Shadow Apostle

This time it was business hours, and Horst finally saw what the night market really looked like.

There are a dozen stalls in total, and each stall has a small gas lamp hanging on it.

The lighting is cleverly blocked and is limited to a space the size of the booth table.

Both sellers and buyers are hidden in the dark and cannot see each other at all.

Under the light, twenty or thirty small items were piled messily on the stall.

Most of them are special materials with weird shapes, but there are also many finished products.

These things were piled together so casually, and some of them were not even individually packaged. This made Horst, who had seen the storage methods of Jessica and Mrs. Bessie, always have a feeling that a large-scale mysterious disaster would break out in the stall at the next moment. look.

"I want five milliliters of this golden snake's venom. How much does it cost?"

"Give me a pair of Phantom Mantis's scythes. I want them to be touched by human life. You know, I have a way to detect them."

"Do you still have the eggs of the fog spider? Don't fool me with ordinary jungle spiders."

"I am the fang of Konggui, a real alien from the fantasy world. Look, I have just started to escape, but I can still hold on for at least ten days."

As they walked along, they heard lowered conversations from time to time. When more people saw Horst passing by, they immediately stopped talking and did not speak again until the two left.

"They are some special products that are difficult to buy in the market." Kant explained in a low voice from the side. "Those insiders in the city often come to take a look, whether they are awakened ones or not."

Horst nodded.

"There are some materials and finished products outside. If you are interested, you can come and take a look often. If you want to buy those big special items, or want to order something that violates the "Special Weapons Ban" or "Special Equipment Ban", just We need to go to the building next to us. Come with me, we're going this way."

Following the black-hand Kant, the two were escorted by two of Kant's men through the entire night market area.

After passing many stalls, the surroundings became quiet again.

"Most of the items sold here are illegal items that violate the Public Security Law of the Kingdom of Nordland and the Special Articles Control Regulations. Of course, compared to those scum at the train station, at least what we sell is genuine."

"Aren't you worried that the people in the Hall of Justice will know about selling these things?"

"They? They know." Kant said with a sarcastic look, "Although they don't know the specific location, they have always known about our existence."

"Won't they come down and check?"

"Those people don't dare, unless K and Pike and the other bishops, no, it should be said unless the Marquis of Wien and the Royal Rose Family of Nordland plan to start a war of faith, otherwise the current tacit understanding must be maintained. If we go to the ground to cause trouble, we will be How you deal with it is your own business, and if they enter the sewers and launch an action against us, then we shouldn’t be surprised what they do.”

Horst said thoughtfully: "You said we would launch an action against you? So the one in the afternoon will not count."

"Of course, that was an action by police officers to crack down on cultists. It has nothing to do with us."

"I understand." Horst laughed and glanced at the increasingly familiar subordinates on the side. "I heard you keep talking about us. What is it..."

"Just a few churches that don't really like to walk in the sun."

"For example, the Church of the God of Theft and Fraud? They must have been behind this incident with the Man-Faced Rat."

Kant smiled mysteriously, shook his head and said, "Following the principle of silence agreed upon for thousands of years, I don't know anything."

"What is the principle of silence?"

"The three principles of silence, I didn't see, I didn't hear, I don't know anything. This is the talisman of the night. Anyone who violates it will be completely swallowed by the darkness and will never be freed."

Horst frowned and said, "But you hired me to investigate this matter."

"Yes, I just hired you to investigate the human-faced rat incident plaguing the sewers. As for what problems you find in the final investigation, that's your business. What does it have to do with the principle of silence?"

"I see." Horst's mouth twitched, "It seems that the human-faced rats and their mastermind are hated by everyone."

"From the beginning to now, no one has informed us, so... we really don't know anything."

"You don't even know what their most fundamental purpose is?"

"I really don't know about this. The mastermind behind it must have a big conspiracy, but it's impossible for us to know what the content is. You can only investigate these by yourself."

"No wonder you are suddenly so generous and willing to provide services for free." Horst sighed, "But why do you have to find me? Even if you can't handle it, you can just call the police and deal with the human-faced rat."

"One church is definitely not strong enough to handle it here. If we join forces, haha, we haven't trusted each other to that point yet. As for calling the police, the police cannot be trusted. To be precise, all people walking under the sun cannot be trusted. The principle of silence is It’s just impossible to cooperate with the police.”

"Don't forget that I also walk in the sun."

"No, you are not, you are the apostle of the shadows, and you practice the path of the shadows."

"You know the Lord of Shadows?"

"We have seen from the records that the balancer of light and darkness, although she has fallen, the fact that you can become her awakener shows that you instinctively recognize her path. Because of this, we are willing to try to trust you. "

The expression on Horst's face froze, and he even stopped walking.

It dawned on him.

Standing outside the light, on the edge of darkness.

Whether it's a barrier, a lubrication, or a buffer.

In short, in his own way, he maintains a balance between the two parties.

