Mystery: The Stars Returner

The night was deep, and the crimson moon had disappeared, perhaps hidden by black clouds.

On the street, the vaguely lit street lights emitted a dim light. There were very few people walking around, but there were many homeless people hiding on the corners to avoid the cold night wind.

Just at the intersection of a long and narrow alley, under a street lamp, there were four homeless people wrapped in a dirty quilt, lying next to each other.

Seeing Hastur and Serafina approaching, they just glanced at them blankly, then turned slightly sideways and continued to sleep soundly.

The last time Hastur saw so many homeless people was the last time.

We didn’t see much of them during the day, but at night they appeared from every corner, perhaps because there were police patrols during the day.

Backlund, the City of Hope, is really a bit ironic.

Hastur just looked at everything around him and did not speak. Instead, he let Serafina lead the way.

The other party didn't speak, and he had no desire to speak.

As for where he was going, he wasn't too worried.

In such a matter of life and death, he still believed in Will.

After walking for a while, Serafina saw that Hastur was very patient and finally spoke, "Baron Hastur Campbell, last time your men hurt my people, shouldn't you give me an explanation? "

"That crazy woman came to assassinate me in the middle of the night. If she's alive, it's because I gave you face."

Hastur's voice was cold and confident.

"You seem to know who I am?"

"I can smell the stench of your witch sect from a long distance away. Do you really think you are hiding it well?"

"Haha, you have a strong tone, do you have anything to rely on?"

"This is Backlund, the place where the gods are watching. Even if you get here, you still need to keep your tail between your legs."

Serafina did not answer, but instead said: "The aura on your body is very strange and difficult to figure out. There are very few people in this world who can make me feel like this."

"Oh, that's because you are too ignorant."

"You are always provoking me, do you really think I won't kill you?"

"Of course you have the ability to kill me, but someone can also kill your two daughters."

"I don't have much affection for them."

"If you hadn't shown up in time that night, I might have believed what you said."

Serafina stopped, turned around and looked at Hastur, with a playful look on her face: "I haven't been threatened by anyone for a long time. You really shouldn't threaten a witch who has little family ties."

When she was about to take action, an inexplicable panic surged into her heart, her body froze in place, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

She understands that once she wants to kill herself, the first person to die will be herself!

There is a being of a higher order watching here and protecting the young noble in front of him.

The existence that can make her feel this way is at least a Sequence 2 angel, or even higher, a Sequence 1 terrifying existence!

Sequence 1, the first echelon of strong men under the True God.

In their entire witch sect, except for the original one they believe in, the most powerful witch is only Sequence 2.

When Hasta saw her like this, he knew that Will was already watching her secretly. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said sarcastically: "I haven't been threatened by anyone for a long time. You really shouldn't threaten a young and promising person in Backlund." noble."

"..."

Serafina was silent for a while, and finally gave up all her murderous intentions and chose to compromise.

She was able to rescue her daughter at a critical moment, so the other party must also be able to rescue Baron Hastur Campbell in front of her.

What she just couldn't figure out was how could a powerful being of at least Sequence 2 deign to protect a young noble?

And just a baron?

Could it be that this Baron Hastur Campbell is also a direct descendant of a powerful being?

Backlund, Sequence 1...the illegitimate son of the royal prince?

Serafina was finally moved and looked at Hastur with a hint of complexity.

Such a young and handsome nobleman turned out to be just someone else's illegitimate son. How pitiful.

"Don't think too much. There is no hatred between us. Why don't we chat? I'm also very interested in your witch sect."

"I'm equally interested in your origins."

Serafina turned around and continued to lead the way, with Hastur about three steps away from her.

"Do you have the witch card left by Emperor Russell?"

"good."

"Are you interested in selling?"

"Can you afford it?"

Serafina's tone was calm. This was not a sarcasm, but a statement of fact.

"Yes, I'm just curious about the image of Emperor Russell on that witch card."

"As you imagined, it's a female figure, Witch Russell."

Serafina's tone was pleasant, but also seemed to be slightly sarcastic.

"Great Emperor Russell is really awesome."

Hasta sincerely admires Russell's thick skin, which is already at a level where he is not afraid of social death.

