Mystery: The Stars Returner

Secretly collecting information?

Hastur's first reaction was the Aurora Society where Mr. A belonged and the yellow-robed monks lurking in the dark.

These two organizations have been paying special attention to themselves since they were born, and it is reasonable for them to secretly collect information about themselves.

"Don't you think it's strange at all?"

Maric couldn't understand why Hastur could look so calm. Normally, shouldn't he be curious and shocked?

"It's strange, who is collecting my information?"

"...Your reaction is a bit too fake."

"Is it so obvious?"

Hastur smiled and shook the wine glass on the table. The dark red liquid swirled along the wall of the glass several times.

"We guess that those people belong to the Witch Sect." Sharon said, looking at Hastur with a bit of curiosity and scrutiny.

"Witch Cult?"

Hastur was stunned for a moment. What was the good witch sect doing collecting his information?

I haven't asked them for the assassin potion formula yet.

Maric said in a teasing tone: "Tsk, Hastur, it's normal for you to look like this to attract people from the Witch Sect. I heard that they just like young and handsome men."

"Maric, are you jealous of me?"

"..."

Maric snorted softly and shut up. He was not that stupid to discuss this topic with Hasta, so let Sharon do the talking.

Sharon said in a very calm tone: "The Witch Sect has always been synonymous with disaster and despair. It will never be a good thing for them to find you."

"Maybe they just think I'm good-looking?"

"It's possible, after all, you only have this skin left."

"..."

Hastur thought it was better not to talk too much in front of Sharon, otherwise she would stab her hard every time.

After sorting out his thoughts, Hasta said sternly: "I have not had any contact with people from the Witch Sect. The only one who is more likely is Mrs. Germani. Someone told me that she has some connections with the Witch Sect."

Maric couldn't help interjecting, "Hasta, so you were taken by a noble lady."

"This is a kind of distress, Maric, you are not me, you don't understand what kind of painful experience this is."

"..."

Maric wanted to slap himself in the face, but why did he talk to him like this?

"Aren't you nobles always very open in this regard?" Sharon's tone was as calm as ever.

"Those are other nobles. I have always kept myself clean and have never messed around with men and women. Well, I have mysophobia."

Hastur felt that he needed to clear his name to avoid being misunderstood.

"That's not a problem we need to worry about. You can take care of it yourself."

"If I am really in danger, I will ask you for help."

"I may not have time."

"Sharon, you are so heartless."

Sharon's face was calm, her blue eyes glanced at Hastur, and she said no more.

……

In a luxurious villa.

In a luxuriously decorated room, the bustling room once again became calm.

"You seem particularly enthusiastic tonight?"

"You go."

"Tsk, that's too heartless. It's often said that when a man pulls up his trousers, he won't recognize you, and it seems the same goes for a woman when she puts on a skirt."

"I didn't ask you to come, it was you who insisted on coming to me."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you on this issue. I recently asked someone to find out about Baron Campbell. He's not bad. He looks very exciting."

There was silence in the room for a while, and then an angry voice sounded: "I don't need you to interfere in my private life!"

"I'm just out of curiosity and don't have many other ideas, but you, on the other hand, can't even seduce a little man. Can your charm only fascinate those old men with big bellies?

Oh, I forgot, you were determined not to embark on the path of a witch at the beginning. Now, do you regret your innocence in the past? "

"roll!"

"Hahaha, you're actually angry! You actually wavered in your past determination because of a man!

You should still remember our family’s admonition: witches die of love! "

"I don't need you to remind me!"

"I'm just afraid that you will embark on a path of no return. After all, I am your sister."

After a pleasant chuckle, the window opened, a figure walked away from the window, and then the window was closed again.

"Baron Hastur Campbell..."

……

The Hall of Stars.

Hastur sat at the head of the long table, his eyes swept over the bright stars, and finally landed on the stars of the high-dimensional overlookers.

The high-dimensional Overlooker who had been staying with Adam was now embarking on his own journey again. His direction was very random, and he had no too clear purpose.

At this moment, He was raising a bonfire in the wild, and he also leisurely collected many thick and tough vines to build a fairly flat vine bed between two big trees.

