothes.

Wearing a green lady's dress and a lady's hat with a white veil, she was bathed in the light and moonlight, with a decent smile on her face, watching the carriage getting closer and closer.

Smile appropriately.

But I was confused.

Although the Burnt family has maintained contact with the royal family for hundreds of years, they have actually become very distant.

Such a sudden and high-profile visit, especially a visit at night, is really not etiquette.

Because others will instinctively think...

The Burnt family was so valued that the royal family needed to visit them overnight for advice.

His reputation in the aristocratic circle was instantly raised several levels.

Miss Burnt really couldn't figure out how the royal family decided on such an inexplicable gift.

I'm just an awakened person, and I'm also a formal priest. I just changed out of the priest's uniform.

Why do we suddenly have to receive royal representatives?

I'm afraid.

However, regardless of whether she is afraid or not, she can only come forward now.

The old earl is dead, and his younger brother Connor can only be regarded as the 'acting' earl before he was a minor, and he is still recovering from illness.

In addition, her mother is even more unconscious, and now only Jessica, the eldest daughter, receives the royal family on behalf of the Burnt family.

What's more, with fear in his mind, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop curling up.

Although there may be a conspiracy, the opportunities hidden here for the dwindling family can be seen by even the dullest political sense.

Since I met you, I have always been pleasantly surprised these days.

You are my lucky star, Mr. Horst.

Miss Burnt turned and glanced at the third floor of the mansion.

It was also brightly lit there.

Horst, dressed in black and wearing a black hat, was there, watching the carriage representing the royal family drive into the courtyard.

The man in black formal attire that he had seen next to K was now wearing the official Nordland dress, a bright red dress, and a hat with colorful feathers. He walked out of the carriage and bowed to Miss Berndt.

Horst nodded.

Sophia is worthy of being the princess of the kingdom, but she is a better person than K, that old vampire master.

Without missing a day, the reward for preventing the war was delivered.

Since you are so self-conscious, it would be better to accept less of those colorful messages.

Charge one less luka.

Forget it, let’s just stick to one millimeter.

Shrugging, he took one last look and left the window.

We had a great conversation, but I don’t know what good we can get out of it.

I hope you like this gift, my brainless lady.

Horst smiled, returned to the desk, and picked up the ancient records that Jessica had tried so hard to find for him these days.

Turn down the gas lamp slightly and start reading under the light.

"The oracle has to be obeyed, but entering the fantasy world in this way is unheard of, and there is no way back. The Lord's decision is really..."

"The risks of the fantasy world are extremely high, even with a holy body, it is unbearable, not to mention that after the fall, the faith dissipates."

"The erosion of the fantasy world...what does that mean? The mysterious explosion...what is it?"

"On December 17, 3e1128, following the Lord's oracle, we evacuated the temple with the holy relics. Everything was as the Lord said. Praise the outside of the light, praise the edge of darkness. The glory of the Lord will surely shine on the Middle-earth continent again. "

"Lord, I have really come..."

"15%, 20%, 25%."

"The number of incidents is growing every month."

"The mysterious explosion is really coming. Praise the Lord, you are right."

"Sing praises to the Lord, trust in the Lord...May the Lord bless you, be holy."

Thick stacks of parchment paper, even different sizes.

Yes, it's parchment.

That was still a matter of the Third Age.

But this date looks so familiar, tsk tsk.

Horst looked at his birthday and curled his lips. Finally, there was something he could believe was a coincidence.

Horst read it again and finally had a certain understanding of this strange Lord of Shadows.

Ms. Naven is right, Abigail, the Lord of Shadows, really took the initiative to enter the fantasy world.

Moreover, it is suspected that he entered for the purpose of 'Fantasy World Corrosion' and 'Mysterious Explosion'.

It is not yet known what the Fantasy World Erosion is, but the mysterious outbreak seems to be an increase in the number of mysterious events.

Um? I seem to have heard it somewhere.

Horst remembered that Her Royal Highness the Princess came to Mingyue City because of the recent surge in mysterious incidents in the area.

But that was seven hundred years ago, and now it’s... huh?

There was a sudden itching sensation on my wrist.

Then, a small black tentacle sneakily came out of the cuff.

Tantan on the left, Tantan on the right.

