Shadow Apostle

The men in blue uniforms did not approach the three carriages.

Instead, a cordon was formed under the command to block passers-by around the carriage.

Not a break, but a detour.

All passers-by who wanted to approach were waved away by the blue-uniformed guards, indicating that they should go around outside the circle.

But no one said anything, and all the blue uniforms were gesticulating.

It was like a collective voice had been lost.

At first, some passers-by came over to question him, but the phenomenon was too strange, and some people in blue uniforms had already displayed their batons, so soon no one came close, and the passers-by obediently chose to go around.

Within a few minutes, two men came out from the direction of the watchman, one with blond hair and one with green hair. Their clothes were very similar to Monica's.

The two of them also said nothing and ran to the carriage door in the middle before stopping.

The car door opened, and two men in cloaks quietly carried the metal boxes out of the car.

The two men with blond hair and green hair immediately leaned over and nodded to each other with the cloaked man.

Then the two of them protected the box one after another and formed a cross with the cloaked man.

The six black soldiers in the third carriage also jumped out of the carriage and surrounded the box at six corners in the center.

The outermost blue uniform began to move.

They lined up along the path leading to the depths of the Hall of Justice, cutting off a passage of at least twenty meters to the left and right with the box as the center, extending into the distance.

Seeing that the people in blue uniforms were almost done, the group of people protecting the box walked along this deserted road.

After the box left, the two cloaked men in the first car also got out of the car and followed them from a distance.

Only then did the coachman wave his whip and the three carriages slowly drove away.

"Huh", Monica and Horst exhaled at the same time, and then they remembered that they didn't have to hold their breath.

"As expected, it was delivered to you." Horst felt a headache when he thought of Swain's words. Since it was related to him, there was nothing to avoid. "I happened to bump into it at the Flame Tongue this morning. This thing is very dangerous. ?”

"Well, C-037 was transferred from the shelter at the headquarters specifically to deal with B-235." Monica frowned and said, "Andrew Siff moved so fast, he transferred it over by airship overnight. .”

"Is that something related to sound?"

"Hmm." Monica thought for a moment, then smoothly twisted Horst's arm and pressed his shoulder, "There are too many people here, so it's hard to talk. Go to my place first. I'll ask you what you said first. If anything comes up, we’ll deal with it together at that time.”

"Thank you very much." Horst was escorted for two steps and suddenly felt something was wrong. "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"Ahem, I'm used to it. Who told you to come in like this every time? Come on, walk on, it's really blocking the road."

Monica quickly let go of her hand, looked away with a blushing face, and pushed Horst hard.

This woman has so many faults, I don’t care about her.

Horst curled his lips and was pushed along by Monica.

Avoiding the open carriages passing by on the path, and getting out of the way of the policemen in blue uniforms who ran out of the way from time to time, the two walked quickly along the carved stone path until they stopped at a two-story building.

The Catcher in the Rye.

A small building in Baroque style, with two white marble statues at the door.

It is said that one is the first king of the Kingdom of Nordland, Jefferson I, and the other is the first lord of the Moon Territory, Marquis Ansel Venn.

But to Horst there was no difference, they all looked the same.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a lady in a fashionable red dress sitting behind the counter. She was like a red squirrel, holding a handful of nuts and eating them enthusiastically. In the huge space of the foyer, the sound of "click" was heard from time to time. the sound of.

As soon as he saw Horst come in, his eyes widened immediately, and he huddled behind the counter like an angry quail and said viciously: "Mr. Horst Drom, it was because you committed a robbery in the police station last night that caused me to suffer. The director scolded me and deducted three days of my salary.”

"I think it's just because she wants to find an excuse to deduct your salary." Horst shrugged, "Faced with the exploitation of evil forces, you can no longer endure it. You have to learn to resist, use strikes, demonstrations... Wait a minute Monica, I haven’t finished speaking yet.”

"Leina, I'll take him to my office first. I have business today, not to detain him."

Monica pushed Horst to the second floor before he could finish the instigation, leaving only the young girl Reina, who viciously mourned the lost salary with a clicking sound.

At the end of the second floor, Monica opened the room with Officer Veronica's nameplate and pulled Hoster in.

"Everyone is busy handing over the mysterious items today, and there is no one here. I got entangled with B-235 because of yesterday's incident, so I chose to avoid it temporarily to be on the safe side."

