Mystery: The Stars Returner

I feel top-heavy and my head feels like paste. If I shake it, it may completely solidify.

This was Hastur's most intuitive feeling at the moment. He stood up with his arms on the desk, walked out of the door while holding on to the wall, and staggered back to his bedroom.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have been so hasty to whip the djinn."

Hastur smiled bitterly and collapsed on the soft quilt.

Entering the Hall of Stars through the ceremony in the state of the astral spirit body has already wasted a lot of spiritual power. Adding the changes caused by formulating a new rule, it basically consumes 7788.

He had to whip the djinn again, which overloaded his spiritual power. His head was as heavy as mercury and lead, and the pain was unbearable.

But without that whip, he would feel incomplete.

Tsk, you still have to smoke when you should.

Hasta thought about it for a while and then fell asleep.

The next day, the early morning sunlight filtered through the screen window, dyeing his blond hair and almost blinding Hasta's eyes.

He covered his eyes with his right hand to block the dazzling sunlight and looked at the time. It was already nine forty-three.

This was the morning he got up the latest.

"It's a new day, it's time to get up and work hard!"

After muttering, he turned over, buried his head under the quilt, and rested for another ten minutes before slowly getting up.

After washing, he came to a large full-length mirror and took off his shirt, revealing his smooth back.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the picture shown in the mirror, from the back of his head down his spine, and finally stopped at his tailbone.

He did not notice any obvious changes in his spine, nor could he see any trace of the chain of order.

"Do I need to turn on my spiritual vision to see different changes?"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Hasta stretched out his right middle finger and thumb and rubbed it gently three times.

When the spiritual vision is turned on, a circle of ripples seems to ripple on the surface of the mirror. On the vaguely smooth back, the spine slightly exudes a light blue pattern that is difficult to see clearly, as if there is a chain of order that is perfectly integrated with the spine.

"There really is a chain of order!"

Although Hastur had expected it, he was still shocked.

The rules set by the Palace of Stars can really affect reality!

I just don’t know what kind of abilities such a chain of order can provide me. Is it specifically used to bind enemies?

Well, it should be said that it specifically limits the enemy's mobility.

When you encounter a suitable enemy in the future, try out its abilities.

After admiring it for a while, Hastur frowned. The abnormality of the spine was so obvious after turning on the spiritual vision. Wouldn't it be easy for others to find out that there was something wrong?

As long as you are not a fool, you will know something is wrong when you see the spine glowing.

Turning on spiritual vision to look at others is a subconscious behavior of many extraordinary people when they come into contact with others. It is very common.

Can the traces of the Chain of Order be hidden?

As soon as the idea of ​​Hastur appeared, the light blue Chain of Order pattern on the spine was completely integrated into the spine, without any abnormalities.

"That's about it."

Hastur was pleased with the result.

He put on his coat again, tidied up his appearance, then closed the door and window and went out.

As for breakfast?

It's already half past ten, so of course we have to wait until noon to eat together.

Between taking in that little energy and not having to cook and wash dishes, he would only choose the latter.

When he arrived at Backlund University, it was already around eleven o'clock. Hastator asked Professor Wayne if he was free to teach in the afternoon. If he didn't have time, he would go to the Queens District of Backlund. , and then arrive at the court gate on time.

The lunch at Backlund University is as good as ever and reasonably priced.

After dinner, I took a walk to eat, and then waited for a reply from Professor Wayne that he didn't have time for personal training in the afternoon.

The Queen.

The most powerful group in Backlund gathers together. The King's Avenue runs through it and is very close to St. Samuel's Church. It is the real political center.

The Campbell family originally lived in Queens and owned more than one property here. Unfortunately, due to Voltaire Campbell's hard gambling, those properties were lost one by one.

In the end, all the houses in Queens were lost, and the family moved to the second-tier West End. He also lost only one house in the West End, making him a true prodigal son.

Setting foot in Queens again, Hastur couldn't help but sigh at the prosperity, luxury, grandeur and the fact that no disheveled person appeared here.

After all, nobles are kind-hearted and cannot tolerate the suffering of the poor.

