Mystery: The Stars Returner

the next day.

When Hastur went downstairs to dine, although Butler Neil behaved as usual, Hastur still found that his expression was a little unnatural.

It seemed that what happened last night left a deep impression on him.

After breakfast, Hastur originally wanted to reward himself with a day of relaxation.

But thinking about what Bernadette said some time ago, if he meets her again when he goes shopping this time, she will target him.

As for whether he would encounter it, Hastur's consciousness told him that he would.

This is the mutual attraction between fates.

Even if Hastur and Bernadette each want to avoid it, they will meet again somewhere.

Unless Bernadette leaves Backlund, the pull of fate will weaken. As long as she is not too close, she will basically not encounter her again.

Hasta thought for a while and decided not to provoke Bernadette. She was currently idle and had nothing to do. If she targeted him, it would be troublesome.

As usual, Hasta went to Gordon Club to exercise all morning.

Although he has completely digested the barbarian potion and the club's effect on him has weakened, he has already paid the money. It would be a big loss to leave the club like this.

It’s better to come a few more times while you still have some enthusiasm.

After another lunch at the club, we took a short break and went to the law office.

With Lecturer Foulun’s enthusiasm, all the work of the law firm is on track.

Lecturer Foulen can also take a break from his busy schedule and occasionally return to Backlund University to give lectures.

After asking about the current situation of the law firm, Hastur asked about Professor Wayne's current situation.

During this period, Hasta did not go to Backlund University, and it had been more than half a month since he had seen Professor Wayne.

"Teacher, he is busy writing a new book."

"What book should I write?"

"On how to formulate laws in the new era."

Lecturer Foulun gave Hasta a detailed overview of the situation.

With the abolition of the previous corn laws, there was a big shock in the aristocratic circle. Some aristocrats who only knew how to enjoy and play on weekdays were so depressed that they had to sell real estate to support their lives.

Sensing an opportunity to be promoted to a new nobility, some wealthy businessmen spent heavily to purchase large amounts of land in preparation for becoming nobility themselves.

Recently, the king has discussed with several powerful figures such as Duke Negan, the Prime Minister, and Earl Hall to prepare a bill to purchase the title.

Lords, barons, and viscounts can all purchase items at clearly marked prices.

As long as you can afford enough gold pounds, you can become a noble regardless of your status as long as you are a citizen of the Kingdom of Loen.

Emerging aristocracy.

It is said that the king is even preparing to take out several earl titles and put a clear price tag on them.

However, the price is basically upwards of several million pounds, and only the top businessmen have such strong financial resources.

Professor Wayne and other professors who studied law smelled the flavor of change in this trend, and they met to study the law of the new era.

If nothing unexpected happens, Professor Wayne may be directly involved in revising the laws of Loen Kingdom in the future.

After hearing this, Hastur said with a smile: "Have you ever wanted to buy a title?"

At first he was just joking, but after thinking for a long time, Professor Fulen said: "I have this idea. Although noble status is no longer as valuable as before, it is a noble after all. No matter how the Kingdom of Loen changes in the future, nobles will always have special characteristics."

"How many gold pounds does it cost to buy a Lord?"

"In addition to the necessary land, it will cost about 10 gold pounds."

"..."

Hastur said no more, and looked at Lecturer Foulun with a more curious look.

10 gold pounds. Lecturer Foulun is not very young yet. Has he already accumulated such a rich net worth?

"Ahem, the teacher said he plans to support me a little bit."

"How much support?"

"About 3 gold pounds."

"..."

Professor Wayne is so rich!

Hasta sighed with emotion, and then said sternly: "Since it is the teacher's support, you must not let him down."

"??"

Lecturer Foulun looked at Hastur in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"I am also the teacher's student, so he should also support me a little."

Hasta blinked. Lecturer Foulun smiled and said, "Yes, I believe the teacher will not be biased against any student."

"Praise teachers who uphold the principle of fairness!"

