Shadow Apostle

Sewers represent the conscience of a city.

Horst no longer remembers which life he heard this sentence.

However, if measured by this sentence, the builder of Mingyue City must have a very generous conscience.

After all, it was the lord's private property, so of course it had to be of the highest standard.

The masonry-structured waterway was wide enough to run a horse. Apart from the smell, it would be difficult for Horst to realize that he was in the waterway.

There are even gas lamps embedded in the walls along the waterway, and the blazing fire illuminates the waterway brightly.

Use the key given by Swain White to turn a special elevator, and when you come out, you are already in the sewer.

It seems that the Flame Tongue, as a gathering place for mysterious hunters, has something special.

Reciting mottos such as turning left when encountering three and turning back when encountering fourth, Horst slowly moved forward along the spider web-like waterway.

It was extremely quiet in the sewer, and the dripping water could be discerned.

Occasionally there were waves in the ditch, and something swam past.

Damp and moldy.

The smell convinced Horst that he was definitely looking for the right thing.

The man who slashed his pocket must be from here.

"Jingle Bell……"

A rapid ringing sound suddenly rang.

Horst's expression tightened, he took a few steps quickly and hid in a z-shaped corner ahead.

laugh.

Several streams of steam suddenly erupted several times from the pipes in the wall.

In the shadows of the surrounding walls, the exposed levers and gears moved simultaneously in the diffuse steam.

Amid the roar of the machine, the lever twisted faster and faster, followed by a faint hum from the ground.

The sound gradually increased, and if you poked your head out from the Z-shaped corner, you could see a row of drill-like metal stirrers, rotating at high speed, extending from one side of the waterway to the other.

Sewage splashed in the waterways and the stench was overwhelming.

Large chunks of filth were ground into tiny pieces.

After spinning in place for a few minutes, the scream of steam erupted again.

The drill bit slowly retracted to the side of the waterway.

The sewage resumed its calm flow.

Only the sultry steam still filled the sewer.

Horst came out from around the corner, holding his nose and shaking his head.

Along the way, he has encountered dredging work several times. The power is not small. It seems that even the sewer is not safe. If someone accidentally falls in, he may be minced into a pulp in the blink of an eye. .

He waved his hands to disperse the turbid air in front of him, and just a few steps away, Horst stopped again.

An upward staircase appears in front of you.

It seems this is it.

Horst checked Serena's magazine and touched the flame of the lighter, then picked up his cane and walked up the steps.

Upstairs is an empty underground space.

It's quite open, just like a football field in a previous life.

There is no daylight here, but it is not dark.

There are crooked pipes everywhere on the surrounding walls, and the pipes have been inserted into the wall.

These pipes are quite arbitrary in terms of material and workmanship. They are made of metal, ceramics, and even wood. At first glance, they are purely handmade.

The purpose of inserting it into the wall is of course the public gas pipe inside the wall, and at the other end of the private pipe, several gas lamps illuminate the empty space.

Um? For personal use? This is a good idea.

But Horst shuddered as he pictured Mrs. Jennifer blowing up his head. .

Forget it, let’s take a look at this underground space first.

To be precise, this is an underground village.

There are many underground shacks and even masonry buildings with complete elements scattered around the empty field. There are also many open-air stalls without shelters scattered in between. Many people are hiding under the shelter of the stalls and their figures cannot be seen clearly.

In the darkness, there were countless cold eyes, quietly looking at the unfamiliar face of Horst.

Scrutiny, suspicion, hostility.

The air seemed to be stagnant.

A chilling atmosphere surrounded Horst.

It was as if a dagger would be stabbed out of his back at any moment.

However, Horst did not panic. He took a few steps lightly between the booth and the crowd, and let go of a few hands that patted his shoulders from the darkness.

I had been to a train station when I was a kid, so I wouldn't have been fooled like this.

Showing his thumbs down at the figures in the darkness, Horst kept walking and looked around.

Among the stalls, no one greeted him. People were peeking at him cautiously from behind the stalls.

The light was relatively dim and he couldn't see much of the goods on the stalls, but a few small eyeballs like human eyes made him take a few steps away.

The eyes of the vampire dragonfly I saw yesterday at the Burnt family mansion.

