Mystery: The Stars Returner

When Hastur's figure appeared in the bar again, Leonard stood up and walked towards him, and Serafina also cast a curious look.

"Hasta, I didn't expect you to come tonight. I hope you won't be angry at what I did just now. I think you can understand my situation just now."

There was an apology on Leonard's face. He really felt that he was sorry for Hastur in front of him. It was obvious that his original intention of coming to this bar was to buy back Hastur's drink, but now, Hastur When I arrived, I was chatting with a beautiful woman.

Putting himself in his shoes, Leonard felt that he was so inhuman.

"Of course, I understand you very well."

Hastur had a smile on his face, but he was cursing in his heart: "I understand that it is very interesting for you to fall in love with a witch. In fact, you can just pretend that I don't exist."

Leonard said happily: "Hasta, I am determined to be your friend!"

"Go, don't let people wait there for a long time."

"I would like to introduce you to Seraphina. After all, you are my proud friend."

"This is not good. The bar tonight is a stage that belongs to the two of you. There should be no third party involved." Hasta refused Leonard's invitation with a smile.

He has no intention of talking to the witch and making friends. As for what it's like to be a witch, he should let Leonard experience it by himself.

"Well, if I have time in the future, I will come and treat you to a drink."

Leonard didn't force it, and after chatting with Hastur for a few more words, he returned to his seat, while Hastur was still sitting on the edge of the bar.

"Your friend seems special?"

Serafina looked at Hastur, who was sitting on the edge drinking alone, and a different light seemed to flow in her eyes.

"He is indeed a very special friend, and he is very understanding of my current situation."

"Let's meet him for a drink together. The more friends the better, right?"

Leonard refused: "He likes to be alone and enjoys loneliness. Let's not bother him, and tonight only belongs to the two of us. The same jealousy, I don't want to taste it a second time."

Serafina didn't mention Hastur again, and instead communicated with Leonard, keeping her eyes on Leonard's star-like eyes.

About half an hour later, Serafina's eyes were full of reluctance and she said: "It's almost time, I should go back."

"Go back where?"

"A family I don't really want to go back to."

"If this family is causing you pain, then I want to be able to help you get out of it."

"Pain is the nourishment of life. Only when I experience pain can I run towards happiness."

"Serafina, if only I could have met you sooner."

"It's not too late."

Serafina gave Leonard a look full of love.

Leonard walked Serafina to the door, and then watched her gradually disappear into the sea of ​​people.

"Serafina..."

Leonard muttered absently, and after a while he returned to the bar in despair.

He came to the empty seat next to Hastur and sat down, and then drank two large glasses of Southwell beer by himself. Then he sighed and said: "Hasta, I really fell into the whirlpool of love."

"It seems like a joyful thing for you."

Of course, it is also something that makes me feel very happy.

Hastur looked calm, but he was already suppressing a smile in his heart.

"Yes, this is indeed a very happy and happy thing, but it also brought me pain. When I parted from her, the pain caused was no less than the happiness when we were together."

Leonard said with emotion: "Pain and happiness seem to be twins. No one can live without the other. Only with pain as nourishment can happiness be called happiness."

Hastur took a deep look at Leonard, boy, your thoughts are very dangerous!

Learn to taste pain, this is the teaching of the Witch Cult.

You are a believer of the goddess of the night, but you want to fall in love with an ageless witch, and her cognition and judgment are affected by her. Are you really not afraid of being struck to death by lightning from the goddess of the night?

Oh, it seems that the goddess of the night is not good at bringing down thunder.

"Happiness is not born from pain, and true happiness does not require the participation of pain. Pain is pain, and its existence will only bring misfortune to people."

Hastur still gave a little reminder to Leonard who was deeply in love.

"But I am experiencing pain right now."

Hasta thought for a moment and said, "You can marry her home. Won't you feel no pain when you see her every day?"

"Marry home?"

Leonard's eyes were dull for a moment, then gradually brightened, and then dimmed again.

He said with a depressed expression: "I have always regarded myself as a wandering poet and have never thought about marrying a wife and having children. This is a drag on me and will only hinder my progress."

"I can't help you make a choice, you can only rely on yourself." Hasta said he was helpless.

The wandering prodigal son chose to stop wandering because of true love. This sounds like a very interesting story.

It's a pity that there is no true love in this, only Leonard's wishful thinking.

"It's so painful."

