Mystery: The Stars Returner

On the street late at night, as soon as Leonard left the room, he quickly started running wildly.

At this moment, he truly understood the true meaning of freedom.

It turns out that having the right to say no is true freedom.

I don’t know what time it is late at night. It’s hard to see any pedestrians on the street. I can only occasionally catch a glimpse of homeless people asking for warmth.

After running for a long distance, Leonard regained his composure a little bit, and began to run in the direction of the nearest Harvest Church.

Only by escaping to a place covered by the power of the church can he truly be out of danger.

The Harvest Church is located in the South District of the Bridge, adjacent to the Backlund Bridge District. It is currently the place where he can find support the fastest.

Leonard didn't know how long he had been running. It wasn't until he arrived at the gate of Harvest Church out of breath and his legs were weak that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know why Serafina didn't catch up. What he wanted to do most right now was to go to the bathroom to clean himself up in a mess, then lie on the bed and pull the quilt over to cover himself who had no face to see anyone. .

When the affable, burly priest of Harvest Church asked him why he was here late at night.

Leonard forced a smile on his face and said, "Because of love."

……

The next day, until the sun was shining brightly in the sky, Leonard stopped a carriage and returned to St. Samuel's Church in the North District.

As soon as he arrived at the church, he was given a few words of reprimand by his captain, telling him not to be late for work again because of drinking.

"Not anymore, never again." Leonard shook his head and almost raised his hands to swear.

After all, he still didn't tell the captain about his heart-to-heart talk with a witch last night.

When he could rest, he returned to his room. The first thing he did was hide in the bathroom for more than an hour. Then he lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt to cover his head.

"Haha, do you know now that you have no face to see people?"

Deep in his heart, the old man's gloating voice sounded on time.

Leonard was ashamed and his cheeks were hot. He really wanted to find a small crack in the ground and crawl into it.

"That's an immortal witch. You didn't rise to the challenge. You simply failed to live up to my expectations."

"..."

Leonard wanted to retort. If you hadn't suddenly revealed Serafina's true identity, he might still be immersed in the taste of the witch.

But such a rebuttal would only make him more embarrassed.

Accepting criticism and ridicule silently is the most suitable for you now.

After a while, after the old man’s ridicule and cheerful laughter stopped, Leonard, who had adjusted his mentality, finally asked: “Old man, since you already knew Serafina’s true identity, why didn’t you remind me earlier? "

"Isn't a wonderful encounter with a witch also a wonderful poem?"

"You clearly want to see me make a fool of myself on purpose!"

"Okay, then what?

How could you end up in this situation if you didn't take offense to others' sexual intercourse? "

"..."

Leonard was speechless and thought of many excuses.

But he still couldn't get around that it was because of Serafina's beauty that he lost his usual calm judgment.

Even if the other party is not a witch, with a personality like his own, sooner or later he will stumble over something like this.

"Your friend Hastur is smarter than you at this point."

"Hasta? Is he so good at this?" Leonard felt a lot of pressure.

The voice deep in his heart disappeared and he stopped talking about this topic.

"Ugh……"

Leonard lifted the quilt and sighed heavily. He found that whenever he closed his eyes now, the scene of his heart being dug out by Serafina would appear in his mind.

What's even worse is that Serafina, who is doing such a cruel thing, is still so beautiful, even though she is chewing her own heart, with blood on her lips that just spurted out from her heart and blood vessels.

She still has a breathtaking beauty.

……

"How should I reply?"

In the study, Hastur sat in front of the desk, with a piece of letter paper placed on his right side.

This is a banquet invitation from Mrs. Germani.

Originally, Hastur had always directly refused invitations to such banquets.

Especially since I had just witnessed the chaos of Mrs. Germani's family last time, I didn't want to attend this banquet even more.

But this time, Mrs. Germani wrote a lot in the letter, and she was sincere, saying that she wanted to explain to her face to face what happened that night.

Hastur didn't care about that.

It is also believed that if Hasta does not come to the banquet this time, she will come directly to visit.

If you avoid seeing her, she will come every day.

This is a useful threat.

But he still doesn't plan to go to the banquet. If Mrs. Gemani really doesn't care about face and keeps coming to visit, he can temporarily go to the suburban manor to relax.