Actually using a female image to represent the witch card.

He wanted to see the witch card more and more, even if it was just to see Russell's witch image with his own eyes.

I don't know what it will look like, whether it will be ugly or beautiful, whether the figure will be flat or material, and what kind of changes will be made to the facial features.

"Are you interested in Russell's affairs?"

"I was just interested in the image of him wearing women's clothing."

"why?"

"Don't you think this is an interesting thing?"

"I don't think so."

Serafina obviously had a different idea from Hasta. She said calmly: "The gender division between men and women is not static. Men can become women and women can become men. Russell's image of a woman is not worthy. What all the fuss is about.”

No, you don't understand.

You have no idea how much fun is involved here.

Just imagine, what kind of expression would Russell have if one day he stood in front of Russell with that witch card in his hand, and called out Russell's name in Mandarin?

Is there anything more interesting than watching Russell die in front of others?

At the best moment, Bernadette could stand on the sidelines and witness this historic scene.

At that time, how will Russell respond, no, how will he quibble about his original mood of creating the Witch Card.

He would probably look serious and say in a deep voice that this was a necessary part.

Hastur didn't refute on the surface, but he was already making up a big drama in his mind.

"If you are willing to join us, maybe I can let you take a look at the Witch Card. It is the ultimate secret that contains the extraordinary path, a blasphemous secret."

Serafina's words were seductive, and her voice penetrated deeply into Hastur's heart.

This is not a deliberate display of her witch charm, but a natural and amazing allure that can be revealed inadvertently.

Just like her conversation with Leonard, she did not use extraordinary powers from beginning to end. It was just a normal chat, which still fascinated Leonard.

"A blasphemous secret? Shouldn't it be the secret of becoming a god?"

Hastur didn't mind giving the ageless witch a little shock.

Just such a sentence, still hiding it?

Moreover, you want to seduce yourself based on this little knowledge?

At the very least, you have to come up with more valuable chips.

Serafina was stunned for a moment, "Have you seen Russell's other tarot cards?"

"Do you think such knowledge would be a great secret to the being behind me?"

Serafina fell silent again. If the other party was a Sequence 1, then he must have already learned the relevant knowledge.

"I want the assassin's potion formula, what price do I need to pay?"

Hastur brought the topic to the recipe for the assassin's potion.

Now that we have started chatting with this immortal witch, we can directly deal with her to avoid having to deal with Gemani again.

"Oh, are you tired of being a man?"

"Such a provocation is too childish."

Serafina thought for a while, then with a slight smile on her lips, she stopped and said: "I can give you the assassin potion formula, and the conditions are very simple. You must let me hold your arm during the last part of the journey. Of course, if you want to be more intimate, I don’t mind.”

"??!"

What the hell kind of condition is this!

Hasta was stunned. Wasn't this a clear attempt to take advantage of him?

Still holding hands, even more intimate.

Could it be that Leonard was not sleeping up front and was waiting on the roadside?

Stage a cliche love triangle story?

"I reject."

"why?"

Serafina looked puzzled. She only had to hold her arms. Is this condition difficult?

When nobles perform ballroom dancing, the posture is much more intimate than holding arms.

"Do you think I'm as cheap as you?"

"..."

Serafina temporarily forgot to retort.

"Just negotiate terms. Don't worry about other people's bodies every day."

"..."

Serafina finally understood that the Baron Hastur Campbell in front of her was very narcissistic, quite narcissistic!

But she didn't get angry because of this. She had been alive for so many years, and she had never seen such a person.

She has seen a lot of narcissistic people.

The only person who might be able to resist her charm and still remain narcissistic is Hastur.

"Interesting, I'm becoming more and more interested in you."

Serafina laughed, and with a flick of her finger, several lines of dense text appeared on Hastur's clothes.

"This assassin potion recipe is my reward for sending me home tonight."

"Do you know how many gold pounds I need for this coat?"

"..."

Serafina was stunned for a moment, and finally chose to ignore Hastur's words and continue to lead the way.

Finally, the two came to the outside of a large house and under the window of a room on the second floor.

After a while, the upstairs window was opened.

Mrs. Germani appeared from the window and looked at Hastur and Serafina below with a look of disbelief on her face.