Shadow Apostle

(Two things. First, please support the follow-up reading. Second, a rather controversial setting at the beginning is that the amount of the reward has been changed to one hundred luka instead of twenty luka. I hope everyone knows this. Third? Yesterday’s chapters thirty-five and thirty-six were modified. Chapter thirty-five was a slight adjustment and part of chapter thirty-six was moved. Chapter thirty-six was modified and a small amount of content was added to improve the reading experience. Friends who are interested can go back and take a look. If you don’t read it, it will not affect the following articles.)

Before the consciousness can react, the body has already reacted with actions.

Horst pushed his cane forward, took half of his steps back, and took a few steps back to let the rushing figure pass by.

It was a figure wrapped in a cloak.

Short in stature, flexible in movement and strong in skill.

The appearance was unclear due to the cloak, but the figures were intertwined, and in the darkness under the hood, two eyes as bright as stars lit up.

Sharp, agile and wild.

Passed by.

A faint damp and musty smell came from the people passing by.

The cloaked man passed Horst, his pace became faster and faster, his figure flashed several times among the passing carriages, and then disappeared into the passing crowd.

what's the situation?

Horst recalled the metal reflection he had just seen, and recalled some of the legends in his hometown, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

As soon as I lower my head...

Sure enough, there was a tear on the outside of the breast pocket of the windbreaker.

The hem pockets were not spared either.

The muscles on Horst's face trembled:

"This damn thief."

Before the shouting ended, several more policemen in blue uniforms with double-breasted copper buttons ran out from the same corner.

"Toot, toot."

"Hurry up and chase."

"Run that way."

The patrolmen waved rubber sticks and chased after him in a panic, and immediately saw Horst, who was still wailing.

"where is the guy?"

"Over there..." Horst pointed to the direction where the other party disappeared, "Damn thief, I won't let him go."

"What did you lose?"

"Money." Horst patted his cut pocket and wailed, "Where are the four Golden Georges? That's my savings that I saved for a year, and they were all stolen by the damn thief. Mr. Police, if you If you catch him, you must inform me and help me get the money back."

"I know, I know. You go to the Gray Steel Squadron to report the crime and wait for news. Let go. Don't hold your legs. Let go quickly."

The questioning policeman managed to get away from Horst's crying and hurriedly caught up with his companion.

Seeing that there were only a few passers-by watching the fun, Horst stopped wailing boredly, took off his top hat and pinched the two Golden Georges in the inner lining.

Living in an environment like the Princess District, how could I just put my money around?

As long as you're still here.

But then Horst did not open the mezzanine to check. He put his hand into the top hat and used the cover of the hat to open a note in his hand.

When he discovered that his pocket had been opened just now, he felt this note inside, but he had been pretending that nothing happened until now and took the opportunity to open it and take a glance.

"Always be careful, there is a conspiracy behind it."

A faint chill climbed up Horst's back, and there seemed to be countless malicious glances coming from behind.

What's the meaning? Is this a reminder to me?

Who is this person and why are you reminding me of this?

And, is there really any conspiracy? What is it?

But he resisted the urge to look back, lowered his eyes and let out a sigh, calmly put his hat back on, and looked around like every normal person.

Two moons hang high.

The chimneys were like silent black silhouettes in the night, blowing out thick black smoke.

The streets are full of tall factory buildings, with the roar of machines constantly coming from inside. Even the ground trembles slightly with the rhythm of the roar.

The steam constantly erupting from the exhaust pipes of the house enveloped the surroundings, making the night in the Gray Steel District still hot and humid.

Horse-drawn carriages loaded with coal and barrels of whale oil passed through the streets, and many barefoot children chased behind the carriages to pick up the fallen cinders.

In the deserted dark alleys, a few figures in cool clothes would occasionally poke out, dragging the passersby into the darkness and swallowing them up completely.

Under the dim gas street lights, damp and musty smells wafted from the metal railings of the street sewers from time to time, and faint steam floated out of the sewer openings day and night.

It's exactly the same as that person's.

Horst narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Is he from the sewers?

It seems that next time I see Monica or Sven, I will ask about the sewers.

Besides, if you want to send a message, just send a message. Can't there be another method? What does it mean to cut my clothes?

Even the cheapest windbreaker costs fifteen silver lukas. You'd better not let me find you, otherwise you'll lose.

Secretly making up his mind, Horst put the note aside and walked down the dusty and smoke-filled broad streets of the Gray Steel District.

This was the first time he took a stress-free stroll after awakening.

The world is a little different.

As he moved his thoughts, he could see that the people and objects around him turned into a group of darker or lighter colors, similar to the human shapes seen in the night vision goggles.

Miss Berndt explained before leaving that this is a type of spiritual perception called spiritual vision. The depth of the color represents the strength of the mystery, but it is easily interfered by other factors.

This is indeed the case. Just like in the world of B-235, what we saw was a blood-red patch, which cannot be used as a basis for judgment.

This was a very novel feeling, and Horst turned it on and off, until everything he saw began to blur and distort, and strange whispers began to ring in his ears, and he stopped.

If you use it too much, your soul will be overdrawn. If you try again, you may faint on the spot.

Horst then put away his curiosity and hurried home. It was very late and most of the buildings on the street were already dark. Only the street lights were still dancing with faint firelight and making a slight whirring sound. .

The lights cast long shadows on the ground, and the footsteps sounded particularly lonely at night.

Accompanied by the shadows around him, Horst did not stop, but after turning two corners, he noticed a change for the first time on the street.

A building on the adjacent street still had lights on, it was the only building on the entire street, and there was a business sign hanging at the door.

It must be eleven o'clock already, is it still open?

Horst looked carefully at the sign.

"Bessie's Magic Item Shop"

Most of the mysterious techniques in this world can be implemented by ordinary people if they master the methods and use the right materials, but the effects are really hard to describe.

Ordinary people refer to these collectively as magic. As for which of them are ordinary 'skills' and which are real mysteries, it's hard to say.

This kind of store really likes to be open at night, which can increase the mysterious atmosphere and attract the patronage of mystery lovers, and the business is often good.

But Horst knew that most of these stores could only deceive laymen. He just shook his head and turned away.

But before leaving, Horst subconsciously glanced at the sign again.

This time he turned on his spiritual vision out of habit.

The signboard is a normal green light, but in the middle of the entire green, there is an extra line of light red text.

welcome.

Horst was stunned for a moment, and turned on and off his spiritual vision twice in a row. He only stopped after giving himself a splitting headache.

But I can be sure that I read it correctly and there is indeed this line of text.

Text composed of heavier traces of mystery.

It turns out that these spiritually awakened people express their existence in this way.

Horst couldn't restrain his curiosity, pushed the door open and walked in.