Mystery: The Stars Returner

Port Plynn, South Wales.

In the house of Viscount Sterndam, Ince Zangwill finally took a hot bath, put on a new set of clothes, ate a delicious dinner, and lay down on a warm big bed to rest.

The experiences at sea in the past few days have once again sharpened his mind, and he couldn't help but think of what Russell once said: "Anything that can't defeat me will definitely make me stronger!"

This is his truest feeling now.

boom!boom!

There was a knock on the door, which made Ince Zangwill, who wanted to sleep well until dawn, opened his displeased eyes, and a slight coldness appeared on his face.

He finally left the bed and went to open the door.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a protruding belly, eight diamond rings on each finger, and most of his head bald.

Viscount Sterndam was also a nobleman who took him in to live here.

He can't be called a kind-hearted person who helps people in need. He just happens to know me and wants something from me.

Under the arrangement of 008, he naturally saw himself in desolation on the street, and then warmly invited himself to his home.

"Well, I came here to see what else you are missing."

Viscount Stein had a shy smile on his face, rubbed his hands uneasily, and his eyes were wandering. He knew at a glance that he was here to do something for him, but he was also afraid of his current reputation.

Ince Zangwill said with a straight face: "Is there anything you need my help with? If not, then leave and don't disturb my rest."

"Can I go into the room to talk?"

Ince Zangwill stepped aside and watched his fat and bloated body squeeze into the narrow door. He also muttered that the door was too small and that it would be replaced tomorrow.

After entering the room, Stein first sat on a chair, but felt uncomfortable, then stood up and sat on the bed, his big buttocks squirmed twice, and he showed a satisfied smile.

Seeing him desecrate the bed where he had just rested, Ince Zangwill felt even more uncomfortable.

"Can we talk now?"

"I know that you are a powerful Beyonder, and I also know that you are being hunted down. I invited you to my home because of our past friendship. Of course, I am not someone who likes to repay favors. Man, it’s just that I happened to have something bothering me recently.”

Ince Zangwill did not speak, but motioned to Viscount Stern to continue.

Viscount Stern raised his head slightly and stroked the four diamond rings on his left hand with his right index finger one by one.

"Yesterday evening, I was wandering on the street and happened to see a pretty good-looking girl. I was very moved and wanted to invite her to my home, but there was a young man beside her who sent me there. He beat me severely and kicked me to the ground.”

"I was entrusted by the Grand Duke to guard this port. This is the first time I have been humiliated like this on the street. Like the Grand Duke, I am very face-conscious. The honor of the nobility cannot be insulted."

"Of course I can send the garrison at the port to help me regain my face, but this would be too laborious. Fortunately, I happened to meet you. I know you can invite that girl to my home and make that young man disappear. .”

Ince Zangwill listened to him silently, his eyes full of ridicule.

Why invite a girl to your home? It's obviously because of the girl's beauty.

With such a fat body, he is not afraid of crushing people. He just thinks about that trembling thing all day long.

"You should help me with this, right?"

"Do you know the origin of that girl?"

"I don't know. She is not a local, but a foreigner who has just arrived in South Wales."

New to South Wales?

Ince Zangwill subconsciously became alert. Could that girl be a member of the Witch Cult?

They originally left Backlund to go to the Southern Continent. Calculating the time, they should arrive in South Wales before themselves.

But that's not right. If it was really a member of the Witch Sect, this fat pig would have died on the bed.

Seeing that Ince Zangwill was still silent, Viscount Stein said in a deep voice: "The ferry to the Southern Continent has been suspended. If you want to go, you need a private ferry, and I can help you quietly. Get this done.”

"The terms are very tempting."

"Of course, I have always been generous to my friends." Viscount Stern laughed, and the diamond ring on his hand was very dazzling.

"What does that young man look like and what are his specific characteristics?" Ince Zangwill thought it was better to be cautious and asked one more question.

Viscount Stern tried hard to recall, and then he said with a sigh: "That young man is quite handsome, and there is a little black cat lying on his shoulder."

Little black cat?

Ince Zangwill caught the sensitive word and asked tentatively: "Does he have dazzling blond hair and a Backlund accent?"

"Yes, do you know him?"

"Yes, I know you."

