Shadow Apostle

Horst Drom \u0026 Associates.

The copper-clad nameplate with black characters on a gold background sparkled in the sunlight.

Horst threw away the stone in his hand, took two steps back and admired the masterpiece of his hard work over the past few days from a distance.

There are less than twenty Class A firms in the whole of Nordland.

In a city as big as Mingyue City, there are only two.

No, there are three now.

Being able to obtain a permit is a sign of strength in itself.

At that time, you don’t even need to think about advertising slogans. Just put the name of a Class A firm out there, and knowledgeable people will naturally come to you.

Horst squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he could already smell the smell of money in his nose.

"Crooked, this way, a little."

"Ah, thank you. You are moving into 103, welcome. There is a custom in this apartment. In order to show the friendliness and kindness between neighbors, you must order newspapers for your neighbors every month, at least one copy of Mingyue City The Investigator reported that this is what Mr. William of 102 used to do.”

"But, I want to live in 103. If I order a newspaper, 102 will give it to 103. You, order it for me, you should."

"This is unfair to the residents of 102, isn't it? So we change them every once in a while, and today happens to be the day to change them."

"We, also, swapped, changed the house number, 102, to 103."

"That's not okay. Once you destroy the facilities in the building at will, an undead from the fantasy world will suddenly jump out and shoot the perpetrator in the head with a matchlock gun. So the house number must not be... Calm down, Jenny Mrs. Fo, you will scare people away."

"You're already scaring people away."

The landlady put down her gun and continued to lead the handsome man into the apartment building.

"By the way, sir." Just as he was about to pass by, Horst took off his gloves and stretched out his hand toward the other person, as if he suddenly remembered, "Let's get to know each other. I am the resident of 102, Horst Drom. I hope we can get along happily in the future.”

"This is..." The handsome man looked at the stretched out hand in confusion.

"Oh, the custom of ancient Middle-earth continent, handshake ceremony." Horst turned his palms, "It was first used when meeting for the first time, showing the other party that there is no weapon in the hand, which means friendship."

"Really, it seems." The man suddenly realized, and took off his gloves and held them, "Vincent Howard, I am honored to meet you."

Both hands are held together.

Horst's breath hitched, but he quickly regained his composure.

Everything is normal, and the spiritual sense is the same as that of ordinary people.

The palms of both parties parted at the touch of each other, and they smiled and passed each other.

Horst still kept the smile on his face, but his eyes were focused on his back.

Something is wrong.

The reaction of the spiritual sense is too normal.

He was the one who just bought mysterious items the night before, and he bought a lot of them.

There is always a bit of mystery in your body, how could it be so normal?

"Mrs. Jennifer, you are so efficient." Horst put down his hand and said nonchalantly to the landlady who was following Vincent, "Fortunately, I was thinking about moving in the morning. I might have to move later." You kicked me out."

"It's not that I'm efficient, I haven't published it in the newspaper yet." Mrs. Jennifer answered angrily, carrying a bunch of keys, "Mr. Howard came to the door by himself."

"Um?"

"I just woke up this morning and saw Mr. Howard nearby. I thought he was a thief, but instead he asked me if there was any room available for rent in this apartment. I thought he was a foreigner and he shouldn't have much money on him. If you don't, just leave him."

"Your words are enough to scare him away."

Horst patted the landlady's arm affectionately. Well, the standard feedback from a normal person, it seems that there is something wrong with my spiritual sense.

Here in the morning? Then he might have spent the entire night searching.

this person……

Horst narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and suddenly raised his voice: "Mr. Howard, how long do you plan to stay at No. 85?"

The beautiful figure paused and turned back with a puzzled look, but still replied: "I hope I can stay here for a long time."

Horst did not answer, but took off his hat and watched the two people leave.

I hope what you said is true.

Don't mess around in my house.

Withdrawing his gaze, Horst turned his gaze back to the door number. Well, it was good, but he always felt that something was missing.

By the way, a real sign.

Horst patted his forehead and held out his finger to the door number.

