Mystery: The Stars Returner

It was late at night, and there was blurry starlight outside the car window.

Tonight, the crimson moon seems to be shrouded in black clouds, with faint starlight shining through.

Inside the car window, a coal lamp was hung on the roof of the car. The light at dusk was not too bright, somewhat similar to the color of a rotten banana.

"Meow."

Azshara curled up and lay on Hastur's lap, protesting dissatisfiedly.

But it had no effect. It could only watch its shiny black hair being lifted up by a big hand in the opposite direction.

"Are you still thinking about what that girl said just now?"

Sharon's shadow appeared in the smooth mirror, and her tone was always as calm as ever.

Such a calm and calm attitude can always cool down other people's emotions.

"Well, this trip to South Wales is more dangerous than I expected."

Moraka's visit tonight pointed out one thing. Regardless of whether they have evidence that they are believers in the stars, as long as most people think so, they will try to get close to them.

After all, on the bright side, he is the only star believer who looks too dazzling. They are like seeing a spot of light in the dark night. Even if it is fire, they will rush towards it.

"The journey is never smooth." Sharon has experience in this matter.

"Do you regret leaving Backlund with me?"

“Danger is the whetstone of growth.”

Hasta smiled and nodded: "You are right."

He stood up, took the sword in the staff to the window on the right, raised his hand and pierced into the shadows, groaned, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword, and then a figure fell down, and was roared. Steam train runs over.

Hastur glanced out the window, then closed the window completely and pulled the curtain to cover it.

"No peeking here!"

Hastur made another rule to prevent prying eyes, then sat back in front of the mirror, looked at Sharon inside and said: "I want to take a rest first, please help me guard tonight."

"Well, okay." Sharon's answer was still brief.

Hastur did not return to the bed, but leaned on the seat, closed his eyes, and entered the palace of stars.

"Meow?"

Azshara walked out of the shadows, glanced at the owner who was breathing evenly, tiptoed from the side and jumped onto the table, and came to rest in front of the mirror.

The Hall of Stars.

Hastur sat at the head of the table, his gaze swept across the stars, and then back to the star where the true Creator resided.

I skillfully found the light spot that represented Mr. A’s location, and received another divine revelation.

On the endless ocean, the holy mountain stands, and the figure of the Lord remains invisible. Only the pressure belonging to the Lord is everywhere.

Mr. A knelt on the sea and faced the direction of the Holy Mountain piously.

Even though he had been here once, his heart was still full of excitement and his body was trembling slightly. He wanted to look up at the Lord, but he was also deeply afraid that such behavior would blaspheme the Lord.

He could only lower his head and listen silently to the Lord's oracle.

After the oracle was delivered, the world in front of him shattered. Mr. A raised his head, and there was only a statue of the Lord in front of him.

He first saluted respectfully to the statue of the Lord, and then his eyes fell on the coffin that carried the divinity.

The last time, Lan Ervus' sudden death made him unable to find a suitable person to bear the divinity. He had no choice but to use the body of one of his subordinates to temporarily fuse the divinity, seal him in the coffin, and hold the corresponding ceremony. Ritual, allowing divinity to gradually merge with the new body.

Now, the Lord has sent the latest oracle to deliver the coffin near St. Samuel's Church.

This is a provocation to the goddess of the night and a very crazy move.

When the Lord's heir was born from St. Samuel's Church, how ironic and blasphemous it would be for the goddess of the night.

He couldn't wait to finish this crazy thing.

Three days was the time he gave himself to complete the action.

……

After finishing the divine revelation, Hastur turned his attention to the light point where Bernadette was, telling her the current hiding place of the Rose School of Thought, and asking her to leave the Southern Continent as soon as possible and not to participate in this war.

When Hastur was about to leave, he took another look at the star where the High-dimensional Overlooker was. This outer god was still floating on the sea, and the pirate team gathered around him was getting stronger and stronger.

Could it be that he wanted to wait for a war to break out in the Southern Continent and lead the pirate army to participate in this war?

Hastur glanced twice, then withdrew his gaze and left the Hall of Stars.

When Hastur opened his eyes in the real world, Azshara jumped from the table and curled up in his arms.

In the mirror, Sharon's figure emerged.

