Mystery: The Stars Returner

Silence.

There was no sound.

Leonard opened his mouth slightly and looked at the blond young man in front of him who seemed to be drowning in sadness.

For the first time, he felt that fate was so cruel to allow such a person to appear in front of him.

Tonight, half of the poem that was supposed to belong to me was squeezed away by others, and I seemed to be eclipsed, contrasting with the brilliance of others.

"Ugh."

A heavy sigh came out of Leonard's throat. He had a complicated look on his face. He stared at Hastur for a long time and whispered: "Backlund is worthy of being the city of hope and the place of miracles in the world."

"How about my poem?"

"very good."

Leonard nodded, but seeing that the other person didn't seem proud of it, he asked curiously: "When and under what circumstances did you create this poem?"

"Just now, when you were singing a psalm."

Click.

It seems that something cracked due to external impact.

Leonard looked down and saw, oh, it turned out to be his fragile and sensitive heart.

"That's great."

An incomprehensible smile appeared on Leonard's face, and he said seriously: "Hasta, your talent for poetry is really good, and you are very suitable to become a poet."

"I'm just an amateur, writing poetry is not my specialty."

"..."

Huhu.

There was a gust of wind blowing, and something seemed to be swept away.

Leonard looked into the distance, oh, it turned out that his heart had turned into powder and followed the breeze.

"what happened to you?"

The words of concern made Leonard retract his dull gaze from a distance, put a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "It's okay. I just suddenly thought about something clearly."

"whats the matter?"

"There is no need to be too attached to invisible things in life."

"That's a very reasonable statement. You are indeed an excellent poet."

The smile on Leonard's face became even stronger, so thick that it couldn't be removed, like the thick gouache a clown applied when performing.

It's a pity that I'm not a clown, otherwise I should have completely digested the potion.

After a long time, Leonard finally calmed down after drinking several glasses of Southwell beer. After thinking about it, he asked tentatively: "Hasta, how do you think you should write a good poem?"

Learn to hit the enter key.

Break a complete sentence into two or three paragraphs, and then say some fragments that sound erratic but seem to make sense.

Then mix them together in twos and threes, and finally learn to leave some blank space.

Hastur complained silently in his heart.

"I think a good poem should be true to one's feelings. The richness of human emotions is our greatest weapon, rather than being pretentious and singing old tunes at a young age."

Hastur gave a pretty good suggestion: Poems that can touch people are truly works worthy of being sung.

Emotions, infecting others with true feelings, arousing resonance among readers and listeners, making them immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

As for the piling up and decoration of words, it is just the surface of a poem. The overall structure of the poem is the skeleton, and only emotion is the real soul.

Many poets only have a gorgeous appearance, but do not have an outstanding soul.

Of course, sometimes they even look ugly and lose their skeleton, like a puddle of mud on the ground.

As for the soul?

The shiny black and foul-smelling sewage next to it is.

"Hasta, you should really write poetry and let more people appreciate your works."

Leonard's eyes almost sparkled. As the conversation progressed, he felt more and more that the blond young man in front of him was a genius in writing poetry.

"I'm better at satire and criticism than writing."

Hastur is very self-aware of this.

Seeing that Leonard wanted to persuade him again, Hasta said with a smile: "Emotion is the source of poetry. If you insist on forcing it, you will only lose the beauty of poetry and become a tool for poetry."

"Ok."

Leonard thought this sentence made sense, but he also felt really sorry for Hastur.

If he had this kind of poetry talent, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

As the two continued to talk, someone not far away talked about the Star Believers.

Now, with the fermentation of the matter, the topic of Star Believers is no longer limited to the extraordinary world, and even ordinary people know a little bit about it.

In their view, this is an emerging cult or a terrorist organization.

All the big things that have happened in Backlund recently were caused by these followers of the stars.

Leonard and Hastur, who listened quietly for a while, looked very unhappy.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Leonard said deliberately: "Believers of the stars, Backlund seems to be in a popular activity recently to find their traces."

"After all, the rewards are very generous. Even the police station has posted a reward. As long as you find traces or relevant information of the followers of the stars, you can get a considerable reward." Hastur also joined the topic.

