Mystery: The Stars Returner

With slightly curled fluffy blond hair, light blue eyes, delicate features as sharp as a knife, a slightly childish face, and a slender and well-proportioned figure, this is a young man who is both handsome and youthful.

His face was pale and bloodless, his forehead was sweating, and his body was trembling slightly. He looked as if he had just escaped from a catastrophe.

He has indeed traveled through time.

Russell looked at the face in the mirror that was completely different from his own and sighed heavily.

But when he woke up, he became another person, a poor boy who had just died in a mysterious incident.

After a period of brainstorming with severe pain, he took a deep breath and completely accepted the memory of this body.

Hastur Campbell, the name of the true owner of this body.

He is a down-and-out nobleman living in the West End of Backlund, Roen. He has just turned eighteen this year, and yesterday was his eighteenth birthday.

Last night, when he was eighteen years old, he returned to his room, closed the door, laid out various materials, and performed a mystical ritual that was said to be able to bring people back to life.

He had not even stepped into the extraordinary starting sequence 9, so he was naturally unable to complete the ritual. He was also backlashed by the ritual, died, and was replaced by Russell.

This is a poor child.

The reason why he took the risk to hold the resurrection ceremony was to bring his mother, who had been dead for ten years, back to life.

The ancestors of the Campbell family also had a glorious period. His grandfather, Dawn Campbell, was still a member of the House of Lords when he was alive and accumulated considerable wealth.

But when it came to his father, Voltaire Campbell, because of his gambling and stupidity, he not only succeeded in losing his status as a member of the parliament, but also sold his titles one after another, leaving only a baronet status for him to inherit. As for the manor real estate It was basically squandered.

It can be called a different world version of Fuguier.

Faced with such a hopeless gambling father, his mother died of depression when he was eight years old.

Fortunately, his father was also exhausted due to drinking and sex. When he came home late one time, he accidentally fell into the river and died soon after. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to live to this age normally.

He was brought up by the loyal old butler Robert Jones.

One month before his eighteenth birthday, the old butler Robert Jones left him because he was too old and became ill due to hard work.

Already despairing of the future, with his last little hope, he used all the cash he had left to buy a bunch of occult materials and try to hold a resurrection ceremony.

If he succeeds, he can be reunited with his mother. If he fails, he can go down and accompany them to avoid living alone in the world.

In the end he failed.

"May the goddess bless you to find your mother and old housekeeper in the world of death, and never be alone again."

Russell sighed solemnly and tapped his fingers four times on his chest, drawing a crimson moon.

Yes, the original owner is also a devout believer in the goddess of the night.

Russell stared at the person in the mirror, bowed slightly and said softly: "Although I cannot fulfill your wish to resurrect your mother, I will help you restore the glory of the Campbell family."

"From now on I am Hastur Campbell."

"Hasta, this name doesn't sound very auspicious..."

Hastur frowned slightly. In a world where mysticism flourishes and mysterious events occur frequently, to have the same name as the King in Yellow is either too ambitious or too ignorant.

Based on the stereotype of Voltaire Campbell in his memory, such a name should belong to the latter.

In this mysterious world, there shouldn't be an old god like the King in Yellow, right?

Hasta felt inexplicably confused and looked around.

The mysterious world is inherently dangerous and full of pitfalls. If he has anything to do with the King in Yellow, he won't be able to survive for long.

But now, he can only live as Hastur Campbell. Even if there are pitfalls, it is his unavoidable fate.

Gulu, Gulu...

Hasta lowered his head and looked at the source of the sound in embarrassment. His stomach was protesting. After all, he had not eaten a grain of rice since last night until now.

Alas, compared to the possible appearance of the King in Yellow in the future, the current situation of hunger is more urgent.

Life is not easy, Hastur sighed.

Before leaving the room, Hastur first cleaned up the things in the room after the ritual failed. Some scrapped or useless materials were wrapped in a few newspapers. Then he walked to the window, pushed open the two closed windows, and opened the door. A little wind.

In the distance, tall chimneys stand tall, and black smoke is constantly emitting out. Near the chimneys are a row of rows of townhouses on both sides. The streets there are filled with stalls selling goods, and pedestrians stop to buy some food from time to time. and daily necessities.