Then he climbed onto the desk in front of him.

Horst looked at Beef Soup's movements, thought for a moment, and secretly moved his arm back.

The body that was about to climb onto the table fell into the air and stood upright in the air, twisting around blankly.

Finally I found the table and got down on it again.

Horst's arm retreated again.

Let it fail again.

Crack, crackle.

Beef Soup turned around without hesitation and slapped Horst on the face.

Then he climbed back onto the table.

Why are you angry again? It's so strange, you... stop it.

Horst broke out in cold sweat.

He found Beef Soup probing around and actually crawling onto those notes.

This is a family antique. If you eat it, you and I won't be able to afford the compensation if we sell it together.

But he immediately felt relieved.

Now it's not a large tentacle sticking out of the belly, it's just a small tentacle that won't damage the manuscript, and it just lies on it casually.

As for the mucus on the surface, it is not real mucus at all, but the embodiment of some kind of mystery. It looks like mucus, but in fact it will dissipate in a blink of an eye. Otherwise, if you are squeezed into the same bed every night, you will not be able to get the sheets and quilts. .

"Be careful, you actually like to lie on it."

Horst stretched out his hand to tap the beef soup that was exploring the pile of manuscripts, and picked up a few other ancient manuscripts. Just as he was about to read it, his fingers suddenly moved, and the beef soup retracted with a whoosh as if sensing his thoughts. cuff.

Because there was a rustling sound in Horst's ears.

It was tiny and small, as if something was crawling and crawling inside the wall.

what?

I won’t bring mystery with me wherever I go.

Horst frowned and held the cane placed next to the table.

He looked out the window and saw that the greeting was over. Miss Berndt should have welcomed the official representative into the living room for a while. It seemed that the two parties were having a good conversation.

Or is this thing aimed at the representative of the princess below?

The rustling crawling sounds were getting closer and closer, becoming more and more obvious.

Horst took a deep breath and held Serena in his hands.

Then he raised his cane and slowly approached the fireplace.

The sound came from inside.

Horst had just taken two steps closer when his voice suddenly became clear.

The next moment, a black shadow jumped out from the fireplace and jumped directly into Horst's face.

So fast.

The speed was so fast that Horst didn't even have time to react before he was directly hit in the face by something in the fireplace.

Bang, he was knocked to the ground.

Like a small animal, its short limbs were holding his head, covering his face and swinging his head from side to side.

It has the fragrance of soap locust and a smell of soot.

There were squeaking sounds from time to time during the shaking.

The hand that was about to take out the gun suddenly stopped.

He grabbed the opponent directly on the face and pulled the opponent off the face by the neck.

He held it in his hand and stared at the other person.

Sure enough, it was Minnie.

"Good evening, big brother."

The little guy seems to be in a good mood, at least he has a smile on his face:

"I was woken up and came over when I smelled Big Brother. Did Big Brother come to play with Minnie?"

"Honestly, big brother is not good at all." Horst rubbed his sore nose, "Next time, pay attention to the way you greet me. Also, why did you change back again?"

Yes, the little girl has transformed into a human-faced mouse again.

There was soot everywhere on the fur.

But she didn't care at all. Her four short legs were kicking around in the air, and she said matter-of-factly: "I'm looking for big brother, otherwise I can't get through."

No, my world is getting weirder and weirder.

Horst really didn't know what expression to make, so he could only sigh and put Minnie on the table.

"How are you doing today? Sister Jessica took you for a physical check-up?"

"Yes, the uncle bishop checked me out and said I was healthy and normal." Minnie waved her paw, "Actually, I know he was lying to me. I'm not normal at all, but I don't blame him."

Horst sighed and rubbed the little thing's head: "Even if you are very healthy, you can't run around at night. You can live here so that no one else sees you."

"No, no, I hid it well."

"That's good, remember to try not to be seen by others."

"I know, big brother, I haven't been like this for a day. Now I became like this just to find big brother." The little guy said seriously, "Sister Jessica said that it was only because of big brother that I could save me." , I must say thank you to big brother."

With that said, the little mouse jumped up and jumped on Horst.

She picked up his collar and pressed her face against him.

Give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Of course, at this moment, the door opened.

Jessica walked in with a smile on her face.

"Mr. Horst, I... hmm?"