Hastur and Lecturer Foren looked at each other and smiled.

He was just joking and didn't really want to ask Professor Wayne to fund him.

The greater the favor you receive, the greater the karma you must repay.

He is not that short of money now and does not want to owe Professor Wayne a favor for this matter.

Moreover, he never thought of relying on the payment of gold pounds to improve his title.

With so many gold pounds, why not keep it for yourself and spend it slowly?

Not to mention 10 gold pounds, he didn't want to pay even 1 gold pounds.

For 1000 gold pounds, you can consider it.

……

at night.

Hastur sat at the desk and took out a pen and paper. He was going to write a letter to Miss Sharon.

After all, he even gave himself the bronze whistle to summon the messenger from the spirit world. If he didn't write a letter, wouldn't it appear that he didn't care about them at all when Miss Sharon and the others came back?

He brewed his emotions for a while before starting to write.

"Miss Sharon, I am sitting at my desk at the moment, bathing in the breeze blowing from the window, and writing this letter in the unexpected moonlight.

Long time no see. Everything is fine here. Everything is fine in Backlund except that the sky is still so gray.

I wonder if your trip went well? Did you encounter any danger? Need help with anything?

Even though I'm in Backlund, I can't really help you with anything.

Well, this doesn't mean that my concern for you is false.

Well, I just said that, after all, I don’t know what to say at the moment. "

As he wrote this, Hasta paused for a moment, thought for a moment but still did not erase this rather offensive sentence.

Being a little poorer would make it less serious. After all, this is not the last letter of farewell.

"Recently, I met a woman who claimed to be your friend. She has long chestnut hair, is fashionably dressed and has a strong Intis style."

"The first time I met her was in a Lemberg specialty restaurant. I even treated her to a meal. Although she took the initiative, I was still the one paying."

"The second time we met was in a dessert restaurant. She seemed to be very interested in me and even asked me if I had any close relationship with you."

"Well, the last sentence is my own guess. Although she didn't say it clearly, I know that this is what she wanted to express."

At this point, Hasta stopped writing and thought for a moment before continuing to write: "I did not intend to spend a lot of time describing an unknown woman in a letter to you.

"Just because this is the only thing that I have encountered recently that is related to you, I wrote it as clearly as possible so that you can understand what exactly happened."

"Unconsciously, I have written almost a page...it seems that there is nothing left to say."

"Miss Sharon, you must pay attention to your safety and don't show off when you encounter something that cannot be solved. If it is convenient, you can also write to me to discuss it. Sometimes if you think about the same thing with another person, you can have different solutions."

"By the way, by the way, say hello to Maric for me, so that he won't complain in the future that I didn't mention him at all in the letter."

"It's a bit late, go to bed early."

Hastur finally habitually wanted to write "good night", but after thinking about it, he decided to change it to "rest early".

I checked it carefully twice and found nothing that needed to be modified.

Hastur folded the letter, blew the brass whistle, and sent the letter.

……

Under the illumination of the same crimson moon, the messenger traveling through the spiritual world delivered the letter to its contractor.

Sharon opened the letter and read it slowly.

"Who sent the letter?" Maric came over curiously.

"your good friend."

"Hasta? When will you give him the bronze whistle?"

"Before leaving Backlund."

Sharon calmly answered Maric's questions while reading the letter.

After Sharon read it through, Maric asked, "Did I be mentioned in the letter?"

"Yes." Sharon's lips curved slightly.

"He still has some conscience."

Maric did not explore what was actually written in the letter. It was a letter sent by Hastur to Sharon.

If there was anything important, Sharon would tell him.

"Are you going to write him back?"

"if you have time."

"That's it. It seems that Hastur won't receive a reply."

"?"

Do you look like someone who can't write a reply?

Sharon glanced at Maric, thought for a moment, and then handed the letter to Maric.

"You really only mentioned it once!"

Maric clenched the letter tightly with a fierce look in his eyes, and Sharon felt much happier.