Shadow Apostle

Everyone in Mingyue City knows it.

The city has three major commercial streets.

In addition to Rose Avenue in the Rose District, it is famous for its highest-end prices and services.

Jinniu Street near the Station Square in the Cross District sells many daily necessities, while Jade Plaza near the Twin Point Pier in the Twin Towers District is full of overseas treasures. Each has its own characteristics, but they are both the main places for ordinary people to go shopping.

However, these are the thoughts of outsiders who have recently moved to Mingyue City.

Real residents of Mingyue City never go to these 'places that deceive foreigners'.

They go to Bluebell Lane.

Located in the Twilight Zone, it existed thirty years before the airport was established.

An 800-meter-long gentle slope.

It was once the last refuge for folk craftsmen.

Under the huge impact of industrial production, craftsmen gathered on this slope to make a last-ditch effort.

There is no doubt that it failed.

Unlike their most high-end counterparts on Rose Street, the craftsmen of Bluebell Lane are not irreplaceable in any way. They are crushed to pieces without any resistance before the tide of the times.

But traditions and shopping habits remain.

Most of the products here are more traditional, cost-effective, and not so industrial...industrial products.

In short, you are lying to yourself.

Then Horst's leather shoes were stepped on.

But Monica didn't have time to argue with him too much.

Look at this long ramp, look at the shop fronts on both sides that emphasize both old and new, and look at the dazzling array of products in the roadside windows.

Monica felt like she had forgotten all her worries.

Is there any more stress-relieving activity than walking around the business district?

Of course there is, that is to grab a reluctant friend and go shopping together.

"So, if I remember correctly, you took me shopping today."

Holding a full package in his hand, Horst was standing on the roadside doubting life.

His only thought now is that creatures like women are simply more terrifying than any mysterious alien creature.

Especially when they go to the store.

At this time, Monica has completely changed her appearance.

The loose and flexible men's clothing has long been received somewhere.

Monica was wearing a black satin dress at this time. Her tall figure paired with the long dress made her even more graceful.

On her head was a wide-brimmed sun hat with two feathers stuck on it. On her feet was a pair of dark red high-heeled shoes. Under her skirt, black stockings were looming.

The only thing that ruined the image was the sword in his hand.

Although he wears a scabbard, it still doesn't fit in with his outfit.

"It's not like you didn't buy it." Monica looked a little embarrassed.

"I didn't buy a few things, but your outfit is complete."

Muttering in his mouth, Horst looked around, and under Monica's incomprehensible gaze, he got into a small store on the roadside.

This time there was no half-hour of haggling, and he came out again in less than a minute.

He was holding a large white parasol in his hand.

The umbrella cover with dark floral flowers looks low-key and restrained.

Horst grabbed Monica's sword and compared it with him, then stuffed it into the parasol. It could indeed be stuffed in. Although the hilt of the sword was partially exposed, it just happened to overlap with the handle of the umbrella, so it was not an eyesore at all.

"Here, it won't be conspicuous this way."

Monica squinted at Horst with a rather strange look, and after looking at it for several seconds, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Two Luca, I didn't pay for this."

Horst pressed his chest with a look of despair.

Monica sneered, grabbed the parasol, and held it in her hand like a sword.

After a little gesture, I felt it was a little awkward, and after adjusting for a long time, I found a comfortable position to hang it on my arm.

"I accepted the gift. I will redouble my efforts in the special training in the evening. I will definitely be worthy of your two Lukas."

"Wait a minute, didn't you agree not to run today?"

Monica raised her head slightly and squinted at him with a condescending look looking down at an ant: "I'll take you to get beaten first. When the business is done, I'll hold you with my sword and run all the way back to Villa Street. So, accept the reality." , Mr. Horst Drom, this is a gift in return for this umbrella.”

"Bring it back to me and I'll go back now."

"It's late." Monica poked Horst's feet with a smile, "Okay, I spent a lot of money today, it's time to get down to business."

"Tsk, it costs fifty or sixty Lukas for one trip." Horst sighed, "You are really willing to give it up."

"Not much, a watchman's salary is more than you think."

"That old vampire master is actually willing to give up? She must have deducted our reward."

"There is nothing she can do. Incidents happen frequently in Mingyue City, and the budget is simply not enough. There are always trade-offs. In comparison, of course it is more important to give us adequate salaries, so we can only suffer for you."

