Mystery: The Stars Returner

The scene fell silent for a moment, and Sharon's usually calm face changed slightly.

She just glanced curiously, not expecting that the pen would write such a sentence. Finally, she looked at Hastur.

"You are really getting worse and worse."

"Oh, oh, oh, master, please forgive me for being outspoken for a moment."

"Have you always been this naughty? Or do you think this disguise can make me let down my guard against you?"

008 turned the blank paper in circles, and then continued to write: "Trust is a very luxurious thing. No matter how hard I try, you will never completely trust me, so why should I waste this time?"

"Oh, I hope you are not a fool like Ince Zangwill, otherwise I will have to find a new master, which will be really troublesome."

The quill that had been standing upright fell down and lay motionless.

Is this a temper tantrum?

Hastur was a little unclear about 008's specific personality for a while, so he couldn't coax it, right?

"I don't know." Sharon blocked Hastur's question first.

Snapped!

The quill lying on the paper stood up again and quickly wrote a paragraph in the blank space.

"My new master, you are different from a fool like Ince Zangwill. His trust is of no value to me, but your trust is a gift to me."

"..."

Is this turning into dog-licking mode again?

Hasta couldn't help but ask: "Is that dog-licking mirror a relative of yours?"

"so?"

008After this sentence, add a burst of blooming fireworks.

"..."

"It turns out that the new master likes this kind of service of being kneeled and licked. It's really disgusting. No, no, no, it's such a unique hobby. Well, in order to gain the trust of the master, I am willing to endure this ruthless whipping silently. Please ask the master Pity.”

"..."

Hastur is too lazy to complain about 008's changeable temperament.

Sharon, who was standing on the edge, saw Hastur being so speechless, and a rare smile appeared on her face. Unfortunately, it was short-lived, and only Azshara, the little black cat, saw it.

With no one paying attention, 008 lay down again, lying quietly on the paper full of words. Look at this appearance, it is not much different from an ordinary quill pen.

Well, you have to find a suitable pencil case to put it in, and preferably a lock on it to prevent it from escaping with its own legs.

At night, Hasta, who had not found a suitable pencil case, grabbed the destiny charm in one hand and entered the dreamland.

Through the destiny charm, he can also get in touch with Will who is far away in Backlund.

In the dream, Will was sitting in front of his desk, holding a quill in his hand and scribbling on a blank paper.

Before Hastur asked, Will spoke first: "I didn't expect 008 to fall into your hands."

"You knew already?"

"You put that destiny charm on 008's head, and I can sense it to some extent."

"What is a good way?"

Hastur said and walked forward, ready to admire Will's painting. Will quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away.

He also made a trash can in the dream and continued, he is a fastidious person.

"It's not difficult to cover up from a distance, but if you get too close, Adam will still react. Of course, this kind of induction is relative. 008 will also be aware of it. As long as it doesn't want to be eaten, it will remind you to leave quickly."

"Is there no way to completely block this induction?"

"I can't help it, but you can."

"more specific."

"Those yellow monks seem to be very good at dealing with 008."

After hearing this, Hastur was satisfied and immediately promised to give Will a pile of ice cream.

"Huh, a blank check."

Will curled his lips in disdain. Now that Hastur was far away in South Wales, it was impossible to care about Backlund's affairs.

"Then put it in the account first."

……

South Wales, southwest hinterland, Spelling city.

From here, continue to the right and pass through two large areas, which is Dixi County.

The transportation is relatively convenient, but many places in the jurisdiction are the private lands of nobles, and it is impossible to coordinate development.

How the economy is depends on whether the respective nobles and lords are wise and powerful.

Today, a carriage went along the dirt road to the mayor's palace in the city center.

Inside the carriage, Hastur opened the curtains to observe the situation near the street, such as house construction, residents' clothing, and things for sale. From these tiny details, one can get a glimpse of the general situation here.

After reading it, I was a little disappointed. Even the urban area seemed so dilapidated, so my own territory must be even more impoverished.

It will take a long time to develop and expand. It is estimated that we can only grow food first.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the mayor's palace, Hastur got out of the carriage and paid the coachman 10 gold pounds for the carriage fee.