At that time, the hallucinogenic drugs that Miss Bernd wanted to carefully store with double locks were thrown so casually on the stall.

There are a few twisting tree vines over there that look particularly familiar.

Well, the distance is not enough, so hide further away.

Horst's wandering eyes stopped on a pattern of an anvil and a hammer.

Then he walked straight over.

The people in the darkness saw his actions, booed a few times, and disappeared into the darkness again.

But the prying eyes always lingered at the door of the simple house and refused to go away for a long time.

"Good morning, Master Marvin."

As soon as he entered the door, Horst smelled the smell of alcohol.

There are several workbenches scattered around the room, filled with various unknown parts and tools.

The room was in a mess, with several strange weapons piled in the corners.

Marvin was sitting next to the small bed in the corner, smelling of alcohol, holding a wine bag and staring at the gas lamp in a daze. Even when he saw Horst come in, he just stared at him for a few seconds before reacting: "Yes. You, Mr. Horst, did Sven tell you the way? What are you doing here? It’s not like Serena is bad again."

"No, no, I'm looking for someone to do something." Horst said with a smile, "Since you are here, master, I must come and say hello to you first."

"Oh, this is what Sven told you, right? If you come to me first, those people outside will think that you are a guest, so they won't do much to you. You are not allowed to reach out to guests here. If you have anything to do, go ahead. I want to Get some sleep, but don’t wander around outside, especially in dark places, this is not just a market.”

"Huh? Where exactly is this place?"

"It is mainly a stronghold built by the Lord of the Night and the Lord of Thief and Fraud in Mingyue City, and the night market was slowly derived later. They are not the official beliefs of the Kingdom of Norland, and they have not yet been accepted in Mingyue City. To be qualified to build a church, you can only build a stronghold first to maintain contact, and then slowly find a way to obtain admission qualifications."

"Tsk, believer, I probably understand the nature of this place." Horst nodded thoughtfully, "I didn't expect that there are other church outposts in Mingyue City. There must be more than just theirs, there are others. Of?"

As soon as the question came out, he noticed that Marvin was staring at him with a very strange look.

A look of pity is like looking at a fool.

And it's hopeless.

"You can go now, bye."

"No, Master Marvin, please tell me. And I want to change my weapon recently, so I need your help."

"Weapons you can use? I don't have any here at the moment. Let me think about it. Go outside and take a look. There is a young man named Blackhand Kant. He has many connections and may have weapons." Marvin waved his hand impatiently. "Okay, come on, come on, I'm going to bed. Also, think about the name of the bar you just came down from."

Why are you suddenly angry?

Horst was kicked out in confusion, but stopped as soon as he came out.

In the dark shadow next to the simple room, a red dot lit up.

Then the smell of tobacco wafted over.

If you look carefully, you can see that it is a man smoking a pipe in the dark, his body almost blending into the darkness.

Realizing that Horst had seen him, he said in a low and hoarse voice: "You want to buy weapons?"

"Black Hand Kant?"

Horst took a few steps closer and found that it was a young man in casual clothes and a peaked cap, looking at him curiously in the dark with a pair of unruly and wild eyes.

"Yes, I heard someone mention me, come and take a look." The young man waved and walked along the darkness towards the shack on the side, "Come with me, I will help you look for it, maybe there is something you want. arms."

"You must have it, I've found it."

Horst sighed, he still remembered these eyes, it was the eyes of the mysterious man who put the note into his pocket.

But the other party acted as if he didn't hear anything and led the way as if nothing had happened: "It's rare for you Flame Tongue people to visit me, so I'll help you find a bargain."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Horst paused and stopped.

He suddenly understood why Marvin thought he was a fool.

At this moment he himself felt like a fool.

The kind that is hopeless.

Marvin is Rank 1 of the faith of the Lord of Flames and Craftsmen.

And the name Flame Tongue has already explained everything.

I make a living in other people's outposts every day, and I actually ask people where there are other outposts.

Horst shook his head and sighed at his own intelligence.

No wonder Swain White, a bar owner, can maintain good relations with both territorial officials and underground forces.

"arrive."

The young man in front suddenly stopped beside a shack and gestured to the side.

Several people immediately emerged from other shacks behind them and disappeared into the surrounding darkness, as if they melted into the air.