Shadow Apostle

Chapter 4 Miss Jessica Burnt

"Uncle Swain, you promised me that you would help me find the most suitable and reliable manpower, but do you really think the mass of objects next door is reliable?"

The blond lady Jessica Berndt was in the room next to the office with Sven White. When Jessica saw Horst just now, she pulled Sven back here.

At this time, the lady was no longer astonished as before, but with a gloomy face and fierce eyes, she stared at the object inside through the crack in the door.

"Such a money-hungry, despicable and bottomless scum, is he the ace candidate in your mouth? And my spiritual sense can't tell that he has any mystery at all. He is not even as good as those amateurs outside."

"His fighting ability is indeed average. A dog might be able to chase him and bite him. He does not have a Class A detective agency license issued by the Police Headquarters. Over the past year, he can only be regarded as a temporary mystery hunter soliciting customers on the street. However, Jessica, believe me, unless you are looking for a head-to-head fight with the Illusionary Overlords and their cultists, Horst is the perfect candidate."

Swain White explains:

"His sense of mystery is unmatched by others. It can be seen from the words he said when we entered the door that he has sensed the mystery remaining in the photos. Don't talk about other amateurs, you Can Level 1 sense the mystery?"

Miss Burnt bit her lip and fell silent.

"Look, he can discover mysterious existences immediately. Coupled with his natural ability to attract mystery, as long as this is truly a mysterious event, it will never escape his investigation."

"Besides, it's probably not an accident that something like this happened to your family suddenly. There might be other things involved behind it. According to my observation, this person has a natural ability to identify lies and scams. In line with his own The characteristics really couldn’t be more suitable.”

"Huh, of course he can tell. He is a despicable and money-grubbing liar who specializes in talking. He knows the same kind." Jessica gritted her teeth and said.

"Haha, sometimes his behavior is indeed a little bad, and sometimes he is a little obsessed with money, but at least he is a liar who keeps his promises. He drank too much some time ago and said he would help Monica solve the problem of the ritual blade. Even Monica thought he was just drunken bragging, but today he brought the knife.”

Miss Burnt fell silent.

"And in the past year, he has solved five bounties." Seeing that Jessica was confused, Swain explained, "Our bounty targets are not strong. In terms of strength, an outside amateur can solve them. But it is very troublesome to find a solution. Just like the Ritual Blade he just solved, there is no trace of it at all, so that more than thirty soul awakeners in the city can't do anything with them. But he can As an amateur, you can do something that more than thirty of us can't do, and we have done it five times in a row. Isn't this the kind of help you need?"

"Humph." Miss Burnt snorted, but did not refute.

"Haha, how did he offend you? You rarely get angry with others. You only focus on academics."

"he……"

The blonde lady clenched her fists, but was speechless.

It's really a bit embarrassing.

This time, in order not to expose the secrets here and the family's secrets, she had to come to the bar alone for help, but she had no idea how to get in. As a result, she almost couldn't get into the bar and was in trouble.

She also knew that she actually had no real loss.

Spend the money you originally planned to spend, and then achieve your original purpose.

No problem at all.

Technically, she should even say thank you.

But for some reason, Miss Jessica Berndt is so irritable and wants to hit someone.

Especially when the guy inside was wiping Yinluka out of boredom, this emotion became even more obvious.

"Ahem, Mr. Horst." Sven White hurriedly walked into the office again, smiling and asking Jessica to sit down on the sofa opposite, "Let me introduce you, this is Jessica... Miss Burnt, the eldest daughter of the Burnt family, will issue the commission on behalf of the Burnt family."

"Dear Mr. Horst." Following Swain, Jessica showed a standard aristocratic smile and said meaningfully, "Just as you expected, the next opportunity for cooperation appears so soon."

Gee, this employer seems to be quite vindictive. He would have tricked her more Luca.

Horst sighed with a headache: "Are you sure you want to hire me, Miss Berndt?"

"Of course, I will not miss anyone whom Uncle Swain strongly recommends." Miss Berndt's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "Don't worry, dear Mr. Horst, I will do my best." I will cooperate with your work. I believe that with my cooperation, you will be able to complete the task within three days, right, hehehe."

Otherwise, there wouldn't be a fourth day, right? Unfortunately, my thirty-seven mysterious encounters were not in vain. My experience in this area is no less confident than that of you professionals.

Horst smiled: "I believe so too, so, what's the reward?"

Jessica Berndt was suffocated by her confident aura. She bit her lip and looked at Horst again: "The Berndt family is willing to pay a basic remuneration of fifty...forty-nine silver Lucca for this. You can continue to add more based on the specific difficulty of the task.”

"I have an additional request."

"Please bring it up."

"I hope to borrow the Burnt family's classics, from the Third Age."

There was silence in the office for a moment, Jessica Berndt and Swain looked at each other, and then she nodded and said: "Yes, I can even help you find what you want."

"Then..." Horst stood up suddenly, put his top hat on his chest and bowed gracefully, "Horst Drom from Vera Street, I am willing to serve you, beautiful lady. I will do my best to meet the deadline. Complete your commission."