As Monica said this, she took off her top hat and took off her windbreaker. She looked particularly cool wearing a men's formal suit underneath.

After hanging up the clothes, he turned around and said, "You are not allowed to sit on my chair, get up."

Horst was sitting comfortably behind Monica's desk. He looked around, sniffed, opened the drawer at hand, and took out a small plate of butter cookies.

"Are you a dog? A friend put that in my drawer."

Monica strode over, but as soon as she got closer, Horst had already picked up a piece and handed it over.

"Give."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's so sweet. You taste really weird. Here, there's still half a cup of coffee left."

"Go away."

Monica blushed and inhumanely defended the right to use the office chair. Then she hid the cookie, glared at him fiercely, and continued:

"C-037 was specially transferred to deal with B-235. The specific information will not be released to us until we officially deal with B-235. I don't know it now. But it is said that it is indeed related to the sound. It seems You cannot emit a volume exceeding a certain decibel level, otherwise it will be heard and activate it."

"Huh? Who can control their own volume at any time?"

"Yes, no one can do it, so you saw our countermeasure just now." Monica spread her hands, "The best countermeasure is to shut up, so the name of C-037 is 'Shut Up'. "

"What a good name." Horst rolled his eyes, "Why do I hear your description and think you are saving these mysterious items instead of trying to destroy them?"

"Real mysterious items cannot be destroyed. Unless you directly pray to the gods and let them directly send down their power, otherwise if they are destroyed by mortal power, they will be randomly reborn nearby like B-235 after seven days. The result can only be... They are out of control." Monica sighed, "But allowing them to remain in the mortal world will only cause disasters one after another. That's why we are here to deal with mysterious events and handle mysterious items."

"deal with?"

"Contain the mysteries, control the mysteries, and protect the civilians. This is our highest-level responsibility. In fact, the other six countries also have official organizations like ours, such as the supervisors of the Tulip Kingdom, Warehouse No. 13 of the Anara Republic, and Human The Empire’s Windspeakers all have similar functions, and all churches are willing to support us because they also need us to stabilize people’s emotions.”

Monica added:

"Twisting our souls to fight against the mystery from the fantasy world, until our souls can no longer resist the erosion of the mystery, and are eventually assimilated into the twisted body by the fantasy world, pointing the weapon at our former companions, and finally being completely liberated in the hands of our companions. Many. The awakened people all use the same sentence to laugh at themselves, 'Every awakened person is either a madman, or is on the road to becoming a madman'. This is the responsibility and destiny of us awakened people, whether you are willing or not Accept that from the moment you awaken, there is no turning back.”

Horst touched his stomach and said nothing.

Ever since I traveled here, I have never looked back, ever.

Not knowing Horst's thoughts, Monica sighed and said: "In the past, you only came into contact with mysterious ordinary people and followed the Awakened Convention jointly formulated by all churches and official organizations. These things need to be kept secret from you. But now Since you have awakened, it is not illegal to tell you. As for you, you came to me today just to ask about the mysterious item you sent yesterday? What is it? "

"I don't know either. Director K said that there will be a dedicated person responsible for putting it there, and he will contact me when he finds out. I don't know when I can find out, so I want you to help me ask." Horst added, " Also, as agreed, I have to borrow the library of the Hall of Justice, and I need to look up something."

"Um?"

"Regarding the information about the Church of the Lord of Theft and Fraud, it is said that they are going to take action against me. I need to find out their characteristics first. The other thing is to check the relevant information about the Lord of Shadows. If there is any, I suspect that the believers of fraud Taking action against me has something to do with the conflict between the gods. Also, I want to see the files on the recent homeless death case."

"Are you interested in this?"

"In exchange for news."

"Well... the case file is simple. I will issue you a letter of introduction. You can just go to the archives of the Hall of Justice to check. If you want to check the information, you have to wait for K... huh?"

Before Monica finished speaking, the subtle sound of gears rubbing suddenly sounded in the wall.

Then a mechanical bell hanging on the wall suddenly vibrated and made a deafening sound.

Horst looked at Monica in confusion, but found that her face became a little ugly.

"This is……"

"Alarm." Monica took a deep breath and added with a gloomy look, "Alarm for the temporary shelter for mysterious objects, emergency level, high."