I just happened to take the hound trained by Gray Lint to see how its actual hunting ability is and whether it can catch the eye of Earl Hall.

After thinking for a while, Hasta began to write on the letter paper: "I originally thought that Mrs. Germani was a person with a very moral bottom line, different from other aristocratic ladies who only knew how to pursue love and carnality."

"I didn't expect that you are gradually turning into a hateful woman. Even across the letter, your desires, your greed, and your imperfect image are clearly visible on the paper."

"I hope you can abandon your useless fantasies and actively embrace a new life..."

Hasta wrote a few more lines in the end. In total, this was the longest reply he had ever written to Mrs. Germani.

Ask Butler Neil to send this letter to Mrs. Germani, and Hasta will forget about this matter.

Now, holding a pen, he had a strong desire to write, and by the way, he wrote "Pinocchio" that Miss Sharon liked to read.

There were a total of eight or nine pieces of paper, and after roughly collecting the content twice, Hastur stopped writing, put the story manuscript away, and then took out a new stack of white paper.

He planned to forge another batch of Russell's diaries to sell to Audrey.

During the recent period, Audrey didn't seem to have gained much in searching for Russell's diary.

She has asked him twice if there is a new Russell diary here, and hinted that she would increase the purchase price.

Although Hastur already has a lot of wealth, after the last purchase of Viscount Abel's land, there is not much money left at his disposal.

I need to make some money to fill my own coffers.

Anyway, he has basically reached the level of proficiency in imitating Russell's diary. Except for Russell himself, outsiders can no longer distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

For Russell's diary, which only needs to be used to make money, Hasta does not need to care about the knowledge density of the content at all.

On a piece of paper, you can write four of Russell's romantic affairs, plus a little bit of occult knowledge.

Except for the usefulness of occult knowledge, other contents are formatted descriptions.

The specific format is as follows: what day of the month, which noble lady, back garden, and subsequent evaluation.

Very simple and clear diary format.

Of course, in addition to the aristocratic lady's romantic affair, Hastur was also kind enough to prepare some other small desserts for Russell.

For example, a certain fat-bellied noble coveted him, the temptation from the witch, the explosive performance of the song and dance troupe, the melon eaters who witnessed the first scene, etc.

Anyway, it's probably these categories. Hastur tried his best to change the tricks so as not to make Russell's private life seem too monotonous and boring.

As for the sources of occult knowledge revealed, Mr. Men, Zaratul, the Twilight Hermits, the Church of Steam clergy, etc. can be allowed to perform for free.

Ever since the almost formulaic format of Russell's diary came into being, Hastur has become more relaxed and casual in imitating Russell's diary.

About an hour later, Hastur shook his aching arm and looked at the twenty-odd Russell diaries on the table with satisfaction.

Based on the price he sold to Audrey, these Roselle diaries could earn him several thousand pounds.

Earning several thousand gold pounds an hour is tens of thousands of gold pounds a day.

He has almost realized his dream of making money every day.

As for Russell, whose reputation was affected, and Mr. Fool, who was tainted by this knowledge, Hastur chose not to see their emotions.

After all, the shining gold pounds were enough to temporarily blind him.

"Thank you to Emperor Russell for the precious wealth he left behind."

"Thank you Mr. Fool for pursuing Russell's diary."

"Thank you to Miss Audrey for her generosity and her current financial position."

Hastur thanked him silently in his heart, and then put the twenty-odd Roselle diaries separately into drawers.

Now, he only needs to wait until Audrey comes to buy it, and he can earn a lot of money in craftsmanship fees.

"Knowledge is wealth."

Hastur sighed, got up and left the study, went to the side room, and picked up Azshara who was about to pounce.

"Aisshara, have you been greedy again recently?"

"Meow."

"As long as you're willing to admit it, I'll cut the cat's food in half at night. Do you have any objection?"

"Meow?"

"Okay, I know you don't have any objections, so we will happily implement this decision from now on."

"Meow?!"

"You said you firmly support the decision to halve the cat food? Azshara, you are becoming more and more aware of the righteousness. You all know that you can save money for your family."

"Meow……"

Azshara finally let out a feeble meow.