"Do you know anything about the Star Cultists?"

"Not sure, what about you?"

"I don't know much about it either. I only came to Backlund recently, so I don't know much about what happens here."

Leonard smiled and acted as if he didn't know anything.

Hasta thought for a moment and said, "I heard that a disciple of the stars has appeared recently, and I don't know what he looks like."

"She should look pretty good."

"Have you met him?"

"I just heard people talking about him. He is said to be good-looking and looks very gentle."

"Well, if there is a chance, I would like to meet that believer of the stars."

Leonard turned the empty wine glass and asked curiously: "Why are you interested in him?"

"I'm just curious about what kind of person can be protected by the stars."

"That's not a good thing."

Leonard thought for a moment and decided to remind Mr. Hastur, who had an extraordinary conversation.

"Now even people from the Seven Orthodox Churches are looking for followers of the Stars. This shows that this is an extremely evil and dangerous organization. It is best for us ordinary people not to have any contact with them."

"Extremely evil and dangerous?"

Hastur narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "But I haven't heard of those star believers doing anything terrible?"

"That's just the appearance. Maybe they were responsible for the many recent murders."

"But didn't the police station find the murderer? How did you know it was the followers of the stars?"

Leonard laughed and said, "I'm just guessing. It may not be true, but one thing is for sure. There is absolutely no harm in staying away from them."

"Too."

Hastur raised his wine glass and clinked it with the wine glass in Leonard's hand, and said with a smile: "We ordinary people should really stay away from them."

"Wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom."

Leonard drank another glass of wine, finally couldn't help the swelling in his abdomen, got up and went to the bathroom.

"O devotee of the stars."

Hasta murmured, ordered another glass of fruit wine, and drank it in small sips.

He was thinking about whether to find out the fake person pretending to be a follower of the stars. If he was allowed to mess around, it would ruin the reputation of the stars.

Although he didn't care much, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Even though he had done nothing, he still had to take the blame for Backlund's troubles.

People who blaspheme should be punished.

After a while, Leonard walked briskly from the bathroom, and then asked the bartender for three glasses of Southwell beer and a few plates of snacks.

Looking at him like that, he's probably going to drink late tonight.

Hastur took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was already past eleven o'clock.

We've been chatting very late tonight, and it's time to go back and rest.

After all, Backlund is not very peaceful recently, so it's better not to stay outside for too long.

"Hasta, do you want to continue drinking?"

Hearing that Leonard was about to treat him to a drink, Hastur held up the half-drunk fruit wine in his hand, shook his head and said, "I've drank a lot tonight, and I have to go home to rest later, so let's wait another day."

Leonard felt a little pity and walked over with a sigh.

Hastur glanced at him and said, "What seems to be bothering you tonight?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You look like you are planning to drink until dawn. People who drink alone late at night usually have something on their mind. Only in this way can they drink all the wine."

"That's a good thing to say."

Leonard did not state his true situation, but talked about how difficult it was for him to first come to Backlund.

For example, the house prices are too high, the place is unfamiliar to me, and I have to be busy with work, etc.

Hastur listened quietly, and after he finished his glass of wine with Leonard, he stood up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he told Leonard that if he wanted to drink with him in the future, he could try his luck here. Or tell the waiter here.

Leonard said that if he was free in the future, he would come here to have a drink with him, and then watch Hastur leave in a carriage.

“Drinking is just not fun without a great drinking partner.”

Leonard sighed and thought of Klein.

This friend, whom I had been friends with since Tingen, was good in many places, but his drinking capacity was average, so it was difficult to have a good drink with him.

Hmm, Klein’s poetry level seems to be average, right?

Sure enough, people with both talent and appearance like Mr. Hastur tonight and myself are only a minority among the minority after all.

Leonard drank in silence until the bar closed at dawn and he was ready to leave.

Before leaving, the waiter told him that Mr. Hasta had paid for his wine in advance.

"Tsk, someone invited me to drink when I first came to Backlund. I am indeed a very charming person."

Leonard was quite moved by this, stopped a carriage, and returned to St. Samuel's Church in the North District.