Mystery: The Stars Returner

When the lingering sound dissipated, the dark clouds in the sky also moved away, allowing the light of the crimson moon to shine again.

"Have you really thought about it? Once you embark on this path, there will be no room for regret."

"Didn't you always hope that I would become a real witch like you?"

"What I hope is that you figure it out and become a witch voluntarily, instead of choosing to become a witch because of love. In that case, you will be very painful in the future."

"Isn't this better? Only by experiencing pain can we get closer to the original."

"Okay, I will bring the assassin potion tomorrow night to help you become an extraordinary person."

"Where's the mother?"

"Haha, she is probably looking for a suitable partner in the bar."

Moraka left one last taunt before putting on his clothes and leaving the window following the shadow.

The wind blew along the window, dissipating the strange smell in the room.

Mrs. Gemani got up from the bed and came to the floor-length mirror, letting the crimson moonlight shine on her smooth and delicate back.

She looked at herself in the mirror and reached out to gently touch every part of herself, but there was no unnecessary expression on her face.

"How wonderful would it be if this were the palm of Baron Campbell's hand?"

Mrs. Germani murmured silently, imagining that Hastur was standing behind her, hugging herself.

Unfortunately, she was always alone in the mirror.

……

Brave Bar.

Leonard, who finally got rid of his busy schedule, once again came to this paradise for the brave.

Unfortunately, he did not see Mr. Hastur with whom he had a drink that night, so he asked the bartender to tell him when Hastur came to the bar.

Sitting in front of the bar, Leonard ordered three glasses of Southwell beer in one go. He had successfully reimbursed the 50 gold pounds for drinks. Now, he had plenty of money left, so it was not a big problem to have a drink.

After about half an hour of drinking, a graceful figure came to the door of the bar.

She looked to be in her twenties, but her skin was as white and tender as a seventeen-year-old girl.

Her facial features were exquisite without any flaws. She was wearing a complicated black dress and was nearly 1 meters tall, which made her legs look particularly slender.

Very beautiful, very tempting.

She walked forward gracefully, with a slight smile on her lips, but her eyes revealed the majesty of a queen.

In the bar, everyone who was drinking was attracted by her appearance.

Leonard couldn't help but take a second look. She was indeed an extremely outstanding beauty.

It can be said that the person in front of him is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.

No matter which aspect, there is nothing to fault.

The woman didn't take it seriously in the face of the numerous gazes. She came to the bar, two empty seats away from Leonard, and then ordered a blue cocktail.

Her slender fingers gently traced the wall of the wine glass, and her eyes seemed to be immersed in the blue liquid, very serious and nonchalant.

In just about three minutes, no less than seven or eight people wanted to talk to her, but they all failed and left with disappointment.

Leonard did not move, but drank his Southwell beer, and only looked up at her after a while.

He is also a frequent visitor to the bar, and he has his own experience with the women who come to the bar to get drunk.

For example, the woman in front of me, at first glance, should be the wife of a certain nobleman. She has no shortage of money and no shortage of people.

What I like most about such people is an interesting soul.

Only by arousing their interest can we make further progress.

As for trying to coax someone into bed over a few drinks, that's a bit naive.

You must be patient with such a woman, let her become interested in you first, and then it is your turn to take the initiative.

Leonard knew this well, so he remained firmly seated in his position without any thought of approaching him.

He drank in silence, his eyes inadvertently revealing memories and vicissitudes of life, and his whole person seemed to have a sense of story.

Stories, especially unknown stories, usually have a different appeal to the opposite sex.

For women like this who come to bars to get drunk, well-behaved little boys are not their target. Only men with stories about them can arouse their interest.

Almost an hour later, the woman in black dress finally got up and walked to the empty seat next to Leonard.

"It seems like there are a lot of stories happening to you?"

"It's all in the past. Now I only care about the stories that will happen in the future."

Leonard's voice was gentle and full of vicissitudes of life, and his face also showed a painful expression of recalling the past at the right time.

But this painful expression disappeared in a flash, leaving only calmness and indifference.

"The future, who can see through the future, can you?"

