Shadow Apostle

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

The brass bell on the door rang, and the clear ringing was particularly clear in the silent night.

The gas lamp was burning on the wall, and the light passed through the special metal grid wrapped around the lampshade, casting strange shadows in the store. The shadows were all shaped like mysterious symbols, although Horst could not understand the meaning. But I do feel that these symbols make the store seem more mysterious.

Incense was lit on the counter in one corner, and blue smoke curled up. The aroma was light and a little sweet, which made Horst feel a sense of tranquility, and even his headache was relieved a lot.

Several rows of display cabinets filled the shop to the brim, and several people wearing pullover robes were walking around the display cabinets. Although they couldn't see their appearance clearly, the sound they heard was that they were several young ladies, gathering together and whispering from time to time.

A middle-aged lady was lazily leaning on the counter and looking at them. The lady was wearing a light blue dress, with a veil on her hair, and she was holding an emerald green cigarette rod in her hand. , the white ivory cigarette holder has a faint trace of lipstick.

Seeing Horst walk in, the lady was obviously taken aback. She looked at Horst thoughtfully, but she never spoke.

Horst took off his top hat and bowed slightly, but he did not rush to interrupt. Instead, he walked around the counter like the other ladies.

Most of the items displayed in the cabinet were plants and minerals. The only ones Horst could recognize were night grass, morning dew flower, swift grass, etc.

Among them, the morning dew flower is because of the boring botanical illustration book at that time that said, "Morning dew flower must choose goose yellow petals. Once tiny spots appear on it, it will turn into another flower called the flower of tears." Materials with completely opposite properties" This rather interesting characteristic was remembered by Horst.

As for those minerals, Horst was even more unfamiliar with them, but there were two types of minerals that Horst confirmed he would never admit were wrong.

Gold and silver.

Can this also be used as a spell material? Use it to hit people?

"Mrs. Bessie, we have chosen three grams of green quartz powder, ten grams of morning dew flower, four grams of Prunella vulgaris, three pairs of four-eyed bat claws, and ten milliliters of Foley rabbit's blood."

Mrs. Bessie frowned and looked at a few people. While taking out scales, grinders and other tools from the counter, she said in a lazy voice: "Where did you hear this from? It’s a ceremony, don’t mess around, you won’t have time to regret it if something happens.”

"Hahaha, no, I heard what our classmates said." One of the cloaked ladies said briskly, "They said that at most they would hear some strange noises, and there would be no problem."

Mrs. Bessie shook her head and said nothing more. She skillfully prepared the ingredients and packed them one by one.

"Green Quartz counts you as one Luka, and Morning Dew Flower counts as six Lukas... a total of sixteen Lukas."

The young ladies quickly collected a handful of coins and handed them to Mrs. Bessie, then ran out of the store with brisk footsteps. Their excited laughter could be heard before the door closed.

Mrs. Bessie bit her cigarette holder and shook her head. It wasn't until they left that she turned to Horst. Before she could speak, she heard Horst ask:

"What, what happened to the materials they just gave us?"

"Um?"

"I happen to know the difference between the morning dew flower and the tear flower. I saw that you specially took one portion each of the morning dew flower and the tear flower, and switched them when grinding. I guess you didn't want them to get into trouble, so you deliberately let them They failed."

"It's not a failure. That ritual really made them hear some strange sounds, but they came from over there..."

Horst asked: "Fantasy world?"

"Huh? It seems that you are a mysterious hunter? That's a lot easier to explain. The bat's claws symbolize the reception of sound waves, the morning dew flower penetrates the fantasy world of the world, the Prunella vulgaris stabilizes the will, the green quartz resonates and amplifies the sound waves, and finally the plan The blood symbol of the sound rabbit reshapes the sound. This is obviously to listen to the sound of the fantasy world."

"These children don't know what they are thinking, and they just play with the mystery. It's nothing for them to hear the voice of the fantasy world. They will be frightened for a while at most, but once they are related to the mystery, it will be easier to perceive the mystery later. Phenomenon."

