Apostle of Cthulhu

"We are back again." Norris looked at the familiar street scene in front of him, "Are you implying that the action with me just now was just going around in circles?"

"As a person, don't be so suspicious. The reason for returning to the same place is really not as complicated as you think." The man's words were a little helpless, "If my actions always carry strong hints, then I am too tired to live every day, right?"

Norris was too lazy to refute his statement. For smart people, this kind of suggestive behavior is always enjoyable. Only in this way can they reflect their super high IQ.

This man's personality is uncertain, and Norris is difficult to control for a while.

The man looked at the magician who was being driven away by the police station next to the canal, and said to Norris: "Are you sure you won't help him?"

Norris glanced at the man, "You mean... Will this guy help us in our future actions?"

This time, the man did not refute, but his smile was chilling.

"Even if I don't tell you about the magician, with your personality, you will help him as long as you see him, right? You usually pretend to be a stranger, but deep down you still have a sense of good and evil. Maybe when you can let go of that hypocritical sense of good and evil one day... you can get 'sublimation' in the true sense."

"It has nothing to do with you." Norris snorted coldly.

The man curled his lips, waved at Norris, blended into the sparse crowd, and disappeared in just a few seconds.

Sighing silently, Norris cast his eyes on the magician who was being driven away by the police and shook his head secretly.

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"Two policemen! Please understand! The reason I set up a stall here is not to disturb social order!" The magician tried his best to explain, but it was obvious that in this special period, anything could be judged as an incident related to Pantheism.

In the eyes of the police station, it is best not to have any vendors set up stalls, especially this kind of magic show with a lot of mysterious elements, which may be related to the Pantheist.

Even if you really have no connection, the police officers of the police station do not have extra time to investigate your background, and you have to leave if they ask you to.

The magician obviously does not think so. He thinks he has not committed any crime, so why should he be driven away?

His performance venue only has some simple props, a light wooden table, a pure black tablecloth, and some exquisite small props.

Similarly, these things can also be easily overturned by the police into the canal.

The two police officers were obviously a little annoyed by the argument with the magician. One of them even grabbed a corner of the wooden table and said in a threatening tone: "I only want to say something once. You can do it yourself. I don't want to be violent, but don't force me to do it."

"Hey! Sir, please don't be so rude! We are all gentlemen, let's talk nicely!" The magician quickly pressed the tabletop and acted very anxious, "Please don't destroy my magic props, these are very important things!"

"It doesn't matter to me whether it's important or not! I'm more concerned about whether you can understand me. Now all street performances are prohibited in Manburg. We didn't arrest you and fine you, which is our utmost kindness!"

The magician was unwilling to back down, but his props couldn't flow all the way to the North Sea along the canal, which made him a little embarrassed.

He also had his own reasons for setting up a stall here to perform, and he would not leave here until his goal was achieved.

Fortunately, someone intervened at this time.

"Three of you," Norris walked over with a cigarette in one hand, "I wonder what you are arguing about?"

The two policemen looked at Norris. A valuable gray wool coat was enough to prove that this guy was not an ordinary person. The rich people who stayed in the North Sea during this period were either cold-blooded businessmen with ties to the empire or royal dukes.

The two men's attitudes were obviously eased a little, and they said, "This street magician set up a stall here. We have kindly reminded him that the recent Manburg City does not allow street performances, but this guy has repeatedly taught him not to change."

"I have difficulties too! I can't leave here yet!" The magician repeatedly emphasized his point of view.

"Okay, stop arguing," Norris rubbed his temples. Now he was a little glad that he borrowed an Arnold coat to wear when he left the Seaton Bar, otherwise these guys might not look at him so friendly. "Two police officers, there is no need to get angry about this little thing. Why don't we do this privately, and it won't cause any trouble to you."

As he said, he had already taken out a few banknotes from his pocket and handed them to one of the police officers.

The two police officers looked at each other. Norris didn't look like someone they could afford to offend. Since the other party had made such a request and given benefits, there was no need to keep pestering him.

"Okay, then remember to deal with it quickly." The two police officers pretended to remind him a few words and turned away.

Norris breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could say anything, the magician behind him walked around in front of him and looked at Norris with surprise. "Oh! Kind sir, you are back again? Thank you very much for your help. I hope I can make up for your generosity with my performance."

"No need, unless you can change back the hundreds of lems I just handed them." Norris felt that he couldn't stand this guy anymore, "Tell me, who are you? Why are you so obsessed with setting up a stall here to perform?"

When it comes to this, the magician first took off his hat and saluted, and introduced himself, "Hello, generous sir. My name is Gunrick Cote, a down-and-out street magician. If you want to ask me why I set up a stall here to perform... then I can only answer you that there are gods guiding me."

Hearing this, Norris raised his eyebrows, "The gods are guiding you? Are you a missionary?"

"I'm sorry, that's not the case," Gunrick showed a lost expression, "Unfortunately, my inspiration is not enough to support me to witness the miracle of the 'unknown'. It is another god who guides me... He calls himself a spirit keeper."

"Spirit keeper..." Norris showed a playful expression on his face, and did not question Gunrick's words, "I see... Then why did the spirit keeper guide you here?"

Gunrick was a little surprised, because Norris did not think he was a lunatic because of his words. Many people thought he was just a hysterical lunatic after hearing his words, because the vigil had never had a messenger of God to convey the oracle so far, and many atheists thought he was a fool.

But Norris... did not question or laugh, but accepted his words very calmly.

This was simply... incredible.

This is why Gunrick revealed his mission to Norris next.

"I am waiting for someone here... His name is Bell Clive, and I want to tell him... some news that can help him avoid death."