"Your friend?" Viscount Stein's face turned ugly.

"No, they are considered enemies."

"Hahaha, that's good..."

Viscount Stein's expression softened, with a satisfied smile on his face, but before he could finish speaking, Ince Zangwill in front of him had already grabbed him by the throat.

Under his disbelieving eyes, he was strangled to death.

"It's not good to offend anyone. You have to offend him."

Ince Zangwill murmured, glanced at the pile of meat lying on the bed in disgust, and wiped his slightly greasy palms with the quilt.

"Every time I meet him, he always brings misfortune to me. I'd better leave here as soon as possible."

Ince Zangwill sighed helplessly. He just wanted to find a place to take a good rest, but he still encountered something related to Hastur.

As 008 said, fate begins to converge.

If he were a tributary, then Hastur would be the source of his destiny, and he would always be inevitably involved.

He didn't stay in the room longer, packed up his things, and just turned around to leave through the window.

Viscount Stern, who was lying dead on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and came to life. He stretched out his thick arms and hugged his waist fiercely.

The strength is great, and it is simply not something a living person can exert.

Ince Zangwill felt that his waist was about to be crushed, his face was suffocating, and his heart was about to be ejected from his throat due to the squeeze.

"Requiem!"

He tried to appease the ghost of Viscount Stern, but to no avail.

He quickly opened a portal next to him, trying to summon powerful spiritual creatures to help him get out of trouble.

But the surrounding space seems to be blocked, and his portal cannot attract spiritual creatures.

He had no choice but to reveal his mythical form with all his strength.

The flesh and blood all over his body swelled and squirmed, growing into four arms covered with blood vessels. The arms were soon covered with white feathers.

The powerful force broke free from the restraints at once, and Viscount Stein's body exploded into pieces.

The fierce sound caused a burst of noisy footsteps.

Ince Zangwill, who knew that there were still people watching him secretly, did not dare to end his mythical form.

He could only lie forward, like a magic wolf, quickly scurrying towards the window, and suddenly jumped onto the roof of the next door.

At the same time, one arm took out 008 from his arms and began to write on his clothes: "Ince Zangwill is very lucky today. His enemies are always in a state of abnormal performance. Because of a momentary mistake, they Let Ince Zangwill escape from this encirclement."

At this time, the dark night sky suddenly became brighter, and a large fireball fell like a meteor towards the place where Ince Zangwill was.

This was originally his favorite move, but now it was used against him by others!

"The meteor deviated from the course and passed by the lucky Ince Zangwill." 008 wrote such a paragraph again.

The fireball hit Ince Zangwill's right shoulder, and the scorching heat directly scorched his shoulder, and there was a faint aroma of barbecue.

boom!

The fireball hit a room and exploded suddenly.

In the sky, the shadows of fireballs appeared again.

Ince Zangwill's scalp was numb and he didn't dare to stay any longer, so he hurriedly hid in the spirit world.

The powerful spiritual creature that was previously attracted by 008 only took a few breaths to catch up to Ins Zangwill.

He fled a distance in a panic, and then returned to reality from the spirit world. At the same time, 008 wrote: "Because the powerful spirit world creatures were unable to refer to the coordinates of reality, Ince Zangwill eventually lost his whereabouts."

Returning to reality, Ince Zangwill used 008 to write down relevant sentences that the secret pursuer could not catch up with him.

After doing all this, he was exhausted and ended his severely damaged mythical form.

Just now, in order to get rid of the two powerful spirit world creatures, his mythical form was almost torn to pieces. In the end, he finally managed to escape from the spirit world at the cost of two arms.

In addition, he was injured by the King of the Five Seas before and has been drifting on the sea. If he maintains his mythical form, he will either self-destruct and die, or he will completely lose control and become a monster.

"It should be safe for now, right?"

Ince Zangwill was breathing heavily, as if he was constantly wandering between this life and the next.

"Don't worry, it's safe for the time being, but it's only for the time being."

A voice sounded from in front of him, and Ince Zangwill raised his eyes to look at the person.

A handsome young man with blond hair was looking at him with a smile.

Hastur Campbell!

The nemesis of your own destiny!

008 also cannot arrange the special existence of the script!

He didn't expect that he would meet the other party at this time!