"You should know that most mysterious events are often caused not by contact but by perception. Except I heard that there is an unlucky guy in the Flame Tongue who is easily chased by mysterious events. Normal people usually trigger it after they perceive it. To If they get involved, I don’t know how they will die.”

"So I changed the materials so that they would have nightmares all night, and I would scare them so hard that they wouldn't do anything else in the future."

"Then it would be great if you didn't sell them."

"It's not a rare material. If I don't sell it, maybe they can buy it from somewhere else. Besides, if you can make money, why not? It's rare to meet a few fools. By the way, who are you?"

"Unlucky guy."

"Um?"

"The Flametongue is the one who is chased by mysterious events."

Mrs. Bessie bit her cigarette rod and blinked, then quickly showed an awkward yet polite smile.

"Welcome, what do you want to order?"

"I looked outside and said welcome, so I came in."

"Are you awake? That's a pity. I'll wait a few more years." Mrs. Bessie sighed, "Just take a look. It's your first time to visit. I'll give you a 10% discount."

"I think the sign is a prop shop." Horst pondered, "But it looks like it's full of mysterious materials."

"You want to see the props?"

Mrs. Bessie casually pulled a lever under the counter, and the sound of steam erupting was particularly sudden in the night.

Then there was the sound of gears rattling on the roof, and four chains slowly dropped from a large counter until they landed in the open space in the middle of the store before stopping.

"I've been a little lazy lately and haven't put in much, so these are the only ones left." Mrs. Bessie pointed to the counter, "Look at it, these are all blanks. You choose one, and I'll enchant you with whatever effect you want. The other things are special materials I stored inside, you don’t have to worry about them.”

Horst took a look and saw that there were indeed a lot of things in the cabinet, mainly small items such as rings, wristbands, gloves, and necklaces, as well as a few strange things, such as the tails and claws of unknown beasts.

But he shook his head: "Actually, I mainly want a light source, which may be useful sometimes."

Mrs. Bessie showed a strange expression and looked at him sideways: "Come here tomorrow morning and go to the grocery store fifty meters next door. You can buy a lantern or a lighter."

"It's not an ordinary light source." Horst didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I have an idea. It's best to be able to carry it close to the body and control the brightness in a small way..."

"That's just a lighter."

"The most important thing is that I hope that after I light it up, the light can still stay in place after I leave."

"Just hang the lighter there." Although she said this, Mrs. Bessie already showed a thoughtful expression, "I probably understand what you are thinking, right?"

As she spoke, she knocked her pipe on the counter, dipped her fingers in the cigarette ashes and drew a six-pointed star symbol on the glass plate, muttering a few words quickly.

Phew, a small ball of flame floated above the magic circle.

"It's so hot." Mrs. Bessie waved her hand and took a few steps away. "That's right. You left with the equipment, but the firelight is still there."

"That's right, that's it. Can you do it?"

"It's not difficult. Come tomorrow with your favorite lighter and I'll make it for you. The production fee is one Gold George."

"Oh... hmm? How much?"

"One George, too expensive?" Mrs. Bessie pointed to the door.

"Okay, I admit it." Horst gritted his teeth and nodded, pointing to the things on the counter, "But this thing is going to be a giveaway."

"Tentacles of Shoggoths?"

Horst was referring to a tentacle with a suction cup. It was black and about as long as a forearm, ferocious and strange, and exuded an ominous sheen.

"Are you sure? It is true that this thing is a rare material, but it is useless now. The mystery may escape at any time. If it starts to escape, it will disappear in a few hours. I will not be responsible then."

Horst smiled bitterly, of course he was sure, because he had been impatient since the display cabinet fell down just now.

In other words, the tentacles in my belly can't wait any longer.

His will was filled with the desire from the tentacles, eager to get this thing.

Horst even suspected that if he didn't get it right away, the tentacles would appear on their own the next moment and wrap around the tentacles in the cabinet.

Tentacles want tentacles, what the hell is that.

"I am sure."

You should agree quickly, otherwise something will happen and I won't be able to stop this guy.