Mystery: The Stars Returner

While carrying Miss Sharon with him, Hastur kept thinking about a question.

Miss Sharon has been in the mirror for so many days. Doesn’t she need to solve her personal physiological problems?

He knew that Sharon's current sequence was a resentful soul, but her essence was still a human body, right?

Humans cannot photosynthesize. According to the law of conservation of energy, well, she also needs to replenish energy and nutrients regularly, right?

He could only think about this question silently in his mind, so as not to do such a stupid thing as asking it face to face.

If the target was Maric, Hasta wouldn't worry so much, and might even be interested in doing an autopsy.

"Back to you."

As soon as Sharon came out of the mirror, she handed a spell densely packed with various distorted time lines to Hastur.

This was when the Black Emperor was approaching the ferry. Hastur specially gave it to her, saying that she only needed to take it with her to cover up her fate and allow her to hide in the mirror more safely.

Things turned out as Hastur predicted. Hiding in the mirror, she was indeed hidden from the King of the Five Seas. Even if she hid herself in Hastur for several days, her whereabouts were still missing. exposed.

This thing is too precious.

Hastur did not take the destiny charm, but put it back into Sharon's palm and said with a smile: "I said before when I handed the thing to you, this destiny charm is equivalent to Your hire fee for accompanying me to South Wales.”

"I'm not worth that much."

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me, the employer, to decide."

"No."

"Then I can extend the employment period until you think it is enough to repay the value of this destiny charm."

"..."

"With this destiny charm on your body, it will be easier for you to do some things, and it will be harder for people from the Indulgence School of Rose School to find you."

Seeing that Sharon was still hesitating, Hastur added this sentence again.

"it is good."

Sharon finally put away the destiny charm. This thing was of great use to her. With her resentful soul ability, she could hide it from many high-sequence experts.

"Miss Sharon, do you need to eat something to supplement your nutrition tonight?"

"Well, I don't want to eat fish just yet."

"At this point, the same goes for Azshara. She needs to eat some vegetables recently to keep her nutrition balanced. Now she is a few kilograms heavier than when she first left Backlund."

"Meow?"

Azshara's eyes widened and she looked down at her slender figure. She was obviously slimmer than at home!

"Stop looking, your belly is about to fall off."

Hastur gently rubbed Azshara's belly a few times and handed Azshara to Sharon. He then went out and went downstairs to order something to eat in the room.

Sharon held Azshara in her arms, came to the chair next to the window and sat down. She lowered her head and helped Azshara carefully smooth down the shiny black hair that was messed up by Hastur.

"Meow?"

Azshara licked Sharon's finger and raised her head slightly to look at her.

Sharon didn't speak, her expression was much gentler than before, and her eyes seemed to have ice melting into water, flowing through her eyes.

Downstairs, Hastur ordered the menu and wanted to go back to the room to wait, but he happened to hear people here talking about the coastal defense issues in South Wales.

They don't have the courage to ask them to make suggestions to the current Grand Duke of South Wales, but they still have the courage to stay here and give advice to the country with a little drink, and they are very courageous.

Although some of their suggestions are immature, there are also merits.

Hastur listened quietly for a while, then asked the boss here for a map of South Wales.

There are only a few place names marked on this map, not even a rough outline.

The boss explained the reason to him in a low voice. The more detailed the map, the less likely it was to be sold. It was more convenient to just find a live map.

He asked about relevant candidates, and the boss smiled and recommended someone to him.

Hasta paid the boss a consulting fee of 1 gold pound, and the boss smiled and recommended another person to him.

This time, Hastur did not give him any more gold pounds, and left with the boss's stunned and regretful eyes.

When I returned to the room, the dishes I ordered had been delivered.

Snapped.

Hastur patted away Azshara's little claws that secretly reached for the dried fish, and smiled as he picked up two green spinach sticks for it.

"Meow?"

Azshara's eyes widened, and Hastur gave it another piece of broccoli.

Azshara was so angry that she waved her cat's paw, jumped off the table, and landed on Sharon's lap. She lay on her stomach with her eyes closed, showing the heroic spirit of a hunger strike.

"It's not good to be picky, right, Miss Sharon."

Hasta smiled and added a spoonful of diced carrots to Sharon, and then silently placed a piece of tender beef ribs on his plate under Sharon's cold eyes.

At the port in the evening, the setting sun just hangs over the sea in the distance, and the soft sea breeze brings moist and heavy water vapor, which is very comfortable on people's faces.

Right now is the busiest time for dock workers, as boats that go to the sea for fishing are constantly returning.