Compared to the quietness and petty bourgeoisie of the West District, life there is obviously more lively and lively.

Woo! Woo!

A whistle whistle echoed on the platform, and a huge monster-like steam train dragged more than 20 carriages across the platform.

Backlund, the capital of Loen, is also known as the Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals and the Land of Hope. It is also the most mixed-up metropolis.

Since Hastur received the memory of the original owner, he has realized that he has traveled to the world of "The Lord of Mysteries", and the timeline is several months ahead of Zhou Mingrui.

After stopping for a while to appreciate Backlund's customs and customs, Hastur's intense hunger made him have no intention of delaying any longer.

Although the scenery is good, the stomach is more important.

Because the original owner had dismissed all the servants in advance, the three-story building was quiet at the moment, with the only sound of his footsteps on the floor.

The third floor was the floor where Voltaire Campbell lived alone. It has three bedrooms, two living rooms, two cloakrooms, a sunroom, a study, four bathrooms, and an oversized balcony.

The second floor is where Hastur and the old housekeeper live. In addition to the two bedrooms, there are four rooms for guests, a living room, a cloakroom, four bathrooms, two studies, and a moderately sized balcony.

On the bottom floor, there is an oversized living room, two kitchens, two dining rooms of different sizes, three bathrooms, and four servant rooms for servants to rest.

There is also a sizable garden, as well as stables, storage rooms, basements, etc.

This is the only remaining property owned by the Campbell family.

Originally, Voltaire Campbell also wanted to sell this building and replace it with a smaller house, but the old housekeeper stopped him with his earnest words.

It is said that this is the last dignity of the Campbell family, and it cannot be sold anymore, and as a noble, there must be a suitable place to communicate with other nobles.

The old butler also used the reason of maintaining the last dignity of the Campbell family, and helped Hastur leave a large manor in the suburbs for entertainment and enjoyment, as well as a plantation for growing cotton and vineyards.

These three properties are the last fig leaf of the Campbell family, and they are also the little bit of property that the old butler tried his best to save for Hastur.

A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse!

These three properties are all owned by the Campbell family. Unlike a certain poor god, they still need to rely on renting to maintain superficial respectability.

But compared to the real aristocrats, they were quite poor and were almost on the verge of bankruptcy.

If Hasta fails to live up to his expectations, Luen will no longer have the noble surname Campbell in the future.

Hastur went downstairs, passed through the large living room, and came to the kitchen on the right.

The first thing that caught the eye was a dazzling array of kitchen utensils and a variety of condiments. There were no vegetables, meat, or fruits. The only edible thing was two pounds of oatmeal bread placed on the table.

"Fortunately it's not unpalatable black bread."

Hastur breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't think his stomach could bear it if he ate that kind of food.

He walked to the stove, took a kettle and made a pot of water, turned on the gas, and prepared to boil the water, add some honey, and have it with oatmeal bread for breakfast.

Gulu...

Feeling hungry again, Hasta couldn't wait patiently for the water to boil. He pulled up a chair and sat at the table, tore a small piece of oatmeal bread with his hands and ate it.

It does have a strong wheat flavor and tastes very soft, but the sweetness is average.

Well, he is a staunch sweetie. He only eats sweet tofu and insists on not touching salty tofu. He also likes to eat a series of sweet snacks such as puffs, pastries, and White Rabbit toffee.

But there is a saying that goes well, when you are hungry enough, everything you eat tastes delicious.

Before he knew it, Hastur had eaten a third of a pound of oatmeal bread. His mouth was dry and he was choking.

Fortunately, the water has been boiled.

Go to the seasoning area, find a jar of honey that has not been used much, take a bowl, take a spoonful of honey, brew it with boiling water and stir.

After letting it cool down a bit, I blew it along the edge of the bowl and took a small sip. After I was sure it wouldn't burn my mouth, I drank it in large gulps. At the same time, I ate a third of a pound of oatmeal bread with honey water.

After eating and drinking, Hastur sat back in his seat with satisfaction, caressing his bulging belly with his right hand, and burped. He placed his left hand on the table and tapped his fingers on the table in turn.

He should also think about what he is going to do next.