There were also many beggars who wanted to come to Queens to ask for some money to make ends meet. They did get what they wanted, and they could get dozens or even hundreds of pounds in a day's work.

Then, at night, they were beaten to death and all their money was taken away, and their bodies were thrown directly into the Tasok River.

After all, nobles are kind-hearted and cannot tolerate the suffering of the poor.

Hey, he is also a noble himself...

It was quite a complicated mood.

Oh, he is also poor now...

The mood is more complicated...

Hastur was daydreaming while walking on the Kingdom Avenue admiring the scenery on both sides.

In addition to the praiseworthy large houses here, the shops here are also more unique than other places.

From this street to that street, clothes are sold, from here to there, jewelry is sold, and that area is dedicated to selling gems...

Hastur just passed by the gate outside the shop, without going in to take a look. He was simply familiar with the terrain, hoping to use it someday.

After two hours of shopping, it was almost time for the court session to begin. He hired a carriage and left Queens.

When the steady voice of Mr. Justice sounded in the court, Hastur came out from the corner, walked into the door, and sat in the corner of the last row.

Well, very good, Mrs. Germani did not come today.

Hastur is in a good mood and listens carefully to today's case.

Except for catching a ship of pirates and being sentenced, there is nothing new.

After the court session, Hastur was the first to stand up, step out of the way, hire a carriage, and drive away in a cloud of dust.

"Phew, perfect."

Hastur sat in the carriage, shook his head and laughed, then opened the curtain and looked at the street scene outside.

Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw a familiar figure, one of the strong men behind the former fraudster Andrew.

The strong man's eyes were unkind, and when he saw his eyes sweeping over him, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and avoid looking at her.

There's definitely something weird!

"It should be Andrew who sent him to monitor me. Haha, he really doesn't want to give up."

Hastur lowered the curtain, his face became more solemn, and he tapped the bottom of the carriage lightly with his cane, thinking about countermeasures.

Since the other party refuses to give up, he will naturally take action.

Back in the West District, before entering the front door of his house, Hasta was keenly aware of eyes looking at him in the dark.

He looked normal, took out the key, opened the door, and then closed the door.

The other party was bolder than he thought. He had already sent people to monitor his door. It was estimated that the other party would take action no later than tomorrow night.

Although the security in the West District is good, it is impossible to monitor this area all the time, and there are always times of negligence.

Hastur went up to the second floor in thought, came to the study, sat at the desk, took out two blank envelopes, and began to write.

In the first letter, he planned to write to Gray Lint, explaining to him that Andrew's group came to his place to defraud him a few days ago and failed to defraud him. They were so angry that they wanted to deal with him, so that he could put some pressure on the police station stationed in the West District.

In the second letter, he wrote a report letter directly to the local police station, saying that Andrew's group was trying to bully a nobleman. The words in the letter were fierce, and he asked them to send someone to protect themselves secretly as soon as possible.

After writing the letter and stuffing it into the envelope, Hastur went out again to prevent other incidents.

He hired a carriage and went to Graylint's house, but he did not go in. He just asked the butler who happened to be at the door to hand the letter to Graylinte, and at the same time asked him to send someone to deliver another letter to the police station in the West District.

After doing this, Hastur hired a carriage to take a look around before returning to his home.

This back and forth not only wasted a lot of his time, but also cost him 1 sole and 4 pence!

Let him, who was not rich, become even poorer.

"When Andrew is caught, he must double the compensation for my losses."

"Shouldn't you pay the price for trying to bully a noble?"

Hasta hummed softly, held the kitchen knife and chopped a piece of celery, and then cut a whole piece of beef into thin slices. He was going to make a tender stir-fried beef.

At night, Hastur closed the bedroom door tightly, and went to the study room next door to lay the floor.

Well, this is to avoid unnecessary trouble. Now he doesn't want to fight with a group of desperate men.

Time passed little by little, and around two o'clock in the night, the sound of a window being carefully smashed open was heard on the originally silent first floor.

Did it come as expected?

Hastur, who was meditating and resting his mind, opened his eyes immediately and picked up a boning knife specially used to remove bones.

The blade is slender and sharp, and is suitable for swinging. It is much easier to use than a clumsy cane.