Imitating the feeling of mysterious guidance, the mystery is attached to the door plate.

Well...this is Category A.

After writing the mysterious message, Horst read it several times through his spiritual sense and felt quite satisfied.

"The handwriting is really ugly, like it was written by a child."

"You don't write it for me."

Horst looked back at Monica who sneaked up behind him.

She actually wasn't wearing that blue men's uniform today.

Although he is also wearing men's clothing, he has changed into a loose and casual linen coat and trousers. His wavy hair is spread over his shoulders and he wears a peaked cap on his head.

If this outfit were placed in Norland two hundred years ago, everyone would probably reprimand it.

Now, although it still attracts the attention of many middle-aged and elderly people, for most people...

What a beauty in men's clothing.

Horst whistled and received a light kick on his calf.

Tsk, even after changing clothes, he still looks like a gorilla.

But she didn't wear police boots today and changed into comfortable soft-soled shoes.

Um? etc.

Her outfit means...

Realizing something was wrong, Horst ran away, but before he could take a step forward, someone grabbed his collar from behind.

"Come back here, I don't plan to catch you running and practicing today."

"Huh, you should have told me earlier."

Horst's body relaxed.

"I'll catch you and get beaten."

The relaxed body immediately began to struggle forward with bared teeth and claws, trying to escape the sinful hand on the collar.

"Be honest." He twisted Horst's arm very skillfully and assumed an escorting posture, "Didn't you say you wanted to find someone to learn how to use a whip? I don't know how to use it, but I made an appointment for you. A teacher, he is better at whips. He can also teach you some mysterious skills by the way."

"Why does this image sound so familiar?" Horst did not struggle, but cooperated with his arm being twisted. "Why do I feel like that green-haired guy who can't speak well?"

"That's Bruno. He has been temporarily guarding C-072 with W and others in the asylum these days. When he is not on duty, he is very free, so I called him to be your teacher."

"Thank you for your trouble."

Horst patted the hand on his shoulder. It was hard and rough, but warm:

"But I just moved and I'm finishing up the process. Please wait for a while."

"Huh? Have you really moved? 102?"

"Yes, when have I lied to you?"

"every time."

"Uh..." Horst pulled back his arm with a dry smile, "Come in and sit down first. You haven't been to the new home yet."

"Or can I only sit on the floor or bed?"

"You can sit on the table if you don't mind."

"Tsk, there is actually a sofa and a suite." Monica was stunned as soon as she entered the door.

Stretching her long legs comfortably and letting herself sink into the soft sofa, Monica grabbed the large package that had not been sorted next to her and hugged it in her arms. Then she reached out to the coffee table without looking, but she was immediately stunned. , hand also hanging on the coffee table.

"You have too few things here. You don't even have a teapot or a cup."

"I can't help it. I just moved here, so take your time." Horst shrugged. "In a few days, I'm going to go to Jinniu Street in the Cross District to buy some things to replenish my supplies. It just so happens that I'm running out of bullets this time. You can buy it from regular channels, and there are also potions that you were reluctant to buy before..."

"Huh? Are you finally willing to buy something?"

“If you make money now, you must use it as soon as possible, otherwise you will be out of money in two days and you won’t be able to buy anything you want.”

"What a strange theory this is."

Monica glared at him angrily, suddenly threw away the pillow in her arms, and stood up happily:

"Go to Jinniu Street, that's all to deceive out-of-town passengers who get on and off the train. I'll take you somewhere."

"Um?"

"Go to special training in the afternoon. It's not yet noon. I'll take you to Bluebell Lane. It's much more interesting than the so-called commercial street like Jinniu Street. You have everything you want, including bullets. Go quickly."

"Wait, wait, no, what are you excited about when I buy something? Why are your eyes lighting up? Let go. Don't escort me at this time. I also have my cane and money bag. Calm down."

The update is finished, I held it in until midnight again yesterday.

I am learning how to write about daily life and how to make daily life interesting.

It’s so difficult, but it’s impossible not to live without it.