Shadow Apostle

He has gray hair and black eyes, but has the more three-dimensional facial features of Westerners.

There is always a lazy smile on his face.

He is tall and tall, but slightly thin.

The white shirt is smooth and clean, and the black tie stays neatly in front of the neck.

The straight jacket makes the figure more symmetrical, and the black windbreaker is worn outside, adding a bit of stability and mystery to the wearer.

"Good night, Mr. McCawber. I wish you and Mrs. McCawber good health."

Lifting his hat and nodding to the gentleman couple opposite him, Horst put his hat back on and dusted off the dust on his sleeves.

On the arm, the damage that was torn at Viscount Star's house has been automatically repaired and restored to its original state. Master Christian's enchanting technology is absolutely reliable, and the automatic cleaning and automatic repair are enough to make this set of clothes worth the money.

Clothes are a person's face, especially in this era of gentlemanly demeanor. Ever since he traveled to this world, no matter how poor Horst was, he had never been immodest in his clothing.

For his part, he was quite satisfied with Miss Burnt's gift.

"Mrs. Serra, good evening. Oh, I don't know which Lord to praise. Isn't this the lovely Marianne? Come and let the big brother hug you. Haha, you run so fast. Oh, I don't want to buy bread today. I'm going to Andorra. Madam, treat yourself well to your family.”

"What? It's Mr. Denton. That's right. He made a small profit. He didn't have much money, only ten gold Georges. And he was the Marquis. No, no, no, it was paid by someone with a higher status than him. For me, they want to negotiate a ten-figure business with me, hahaha, hey, don’t leave, what I said is true.”

The Princess Square at sunset is the busiest time of the day. Horst walks among the vendors and says hello from time to time.

As he was walking, his face suddenly froze, and then he quietly quickened his pace and walked away from the people around him, raised his hand to his neck, and flicked his fingers.

boom.

It accurately hit a small tentacle protruding from the collar.

The tentacles are very thin and inconspicuous, with a tip sticking out close to the neck, making it almost impossible for passers-by to notice.

However, Horst's move hit the small suction cup at the tip, and the tentacle sank directly into Horst's neck, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

But a few seconds later, the cuffs trembled slightly again, and smaller tentacles emerged from the cuffs, poked his fingers, and then retracted into the cuffs and remained motionless.

Yes, this is beef soup.

Since the beef soup mutated just now, Horst found that she has become more free. Not only can she come out of various parts of the body like she did in the fantasy world, but she can also turn into a tiny stick like she does now. It’s hard for people to spot.

But it can only be as small as this one, and it can only come out of the stomach with the same size as before.

He is quite relieved about beef soup. In the past year, except for his increasing appetite, beef soup has not caused him any trouble. On the contrary, he has caused a lot of trouble to beef soup, such as today.

Then treat it well. The promise made in the fantasy world last time has not yet been fulfilled.

Thinking this, Horst stopped and raised his head to look at the sign in front of him.

Kitchen in Andorra.

The best family restaurant in the Princess District, Mrs. Andorra's beef stew and whole chicken stew are famous throughout the city. It is said that even people from the Lord's Palace came here to buy the whole stewed chicken.

Horst used to find a way to save money to come once a month.

He pushed the door open with a smile. As soon as the door opened, the rich aroma of meat mixed with the smell of spices from the Newland continent quietly entered Horst's nose.

It was this smell that reminded Horst of the smell of his hometown.

"Mrs. Andor, I'm here to disturb you again. Please... hmm? Is it inconvenient for you?"

Just as he was walking in, Horst paused in his steps and stopped mid-sentence.

What they saw in front of them was a scene of confrontation.

There are no customers in the restaurant. At the counter, a middle-aged lady in her thirties is standing in front of the counter. The charming lady has her hands crossed on her chest, assuming a standard psychological alert posture, and is looking at A few people on the opposite side.

Opposite were three men in gray formal suits. The leader was neatly and meticulously dressed, wearing one-sided gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a ledger in his hand. The other two people were two powerful and sturdy men, standing behind gold-framed glasses with their hands folded.

"Madam, you'd better think about it again." The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses flipped through the account book in his hand and said lukewarmly with an obvious foreign accent, "After all, you don't want the Andorra family to Let the industry go bankrupt.”

"No need to think about it." The lady said angrily, "I will never accept your conditions."

"Madam, except for our Minsheng Company, which is willing to take over your livestock, I'm afraid no other company is willing to take over your livestock. The price we offer is not low. If you refuse now, I'm afraid you will regret it for the rest of your life in the future."

"The ranch is the inheritance left by my husband. I will never give it to you. Don't even think about it." Mrs. Andor said angrily, "Don't go too far with your company. The chicken plague will not spread to other livestock." It’s just a legend, but you took the opportunity to lower the price as much as possible, and you didn’t even get one-tenth of the price, so you just wanted to buy all the livestock we worked so hard to raise, don’t you feel ashamed?”

"The plague was not caused by our Minsheng Company. We are also thinking about you. We will not purchase. When the plague really spreads and all the livestock die, you will not be able to get back a milla. We are here to help you recover some losses. , you should thank us. As for the price, everything is normal business behavior, there is nothing to be ashamed of, hahaha."