"I sincerely look forward to it, and I will always be watching you, Mr. Horst." Jessica lifted her skirt slightly and responded with ladylike etiquette, saying meaningfully, "So when are you going to start?"

"Now."

As Horst said this, he had already put on his hat and picked up his cane. He also held the wine that Swain had poured for him in his hand.

Jessica was stunned: "It's already past twelve o'clock now, is it really okay?"

"Under the light of the crimson moon, isn't it the time when mysterious traces are revealed?" Horst said hello to Swain, and then stood on the elevator, "And this matter must be resolved as soon as possible, the better. Otherwise you won’t be able to hold on any longer soon.”

"Um?"

"Even if you are a Soul Awakener and a pharmacist, you can hardly bear the pressure of this matter." Horst imitated Swain and pushed the putter, "If you resolve it early, you will be able to Get a good night’s sleep early.”

Well, before the elevator started moving, Jessica turned her gaze to Swain, but Swain shook his head, indicating that he had not revealed the information. Then the elevator started, allowing the two of them to leave Swain's office and disappear into the gas lamp. In dim light.

"Please wait for me."

As soon as the elevator stopped, Horst smiled at Jessica and walked straight towards Marvin in the corner. The silver Serena was placed on the table, and it seemed that the repair had been completed long ago.

Bang, before Marvin could speak, Horst placed the wine glass in his hand in front of Marvin. Marvin's eyes lit up as soon as he smelled the smell, and his gaze seemed to be sucked into the wine glass, and he couldn't leave it for a moment.

"Dunst?"

"Just five luka, how about it?"

"Take Serena and disappear for me quickly." Marvin gently pressed the rim of the wine glass and glared at Horst, "Don't disturb me drinking, no, this is not called drinking, it is called a pilgrimage."

After skillfully letting Serena spin a few circles on her index finger, Horst hid the revolver back in his pocket and left the Tongue of Fire with Jessica who secretly rolled her eyes at him.

The night is already deep.

Silvery white and crimson, the twin moons are still high in the sky. Under the cold moonlight, a huge airship flies across the sky quietly, as if it is flying into the crimson moon.

A row of dim gas street lamps reflected the deep midnight street.

Several scrawny stray dogs walked through the alley in groups, their whining sounds getting farther and farther in the alley.

Not far away on the street, a mysterious carriage without an emblem was parked in the shadows. Two strong men in windbreakers covered their faces with top hats and waited silently.

Seeing Jessica coming out, the carriage quietly started and stopped in front of the two of them.

The carriage looks unremarkable on the outside, but is quite comfortable on the inside.

The cashmere blanket from the Norian Empire of the European and German continent was soft and thick, and the incense abundant in the Newland continent was elegant and pleasant. Relying on the elastic sofa, Horst could not feel the bumps and vibrations of the public carriage at all. If it were not for the car, The scenery outside the window is flowing, and the carriage is not moving at all.

"Now that I'm in the car, I can explain it clearly." Horst leaned comfortably on the sofa. "Only photos can't explain much. I need to understand the general situation first."

The oil lamp on the wall of the carriage was lit by Miss Jessica. Under the dim light, Miss Jessica spoke in the accent of the Nordland Kingdom aristocrat with a strong nasal voice.

"The photo is of my family's villa in Qingmai District, not the Berndt family's mansion in Crossflower District. In fact, it is less than three kilometers on both sides, but no one usually lives in the villa, and only a few servants go there to clean it every ten days. I My brother occasionally comes to stay for a few days, but he doesn’t stay for long.”

"Yesterday morning, the maids who went to clean suddenly came back like crazy. Only then did we know that something happened in the villa, and it turned out like in the photo."

"Why was it that the matter last morning was only solved tonight?" Horst tapped the folder, "I think this is already a very serious case."

"Here's the problem. Our Burnt family will not hide such a serious large-scale murder, and we will definitely call the police as soon as possible. But..." Jessica smiled self-deprecatingly, "We don't know how to deal with the police at all. explain."

"Um?"

"Because we have no idea who died."

Horst frowned and silently pulled out the photo.

In the dimness, the creepy feeling became more and more obvious, but Horst still endured the discomfort and read it again.

"Judging from the situation in the photos, there must be at least a group of people being dismembered inside. But you don't know who died?"

"Yes, I can confirm that those are indeed human blood, and the amount of blood is enough to drain the blood of at least ten people." Jessica sighed, rubbed her forehead and said, "The blood at the Berndt house In the villa, there was a scene of widespread death, but we in the Burnt family have no idea who or even what was dead. There are no unsolved missing cases around."

"We dare not call the police easily until we find out what happened. Who knows what problems the watchmen will find. If there is any scandal, it will be another blow to the family."

"What about those notes? Can't you figure something out from them?"

"If you have read it, you will know that it is full of crazy words and is difficult to understand."

"The person who wrote it can't understand it?" Horst asked, "Whose notes are those?"

"My father's."

"How did he say?"

"He..." Jessica's expression was a little strange, "He passed away last year. No one knows when he left those raving words..."

"I understand." Horst sighed, "Then let's go to the scene and have a look. It's just after midnight."