Leonard drank another large glass of beer.

In this regard, Hastur just drank quietly.

It hurts now, but what about later?

Wouldn't it be better to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself?

Although it was a bit immoral, Hastur really wanted to see how Leonard would react when he knew that the woman he liked turned out to be a witch, and she was also an ageless witch.

The old man in Leonard's body should also be looking forward to this day.

Of course, this is also a rare growth experience.

Hasta believes that he should not affect Leonard's growth, but should just be a silent member of the public.

"Hasta, if it were you, what choice would you make?" Leonard looked at Hastur with hope.

Hastur took a sip of wine, and then said seriously: "Leonard, no matter what advice I give you, you will regret it in the future."

"why?"

“Because it’s a choice you make under the influence of others, not entirely based on your own will.

You are a smart person and you should know that there are some things that you can only make decisions for yourself, which others can never do for you. "

Leonard fell into silence, and finally drank a large glass of beer, staring blankly at the entire row of wine walls in front of the bar.

"Another cup of golden wheat wave."

Hasta ordered another cocktail. The wine tasted a bit sour and sweet, saying that it had a lot of orange juice mixed into it.

Sweet and sour, is this what it feels like to be in love?

Hastur glanced at Leonard, then looked at the row of wine walls, and selected a dark wine.

Black Abyss, this name is very good.

He originally wanted to order a drink for Leonard, who was drinking heavily, but he didn't want to make it too obvious, lest Leonard's grandfather realize that he was not simple.

……

Around twelve o'clock, Hastur watched Leonard, who was a little drunk, get into the carriage and leave, and he was about to stop a carriage and go back.

But after waiting for half an hour, there was no second carriage on the street.

This situation is not common. Hastur has come to the Brave Bar many times. After waiting for about ten minutes, a carriage will pass by the door.

Hastur waited patiently for another half an hour, but still no carriage passed by, which was a bit abnormal.

He did not choose to continue waiting, but returned to the Brave Bar and asked the old man Caspars to help him arrange a vehicle.

Kaspars told him not to worry and said he would arrange a vehicle for him soon.

With nothing to do, Hastur tried to order a glass of Black Abyss, but he frowned as soon as he took the first sip. It was so bitter.

It's simply more bitter than unsweetened black coffee, and it almost makes your tongue numb.

"Only a true brave can drink this wine." Kaspars saw this scene, his tone was brisk, and a smile crept onto his face.

"Have a cup of sweet iced tea."

"This is a bar, not a drink shop."

"Tsk, we don't even have drinks like sweet ice tea. How can we meet the diverse needs of our guests? Who said you have to drink alcohol when you come to a bar?"

After chatting with Caspars for a few words, Hastur replaced it with a glass of ice water.

After waiting for another ten minutes, there was still no carriage, but a familiar figure walked towards the door of the bar.

It’s the immortal witch who has returned, Seraphina!

Hasta resisted the urge to swear, pretending he didn't see her, and continued to taste the ice water.

It was indeed an abyss of despair. I had just taken a taste of it and encountered such a desperate thing.

This ageless witch obviously came for him. She sent away the drinkers who wanted to strike up a conversation and went straight to the seat next to Hastur and sat down.

"Just now, I made a mistake."

Her tone was no longer as childish and crisp as before, but full of lazy, condescending queenly temperament.

"It's late at night and it's not good to be alone outside."

Since he couldn't escape, Hastur had no scruples.

Since Will promised himself, he would naturally keep an eye on the whereabouts of this immortal witch.

It is estimated that he committed a crime of bad taste, and deliberately did not use fate to lure away the old witch, so that he could meet her tonight.

"It's really not safe. Are you willing to take me home?"

"Do I have a chance to say no?"

"Why do you want this opportunity? What are you afraid of?"

"I don't want my friends to misunderstand."

"Then you should send me home to avoid any accidents."

Serafina's eyes fell on Hasta's face, and she couldn't help but sigh: "He is indeed born with a good skin."

"Thank you for the compliment, let's go, I'll take you home."

Hastur has no choice. It is estimated that there will be no carriage passing here tonight, which is also the method of the immortal witch.

She was probably just waiting for her to walk home and create an unexpected encounter, but unfortunately she didn't give her such a chance.

Hastur stood up and walked out of the bar. Serafina followed behind him with graceful steps.

Happy Dragon Boat Festival to all my readers.