Hastur was holding Azshara, followed by Sharon, walking through the street, heading to the clothing store here.

The dozen sets of clothes, walking sticks and other daily necessities brought from Backlund were all lost in the explosion of the steam train.

The things he bought again were crushed into powder by the King of the Five Seas in the cabin of the ferry.

Two hours later, the setting sun had disappeared and the crimson moon began to emerge.

Hasta and Sharon just came out of the clothing store. Hasta was carrying a suitcase in one hand, and Sharon was also carrying a suitcase.

Azshara, who was not being held by anyone, lay on Hastur's right shoulder, secretly thankful.

Fortunately, all the clothes I had customized for the New Year had been burned, so I no longer needed to wear something that would restrict my body.

It doesn't understand its owner and Miss Sharon, why do they have to wear clothes?

……

At night, on the dark sea surface, the waves surged, shattering the light of the crimson moon.

In the increasingly strong waves, two empty oak barrels were tied side by side with ropes and floated precariously on the sea.

On top of the two oak barrels, Ince Zangwill was lying on them with a tired look on his face. His originally fair skin had turned white from the sea water, and his fingers and toes were all bald.

The clothes and hair on his body have not been dry for a moment.

Fortunately, he has seen a beacon of hope.

Not far away, a tall lighthouse was guiding the ships that had not yet returned.

Ince Zangwill raised his head slightly and showed a forced smile.

His unfortunate fate finally took a turn for the better.

The last time he fought against the King of the Five Seas, he used 008's ability to weave scripts to attract two powerful spirit world creatures, and finally successfully escaped from the spirit world in the melee.

His final destination was the vast ocean, and he fell into the sea as soon as he left the spiritual world. He had no choice but to swim hard to get as far away as possible.

Fortunately, there was an oak barrel scattered on the sea, so after swimming for a long time, he finally had a tool that could save him effort.

But only one oak barrel was not enough. He could only hold it with both hands and half lie on it, while his lower body still had to be immersed in sea water.

And without a paddling tool, he could only move in the direction of the ocean current.

Fortunately, on the third day, he picked up another oak barrel on the sea, and finally he was able to separate his lower body from the sea water.

Although the posture of lying like a toad on two oak barrels is very inelegant, this is the most comfortable way for him.

He also used 008 to write a script in which a ship happened to pass by and rescue him from the sea.

However, the script he was waiting for never happened, and he could only keep drifting on the sea.

He knew that 008 was deliberately taking this opportunity to kill him.

He was not in perfect condition and could not compete with 008 for the ability to write scripts. He could only reluctantly fight to prevent 008 from taking this opportunity to write himself to death.

He also thought about traveling through the spirit world to escape the current predicament, but the two attracted spirit world creatures stayed nearby and lingered.

Rather than returning to the spirit world, it was safer to stay in the real world, where despite the hardship, there was no danger to one's life.

As an extraordinary person, his physique has been strengthened to a certain extent through promotions. Otherwise, he would never be able to withstand the sun's exposure during the day and the heavy waves at night.

Fortunately, fate has not abandoned him all the time. Following the movement of the ocean current, he has not been drawn into the uninhabited sea, but will arrive at a port with a watchtower light.

In the middle of the night, Ince Zangwill had arrived five hundred meters away from the coastline, but the raging waves could not bring him ashore. Instead, they kept pushing him away, letting him drift farther and farther on the oak barrel.

At this time, he had no choice but to abandon his lifesaver, who had been with him for several days, and resorted to primitive swimming methods to fight against the waves.

Unfortunately, his perseverance has no audience.

When the sun begins to rise where the sea and sky meet in the distance, the raging waves calm down.

Ince Zangwill was finally able to swim to the beach. He felt the urge to cry for a moment. It turned out that the feeling of having his feet on the ground was so beautiful.

Reluctantly leaving the sea-soaked beach and arriving at a higher point, he stopped his difficult steps and lay down on the beach with his exhausted body, his chest rising and falling, breathing heavily.

Ince Zangwill tilted his head slightly, looking at the orange-yellow sun, with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

On the coastline, Hastur opened the window facing the sea and let the rays of the new sun shine in.

Sharon, who had rested in front of the mirror all night, also came out of the mirror, picked up Azshara who was lying lazily on the bed, and came to the window to enjoy the glorious beauty of the sea and sky.

"Good morning, Miss Sharon."

From the window of the next room, Hastur's head poked out, smiling and greeting him.

"Good morning, Mr. Hastur."

The sun shines on Sharon's face, seeming to reveal a faint smile.