"Your rest is short."

"That's enough."

Sharon didn't understand the true meaning of Hastur's words, but she didn't delve into it.

Hasta thought for a moment and said, "Does Miss Sharon always rest in the mirror when she is at home?"

Sharon glanced at him lightly and said, "I am not the elf in the mirror."

"..."

Hastur coughed twice, knowing that he had asked a stupid question.

"It's a long night, would Miss Sharon be interested in hearing my story?"

"You said."

……

The night is long and there are many people who have no intention of sleeping.

Ince Zangwill, who had never really fallen asleep, suddenly felt someone pulling him into a dream again.

Although he sneered at this kind of behavior, he still obeyed and cooperated with the other party.

"who are you?"

"What are you going to South Wales for?"

"Do you know a man named Ince Zangwill?"

Ince Zangwill answered three questions in succession carefully. He always kept in mind his current identity, a businessman who wanted to go to South Wales from Backlund to do business.

The other party asked a few more questions and then left his dreamland.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Ince Zangwill's mouth. The extraordinary people of the Church of the Night Goddess always believed in the ability of nightmares so easily. It was obvious that this kind of move that should have been thrown into the trash heap was only useful to ordinary people.

After a while, there were footsteps passing by, and Ince Zangwill relaxed naturally, pretending to be asleep.

……

East Tucker County is also located on the eastern coast of Loen Kingdom.

When the steam train from Backlund arrived here.

Ince Zangwill couldn't wait to leave the steam train and blend in with the crowd.

He wanted to avoid it for a while and wait a few days before taking the steam train from East Tucker to South Wales.

But when he just left the train station, a violent explosion suddenly sounded behind him.

The entire land was about to be overturned, and many passengers who could not get away were buried alive in the sea of ​​​​fire from the steam train explosion.

"It's really dangerous."

Ince Zangwill was fortunate that he was sitting very close to the car door, otherwise he would have been involved in this premeditated attack.

"I don't know whose generosity actually destroyed the entire steam train."

Ince Zangwill just thought about it for a while, then hurriedly stopped a carriage and left here.

The exploding and burning steam train not only drowned those passengers who had no time to leave, but also damaged the track to South Wales.

The station quickly raised the alarm and a large number of police officers rushed to rescue and evacuate nearby passengers.

"damn it!"

"Who on earth dares to act so blatantly, with no regard for the laws of the Kingdom!"

"If I catch you, I will definitely hang you all on the gallows!"

The middle-aged man with a mustache looked at the steam train that had become a pile of scrap metal, his face gloomy and ashen.

"Boss, we have lost the news of Earl Hastur Campbell. It seems that he did not have time to escape. All the members of the escort who were following him were also killed in the big explosion just now."

"died?"

The middle-aged man looked at the ruined explosion site several times, and finally said coldly: "If he is really dead, find his body as evidence, otherwise he is missing inexplicably, do you understand?"

"Understood, we will contact the local police station to handle this matter together."

On the other side, Crestel Sesima, who also survived, looked at the place of the big explosion, frowning.

The big explosion was too sudden and too fierce. It swept through all the carriages in a short period of time, causing the entire steam train to fall into a sea of ​​fire and turn into ashes.

This is definitely not a natural accident, but a plan that has been planned for a long time!

This steam train had already been tampered with when it left Backlund!

But why wait until the steam train arrives at the station before detonating the entire steam train?

If you simply want to blow up someone on the train, wouldn't it cause greater damage if you detonate the steam train while it is traveling fast?

The more Crested Sesima thought about it, the more strange it became. Although the big explosion just now was terrible, there were not a few passengers who survived. About two-thirds of the passengers died in the explosion just now.

For a plan that has been planned for a long time, this is a flaw that should not occur, unless they planned it this way from the beginning!

But what’s the purpose?

For what reason?

While Crestel Sesima was thinking, the Punishers and Machinery Heart members from East Tucker County had already heard the news and arrived.

"This might also be an opportunity to find Ince Zangwill."

Cresty Sesima's eyes flashed. If he were an ordinary passenger, if such a big thing happened, he would usually be at a loss and stay nearby to wait for official personnel to handle it.

Only those with problems will take advantage of this opportunity to sneak away.