This coachman has done his job for several days and is worth the price.

Hastur came to the door, and the guard stopped him. After a brief announcement, Mayor Ron, the actual person in charge of Spelling City, walked out.

He was about fifty years old, with a slight beer belly and a classic Mediterranean hairstyle, and the few remaining locks of hair were in danger.

"Are you Earl Hastur Campbell from Backlund?"

Mayor Ron obviously couldn't believe that an Earl of Backlund would come to a small place like theirs.

"This is the king's letter of appointment."

Hastur took out a letter of appointment stamped with the seal of the King of Loen Kingdom. He kept this thing with him and had not lost or destroyed it.

"So you are the heir of the Campbell family!"

After reading the appointment letter, Mayor Ron no longer had any doubts in his mind.

He also received news from the Archduke of South Wales that a young earl might arrive at his place and asked him to pay attention.

Unexpectedly, only a few days had passed, and the other party had already arrived in front of him.

"I almost forgot to ask you to come in and sit inside."

Mayor Ron slapped his forehead and quickly invited Hasta into the mayor's mansion.

Judging from the title alone, the other party is greater than his title. He is only a viscount, and it is not hereditary.

The streets outside are very poor, but there is no poverty here at all. Even the tea they enjoy is highland tea specially shipped from the southern continent.

After a brief chat, Mayor Ron asked: "Earl Campbell, have you met the Archduke of Southwell?"

"After I settle here first, I will go visit the Grand Duke. Is there any problem?"

Mayor Ron poured another cup of tea for Hasta, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice slightly: "That's it, the Archduke sent someone to notify me in the past few days, asking me to pay attention to your movements. If you encounter You must report it to the Grand Duke immediately."

"A lot of things happened along the way. No wonder the Grand Guild is so concerned."

Hastur didn't pay too much attention to this matter. He was missing, but the person responsible for keeping an eye on it was still alive and well. He should be a guest with the Grand Duke of Southwell now.

"Then I will report the situation to the Grand Duke truthfully?"

Hastur then noticed that Mayor Ron didn't seem to side with the Archduke of Southwell and asked for his opinion. Did he not want to offend him because of this matter?

"There's no rush, let me visit in person and give the Grand Duke a surprise."

"fair enough."

Mayor Ron breathed a sigh of relief. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. He did not want to offend this new neighbor from Backlund because of the Archduke of South Wales.

Moreover, a large part of the area within his own jurisdiction is the territory of Earl Campbell, and he will have to discuss many aspects with him in the future.

"I want to see the map here, is it convenient?"

"Naturally."

Mayor Ron quickly asked for a detailed map of the neighborhood, which contained detailed information about his territory.

"From here to here, and from here to here, this is your current territory."

Mayor Ron carefully encircled Hastur's territory.

It is very conspicuous on this map, which only records a few nearby urban areas.

Hastur's territory spans three urban areas. The largest part of the territory is within the city of Spelin, occupying many villages and towns on its outskirts.

"Whose territory is the area around here?"

Hastur pointed to the area near the port.

"The land near the port does not belong to any nobles, but is managed directly by the Grand Duke."

Hastur chuckled and said: "It seems that the Grand Duke cares about the security of the port."

"The hinterland is relatively poor, and 70% of its finances rely on coastal port cities. This is a forbidden area for the Grand Duke, and no one is allowed to get involved."

After Mayor Ron finished speaking, he gave Hastur a look that everyone understood.

The port towns were the richest and were the source of great wealth.

The two did not talk in depth for too long. During dinner, Mayor Ron warmly invited Hasta to dine here and prepared some night entertainment for him, but Hasta refused because of the long journey.

The next day, Hastur followed the map and headed to the central castle of his territory in South Wales.

It was built by the ancestors of the Campbell family more than thirty years ago and has been preserved to this day.

Previously, Hastur had asked Butler Neil to send some people to manage the basic daily cleaning of the castle.

Last time, the monk in yellow who accepted his commission also sent back a letter, which told many things about South Wales.

"If he was smart enough, he would be waiting for me in the castle right now."