He tested the strength of the new bed and after confirming that it could support His weight, he turned over and lay on the bed, looking up at the stars.

Leisurely and cozy.

This made Hastur, who had been observing him, couldn't help but sigh: "He really looks like an ordinary human being, not at all the scary side of the Outer God in the past."

After watching for a while, Hastur finally resisted the urge to strike with the whip, looked away, and took another look at the star where the true Creator and Adam were.

Now that Aurora is so actively looking for believers in the stars, this is definitely an instruction from the true Creator.

Since the other party wants to find him, if he has nothing to do in the future, he can come and look at him for a while.

This time Ourolius is no longer with the True Creator, and must be out on business.

Could it be that he ran to Backlund again?

Even Will can't sense him now, and Ouroleus shouldn't be able to detect anything unusual about him.

After staring for a while longer, Hastur also glanced at Adam.

He still stayed in that church, not praying devoutly, but looking out the window, not at the stars, but at the distance.

When will Adam hold a meeting of the Twilight Hermits?

Hasta is looking forward to this day, when he can see how powerful this organization is.

After observing for a while, he looked away.

Take a short break and start to spy on destiny, regarding the assassin's potion recipe.

The person in the picture is Mrs. Germani, which is a revelation of fate.

This is the same as Will's recommendation, and it is a faster way.

But he really didn't want to be associated with someone like Mrs. Germani.

"Wait a minute."

Hastur is not very anxious about the assassin potion formula.

Cut off the connection with the Hall of Stars and go offline to sleep.

Late at night, the wind outside the window suddenly intensified, and the wind chime hanging in front of the window in the study made several crisp ringing sounds.

Hastur, who had already fallen asleep, woke up from his deep sleep.

He subconsciously turned over and held the cane lying beside the bedside. His eyes changed from dazed at the beginning to sharp and alert.

Spirituality reminded him that someone was approaching.

Since Mr. A visited his door in the middle of the night last time, he has gained experience.

In order to prevent someone from coming in through the window in the middle of the night while he was still asleep, Hasta left a small warning sign on the window, which would alert him if the breath of an extraordinary person approached.

This is a little trick he learned from the Church of Steam and Machinery after he stole the Black Emperor's card last time.

For him who can make rules, this is not difficult.

Holding the cane, he just changed from lying on the bed to squatting on the bed, without choosing to get out of bed to open the window.

Phew, snap! Snapped!

A strong wind blew and two windows were knocked open.

The wind entered the bedroom, making the things inside make a rustling sound.

Fortunately, there was nothing valuable, so even if it was blown to the ground and broken into pieces, Hasta wouldn't feel bad.

"You're on high alert."

A charming and somewhat cold voice flowed into the room along with the strong wind.

Hastur did not answer the other party. He stood up from a squatting position, got out of bed, and pulled out the sword in the cane, but did not move rashly. After all, no one knew who was coming to him now.

From the sound of this voice, it seems that it is not the transgendered Mr. A, but may be an Extraordinary from the Witch Sect.

They were so bold that they came to Queens at night and knocked on the window of a nobleman.

"Haha, little man, do you want to see me?"

This time the sound had entered the room from the window, just in the shadow above the window.

Hastur's eyes glanced around. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Assassin's stealth?

Hastur raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he was also a master of invisibility, and using this ability in front of him was no less than a master's degree.

Slowly opening his spiritual vision, he saw a graceful shadow above the window, lying upside down on the ceiling, looking down at him like a spider.

She was wearing a long black dress with a red lace hem. She looked somewhat similar to Mrs. Germani, but their eyebrows were completely different.

Mrs. Gemani's eyebrows are full of amorous feelings, but this one is charming and passionate, with eyes that are touching people's hearts.

"I don't want to meet someone who only knows how to sneak around."

As Hastur spoke, he came to the edge and lit a beautifully shaped lamp.

The light wasn't too dazzling, but it was enough to dispel the darkness in the room.

The figure on the ceiling took advantage of his invisibility and quietly came to the top of his head, like a big spider about to pounce.