Mystery: The Stars Returner

A new day starts with a beautiful morning.

The maid knocked on the door and called twice loudly and sweetly. Hasta woke up and lay down on the bed as usual, resting for about ten minutes to wake up from his thoughts that had been sleeping all night.

He got up, changed his clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash up. There was a maid standing next to him who could provide him with the services he needed at any time.

Being stared at like this made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he rejected Neil's suggestion of a personal maid in advance. Otherwise, the maid would help him get up in the morning, take off his pajamas and put on new clothes for him.

If you are too lazy and don't like to do it yourself, there are also specialized personnel who can provide services such as brushing your teeth, washing your hair, washing your face, and taking a bath.

As a noble, you just need to be like a doll and let them dress you up beautifully.

Hastur couldn't help but shudder when he thought about this kind of life.

This is not a question of whether he can adapt, but that he really feels that there is no need for it. At least at this stage, he cannot enjoy such warm service with peace of mind.

After washing up, I straightened my appearance in front of the mirror, and a maid stood beside me to help smooth out some wrinkles.

When we got downstairs, the tempting aroma was already wafting from the restaurant. Today's breakfast consisted of several plates of exquisite side dishes and two bowls of white porridge. On the side were toasted muffins and a slice of bread that was browned and smeared with mayonnaise. .

Finally being able to drink a bowl of white porridge in the morning made Hasta very satisfied. It was really inconvenient for him to cook porridge when he was alone.

After breakfast, under the watch of Butler Neil, he got on the carriage belonging to the Campbell family and asked the carriage driver to take him to Backlund Bridge near the dock area.

This was the meeting place he had arranged with Professor Wayne.

Hastur asked the coachman to go back first, and he stayed alone on the Backlund Bridge to wait.

pat!

I looked at the time, it was nine forty-two, still eighteen minutes away from the agreed ten o'clock.

Hastur put away his pocket watch and stood by the bridge, looking at the dock area not far away.

It is where Backlund went to sea. It has many ports, the most advanced shipyards in the world, and the most hard-working workers.

The chimneys there were in rows and sheets, breathing out cloud-like black smoke, making the already gray sky even darker.

After watching for about ten minutes, Professor Wayne's familiar voice sounded.

"I'm late."

"No, I came a little early."

Hastur smiled and said hello to Professor Wayne, and found that there were two men beside Professor Wayne.

A man wearing black-rimmed glasses, in his early thirties, and with a strong bookish spirit, should be a lecturer in Backlund, or an assistant to Professor Wayne.

The other man was dressed similarly to a worker in the dock area. He was about forty years old. He was a little thin, with slightly swollen eye sockets. His brown hair was slightly curly and messy.

This should be the dock area guide Professor Wayne is looking for.

"This is my student Fulen Simpson, who is also a law lecturer at Backlund University. This time he came here specifically to be my assistant."

"This is Jim, who has lived in the dock area all year round. He is our guide this time."

Professor Wayne smiled and gave Hastur a brief introduction.

After a brief exchange, the group of four decided to walk to the dock area.

The dock area is noisy and congested, and the roads are often filled with all kinds of goods from all over the world. There are also many children who like to run around on the roads, which is not suitable for riding in a horse-drawn carriage.

As a tour guide, Jim quickly stepped into the role and introduced various situations in the dock area to the three Hasturs. At the beginning, he asked himself to be as gentlemanly as possible and use civilized language. However, after getting used to it, he started to sound like a fool. , curly-haired baboons to describe those responsible for the dock factory.

This seems more real.

Hastur and the lecturer Folan listened with smiles. Professor Wayne occasionally asked some questions, and Jim was responsible for introducing and answering them. The group soon arrived at the dock area.

As soon as I stepped into the dock area, it felt like a heat wave was rushing towards me, and the blazing sun hanging high in the sky cast golden ripples on the sea.

Dozens of ships, large and small, docked near the port. Most of the workers responsible for moving ships back and forth between ships at sea and warehouses at the dock were naked from the waist up, exposing their strong muscles.

Jim explained that this was because carrying things in clothes would easily cause damage to the clothes. It was better to just work shirtless, wait until the day was over, take a shower, and then put on clothes and go home.

The arrival of the group of people caused curious looks from nearby workers. Several of them greeted Jim enthusiastically, and Jim responded one by one.

As a few people continued to go deeper into the dock area, there were more and more children. They were dressed in shabby clothes and had messy hair. Most of them had bare feet. Some children wore shoes. The shoes under their feet were often too fat. They were obviously eliminated by the adults. Old shoes coming off.

They ran and played in the streets with workers and cargo boxes, fish stalls, vegetable stalls, etc., with smiles on their faces that could dispel the gray fog.

"Don't look at them because they are still young. They might have done it one by one. In the evening, after the workers took a break, they would go into groups to search for some goods that had been accidentally left at the port. For this purpose, they were divided into several small groups. There will be a few fights from time to time." Jim mentioned.

When a group of people passed through the children's play area, a few bolder children gathered around them. They all stretched out their dry hands and shouted, "Dear gentlemen, can you give me some money?" .

Professor Wayne had obviously experienced this kind of battle, and was not at all flustered. He said with a smile: "I will donate money to the workhouse nearby. As long as you are willing to go to class there, you will have food."

The children who were watching were stunned. Just having food did not impress them, and they also had to go to the workhouse to learn some knowledge. That was such a boring thing, and it was not as enjoyable as playing outside.

"Go! Go! Let's play!"

Seeing that Professor Wayne had expressed his stance, Jim stood up with a fierce look on his face and waved his hands to drive away the children surrounding him.

The children dispersed in a hurry, mocking Jim for being an old bachelor as they ran. Seeing that Jim was angry and wanted to chase them, they hurried back to join their own small group.

"Hmph, they are a bunch of ill-educated brats who are still gossiping about the women at home when they are young."

Jim was still angry. In front of distinguished guests, a group of children revealed the fact that he was not married, which made him feel very embarrassed.

Although not getting married is normal.

Professor Wayne smiled and said, "Let's go."

"That is to say, gentlemen are kind-hearted. If they encounter a gentleman with a bad temper, they will ask the servant to whip him."

"Some time ago, two of our children were severely punished with a whip because they bumped into someone. The clothes on their backs were soaked with blood."

"But they didn't dare to step forward to stop them. Finally, the parents of the two children came over. They didn't dare to say anything. They could only hold their children home in tears. It is said that they are still lying in bed recovering from their injuries."

Jim talked more.