No wonder it was attacked from behind by the God of Thieves and other gods. Maybe there were gods from both sides involved.

This identity definitely has enemies on both sides.

"Come on, this is it."

Kant made a silent gesture and then opened a building in the corner.

A hot breath hit his face.

Through the open door, Horst saw a heated scene.

In the center is a huge furnace, with huge gas nozzles spouting blazing flames in the middle of the furnace.

Three pieces of metal were burning in the furnace at the same time, and they were all burning red.

"No. 1, increase the firepower, hurry up, you loser, and then No. 2, No. 3, put them all up."

A huge roar came suddenly, making Horst's ears ring.

Looking along the sound, Horst raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised.

What he saw was a bald, muscular man.

But there are obvious differences from normal humans.

The skin all over his body is green, and his gums are very high, causing his lips to protrude forward. When he opens his mouth, he can see beast-like buck teeth on both sides.

It was the first time for Horst to see such a person, but there was still an impression in his body's original memory.

This is the indigenous people of the Oude continent, a human subspecies called the Oaks.

It is said that the power of the body is very powerful. From the Age of Discovery in the Third Age, it has been in a state of war with human countries. Until the end of the Third Age, the Human Empire and the Zapatian Federation successively established countries on the European and German continent, relying on their strong economic power. Overwhelming the opponent, the Oaks talent was unable to hold on and was quickly defeated across the board.

Most of the survivors were sold into slavery and endured great suffering. It was not until a hundred years ago that the abolition movement surged around the world, and the Orks in Middle-earth and Newland had the same rights as humans.

Only the continent of Oude has not changed and still regards the Oaks as property.

However, the Orks of Middle-earth appear more often in the Tulip Kingdom on the coast in the north, and rarely in the Kingdom of Norland in the east. This is the first time Horst has seen this green race after traveling for a year. .

The green-skinned man was obviously used to the life of a free man, and his yells were full of momentum.

However, the two strong human assistants did not dare to refute a word. They hurried to the furnace and pushed a pull rod hard.

With a whirring sound, the flames from the gas nozzle on the far left became more intense.

The already red metal ingot became even brighter. The strong man then grabbed the forging tongs, held two golden metal ingots, and placed them on the anvil beside him.

Then he respectfully gave up the best position beside the anvil.

"Steam oven, increase the power."

The green-skinned man roared again, causing Horst to notice that there was actually a small steam boiler built in the corner.

The two workers wielded shovels and quickly fed the coal into the furnace. As the flames shot into the sky, a loud sound of running water came from the water pipes protruding from the wall. Clean water was continuously fed into the furnace, turning into scorching hot water. The steam pushes the piston to expand and contract rapidly.

Ka La Ka La.

The gears and connecting rods gradually started to operate one by one, and the sound of friction and collision became louder and louder in the wall. A heavy hammer hung down from above, hovering on the anvil holding the red-hot metal ingot.

"start up."

"Ding."

The hammer fell heavily and hit the two iron ingots. It did not fall freely due to gravity, but controlled precise force through machinery.

"You're not full of coal, right? Increase your power by five bars, please."

The gears rotated creakingly, and the forge rose rapidly. The green-skinned man took this opportunity to quickly flip the two pieces of metal that were smashed together, and then withdrew the clamp.

Boom, the forging hammer fell again, and sparks flew from the hot double-layered metal ingot.

After hammering for more than ten times in a row, the green-skinned man raised his hand.

"stop."

The hammer immediately hung in the air.

The green man picked up the metal ingot that had begun to deform and threw it back into the furnace.

"Increase the firepower and start the second round."

Just after he finished shouting, the green-skinned man heard footsteps behind him.

When he turned around, he found Kant walking over with Horst.

"Master Brubru, I am disturbing you this time because Mr. Horst wants to ask you to help make a melee weapon."

The green-skinned Master Ox Brubru turned his head, glanced at Horst, and curled his lips with an expression of disdain.

"His muscles are useless with any weapon. Let him go home and get a knife and fork."

Even though he said that, Master Brubru dropped his pliers and walked over, sizing up Hoster's body shape, reaching out and pinching his arms and shoulders from time to time, so hard that he felt like his bones were about to break.

"Your physical fitness is really not suitable for my weapons."

Master BuluBulu pointed around. There were many weapons hanging on the weapon racks around him, most of which were heavy-duty.

But before he finished speaking, he was suddenly startled, grinned and showed two fangs, and said with a smile:

"I remembered. I brought back a semi-finished weapon from my teacher two days ago. I think it can only be used by women, but it might be suitable for you."

Horst's eyes twitched, feeling that this Oaks man was really good at talking.

BuluBulu hurriedly ran to the corner and rummaged through the debris, and finally came back carrying a cane.

"The transformation cane will definitely suit you. It also saves me the trouble of forging a new one. This kind of thing won't take more than two months to complete..."

Horst took the cane doubtfully, and the surprise in his eyes became more obvious the more he looked at it.