The woman's voice was low and pleasant, like fragile stained glass, as if she was about to burst into tears the next moment.

This is a woman with many sad things.

Leonard thought for a while and said: "The future I can see is free of pain, sadness, and all worries, and is just pure happiness."

"Don't you have anything worth being sad about in your heart?"

"As long as you learn to forget, sadness is just an insignificant symbol in life."

The woman looked into Leonard's eyes, breathed out the scent and said, "My experience tells me that you are far from as calm and leisurely as you appear now."

Leonard smiled and said, "Your approach will always disturb people's hearts. I can only restrain myself, but I cannot avoid it."

"You're very good at talking, but it's too late tonight. Tomorrow night, if you're still here."

The woman in the black dress left these words, paid the money, and turned around to leave the Brave Man Bar.

At this time, many paying attention to the drinkers in the bar gave Leonard a thumbs up, and some even whistled obscenely.

Leonard had a faint smile on his lips and acted very calmly, but he felt inexplicably happy in his heart, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filling his heart.

He was already looking forward to their reunion tomorrow night.

Late at night, Leonard left the Brave Bar after paying 2 gold pounds and 3 sole for his drink.

After walking for a while, he stopped a carriage.

After returning to the North District, where he lived, Leonard took a shower while humming a proud ditty.

After returning to the bedroom and lying on the bed, Leonard's mind was filled with the graceful figure of the woman in black dress.

Finally he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart and said: "Old man, if I get a perfect score of 10, how much do you think my performance tonight is worth?"

"very."

A voice sounded from deep inside.

Leonard was shocked: "Old man, you actually gave me full marks! Was my performance really that good tonight?"

"Of course, with just a few words of conversation, you managed to leave a deep impression on her and even made an appointment to meet again tomorrow night. Such performance is definitely a perfect score."

Leonard said happily: "Old man, I'm not as good as you said, so I only rated myself 9 points."

"Oh, where's the missing point?"

"Alas, I couldn't win her down in the first meeting. This proves that my abilities still have room for improvement."

"It's really rare that you learned to be humble."

After Leonard was happy for a while, he came back and said, "Old man, are you trying to laugh at me in a different way?"

"You have too much heart. I am very optimistic about you. Come on."

"..."

Leonard always felt a little strange. Usually the old man was not so easy to talk to.

But tonight, he was uncharacteristically positive about himself. Could it be that he had discovered the shining point in himself?

"It's a date tomorrow night."

Leonard giggled for a while, then pulled the quilt to cover his head, and several more uncontrollable laughter came from inside.

"Hey, I seem to have forgotten to ask her name. How rude."

……

Hillston District.

Hasta came to the law office today, but Professor Fo Lun was not here. He said that he was busy dealing with some school matters and asked him to come here to take a look when he had time.

Everything in the law firm is on track. There are very few things that really need to be decided by Hasta. Most of the matters can be solved by a few lawyers brought out by lecturer Foulun.

With nothing to do, Hasta looked through the financial statements of the law firm for the past month.

From no fluctuation at the beginning, to a slight twitching of eyelids, to a look of shock.

This law firm is really making money!

In just one month, excluding the wages of lawyers and assistants, the law firm made a net profit of about 3000 pounds.

Today, the factory managed by Harley's manager has nearly two hundred employees, and the profit it creates is only this amount.

But the total number of people in the entire law firm is less than twenty, and they can create such a huge fortune.

Knowledge can really turn into wealth.

In the afternoon, Hastur went out for a trip. Greco said that a nobleman from South Wales recently wanted to sell his land in South Wales.

That piece of land happened to border the territory owned by Hastur.

Hasta, who is in good financial condition, will naturally not let go of this acquisition opportunity.

Moreover, he also wanted to take the opportunity to learn about the situation in South Wales.

Although the Campbell family's territory was there, his knowledge of it was limited.

"I need someone who can help me manage the territory temporarily."

Hastur sighed. Currently, he still needs to stay in Backlund to work on the promotion of the title and cannot leave.

Otherwise, he also wants to be a local emperor in his own territory with high mountains and far away emperors. That feeling should be very good.