Horst glared sideways at the gloating woman.

"When you couldn't pay the rent, didn't I also lend you money?" Monica blushed a little and explained angrily, "And it's not the price I set. Go and stare at Mrs. K. Look at you When I have no money, I cheat in the Flame Tongue, and I am also very..."

"Happy, right?"

"Pfft, that's right, I feel comfortable both physically and mentally. Okay, okay, now that Her Majesty Sophia is here, the Finance Department doesn't dare to go too far in front of her. It will definitely handle special matters, and at least the funds will be sufficient for a few months. Well, this month's crimson Moon, the hunters of Flame Tongue should be able to feel better."

"Crimson Moon..."

Horst's expression froze. Every month when the crimson moon is closest to the present world, the mystery becomes particularly active. For people who have been exposed to the mysterious world, this is often the most troublesome day. He originally traveled to this world. The world just happened to be on a crimson moon day, which left a deep impression on him.

"I almost forgot, this month's Crimson Moon is coming soon, and it's only in the past few days, right?"

"Well, if nothing else happens, it will be in three days, but that's not necessarily the case. It could be any day." Monica stopped and said, "Here we are, right here."

Morel \u0026 Sons Specialty Items Store.

Horst activated his spiritual sense, but there was no change in the sign. It seemed that the shop owner was just an ordinary person.

It was an ordinary-looking Victorian-style building with small windows and iron bars fixed inside. It looked like a detention room in the Hall of Justice.

Monica pushed open the heavy wooden door, but did not go in. Instead, she raised her parasol and knocked on the bell above the door a few times. After a jingling sound, an old and rude male voice inside shouted: "I know, come in." .”

"Otherwise, there might even be guns ready inside. Actually, that's about the same."

Monica took Horst into the store.

The light suddenly became dim, and several gas lamps came out of the wall, dancing with dim firelight.

Surrounded by several rows of shelves built into the wall, each grid is blocked by a heavy iron gate.

There were products vaguely displayed inside, but it was dim and difficult to distinguish without getting close. They were probably some firearms and bullets.

Opposite the door is a large counter covered with a cage, and a bearded man holding a pipe is sitting on the counter.

"It's Monica."

The bearded man dropped the high-pressure steam rifle in his hand and blew out a big puff of smoke:

"Don't you scarecrows have unified purchasing? Why did you come to my store by yourself?"

"Bring a friend to have a look." Monica pointed at Horst, "He has obtained the permit and can buy things from you."

The bearded man held a pipe in his mouth and hooked his fingers at Horst. Horst consciously handed over the dangerous goods possession permit.

"Horst Drom. Why does this name sound familiar?"

"The mysterious hunter of the Flame Tongue." Monica explained for him.

"Ah, I remembered that unlucky man who was born to attract mysterious people. I heard that someone saw him being chased half the Wendy River by a cursed stone statue two days ago."

Well, I was thrown in at the end. I must be awesome.

Horst smiled awkwardly but politely.

"It's stuck."

The bearded man threw back the permission and pulled a ring above his head.

There was a clanking sound of gears.

A door opened in the cage next to the counter.

"Come in, there are some ordinary firearms outside, nothing interesting to see. The mysterious things you use are inside."

Horst frowned and asked in a low voice: "He is an ordinary person, right? Is it really appropriate to be exposed to those mysterious and related things inside every day?"

"What's wrong with ordinary people?" The bearded man had already disappeared from behind the counter. With an inexplicable clicking sound, he walked around to the passage behind the cage door and waited for the two of them. "I've long been used to it. I was also a mysterious hunter back then. ,until……"

"Until an arrow hits the knee?"

"No."

The bearded man had already gone around to the corridor outside the counter, pulled off another pull ring, and closed the cage door tightly again.

Only then did Horst notice that he had no legs at all, but was sitting on two mechanical prosthetic legs.

It's thick and bulky, with gears and pipes exposed on the surface.

Every step he took made a heavy mechanical friction sound, and at the same time a faint steam came out, mixed with the smoke.

"Until I have no knees left to shoot arrows." The bearded man took the two of them deep into the cave with heavy steps. "Follow me. We just got a batch of good stuff yesterday. You are lucky."

Alas, the more I write every day, the more I feel guilty.