"But, from the beginning, it was your company that encouraged farmers to borrow money from you to raise livestock. Now you are taking away the livestock at a low price and asking us to use the farm to pay off the debt. I have never borrowed your money, and I will never borrow money from you for the farm. You won’t sell it, you robbers, bah, stop dreaming.”

"Hey, woman, watch your words."

The two strong men behind the middle-aged man immediately took a step forward, holding their chests and staring at Mrs. Andor with ferocious expressions.

Mrs. Andor was so frightened that her face turned pale, her legs softened, she took two steps back and fell to the ground.

"Ahem."

There was a sound of dry coughing from behind. When the three of them turned around, they saw the young man who had just come in standing behind them.

Horst.

Seeing that the three of them were looking over, Horst put on a condescending and arrogant expression and dusted his cuffs leisurely, seemingly unintentionally revealing the most elegant parts of his cufflinks and collar.

The middle-aged man clearly saw the level of vision of these top masters, and his expression immediately became serious.

He knew in his heart that being able to wear the works of these masters was no longer something that could only be achieved with money.

"I seem to see..." Horst dusted his sleeves and said lazily in the purest official Nordland pronunciation, "There is someone... in the territory of Marquis Wien, threatening his people. It's Did I see it wrong? How could someone do such a disgraceful thing?"

The middle-aged man's heart trembled as he swallowed back the title, but he knew that the clothes and the identity were not inappropriate, so he could only smile awkwardly: "Your Excellency, you must have misunderstood, we are just discussing a business deal." That’s all, you see…”

Horst did not look at him and said calmly: "Go and apologize."

"Hurry up and apologize to Mrs. Andorra." The middle-aged man immediately glared at the strong man who had just threatened Mrs. Andorra.

"I asked you to apologize." Horst's expression remained unchanged, and he still had the same lukewarm attitude. "I never ask a dog to apologize when a dog bites someone. You always ask the dog to apologize in person?"

"You..." The strong man understood this and immediately gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Huh?" Horst glanced at the middle-aged man calmly, his voice sounding like he was humming through his nose, "Is this how your Minsheng Company trains its employees?"

"No, no." The middle-aged man immediately turned around and shouted sternly, "Shut up."

Then he smiled again, walked to Mrs. Andor in a few steps, helped her up diligently, and said kindly: "Madam, look, everything is a misunderstanding. His voice was too loud and scared you. I didn't Good education, I apologize to you. I have offended you today, so it is not the time to continue talking. I will visit again in a few days, and I hope it will not disturb you."

After saying that, the middle-aged man turned to look at Horst.

Horst didn't even say anything, he pointed at the door with his finger.

The middle-aged man winked at the two strong men and led them out the door with a smile.

"Your affairs are not my business, but I don't want to see you threaten the people of the territory a second time."

"Yes, as you wish."

The man bowed respectfully, saluted, and then ran out of the door quickly.

"Horst? Thank you." It wasn't until the three of them left that Mrs. Andor breathed a sigh of relief and asked doubtfully, "Why are they so afraid of you?"

"Who knows what big shot they mistook me for?" Horst shrugged and asked casually, "They are..."

Mrs. Andor shook her head and did not explain anything. She just held up the stool that she had just knocked down and smiled reluctantly: "Horst, what are you going to order today? Those bandits just scared away the guests. You order first." Well, once your food is ready, I plan to close today."

"I miss your beef stew." Seeing that Mrs. Andorra was unwilling to go into details, Horst did not press further, "I will order the beef stew today."

"Order one?"

"Hmm..." Horst calculated the ratio of raw meat to cooked meat. The calculation became more and more troublesome, and finally he decided not to do it at all. "Aim for fifty pounds."

Mrs. Andor was a little stunned: "How much?"

"Ahem, fifty pounds. I need it to receive guests at home."

"Okay, I get it. Fortunately, all the guests were scared away, otherwise the beef stew prepared in advance today may not be enough." Mrs. Andor calculated with a headache, "Thirty milliliters per portion, and one portion is about half a pound. , fifty pounds is one hundred portion, thirty luka, we are not allowed to pay on credit."

"How can I, a generous person like me, buy on credit? You are insulting me. You should give me a discount for this."

Seeing that Mrs. Andor had no intention of asking for a discount, Horst sighed and took out the money bag from his pocket. When the money bag was taken out, a card was taken out of the pocket.

Um? When did this get into my pocket?

Horst picked up the card. Both sides were blank, except for a dark hand drawn in the corner.

This guy is really impatient.

No address was written down, so he must have invited me to meet at the night market.

After I go home and finish my meal, I'll go and have a look. I'll also check out their night market.

Horst put the card away calmly, counted out thirty lucas and placed it on the counter. Only then did he realize that the sales contract brought by the businessman just now had been left on the counter.

The contract was open, and while he was waiting for Mrs. Andorra to prepare food for him, Horst glanced at it casually.

It should be a contract for the sale of livestock.

But on the first page, a name caught Horst's attention.

Representative of Minsheng Company.

Mick Dunn.

As he was watching, there was a sound of the door opening behind him.

The middle-aged man who had just left walked in.

He saw the contract at a glance and showed an expression of relief.

He didn't notice that Horst was squinting his eyes and looking at him with a strange look.