Mystery: The Stars Returner

Leonard finally took the opportunity to express his true views on the matter.

He also didn't want his team to run around like headless flies, and this was also a reminder.

Perhaps everything they did might have been arranged.

After being silent for a while, Ilia tapped her right index finger twice on the table to attract everyone's attention, and then she spoke: "This is a very reasonable conjecture, but it is not the truth."

"??"

Leonard looked confused. Did the old man make a mistake in his judgment?

Or is the Eye of the Goddess just in vain?

Other members of the Red Glove Team also looked puzzled.

Illya saw their reactions, but did not explain the problem. "Continue to follow the clues of Viscount Stein. We are not far from the answer."

If it weren't for the identity of the other party, Leonard would definitely ask more questions.

In the afternoon, they continued to investigate what happened to Stern before his death, why he invited Ince Zangwill home, and for what reason he killed Ince Zangwill. Viscount Stern.

Without sufficient reasons, Ince Zangwill would not kill a nobleman who helped him when he was down.

When the investigation was halfway through, Leonard was shocked to find that Hastur's name was also among the people Viscount Stein came into contact with during his lifetime.

He frowned slightly, having a bad feeling in his heart that this matter might be related to Hastur.

This is an intuition. If we really want to find a reason, it is that extraordinary people will always do extraordinary things.

After the contact list was collected, Ms. Illya assigned personnel to investigate the people on the list.

Leonard stood aside silently, praying in his heart that the investigation into Hastur would not fall on him.

He didn't want to treat his first friend in Backlund the same way he treated a suspect.

"Leonard, do you know this Lord Hastur Campbell?"

Illya's question broke Leonard's luck, and he could only nod his head.

"Well, then I'll leave it to you."

"..."

Leonard sighed deeply in his heart. He seemed to have had bad luck recently.

The Red Glove Team worked very efficiently. At around ten o'clock that night, Leonard appeared at the gate of the castle in Hastur territory.

"Sir, do you have an appointment with our lord?"

In the flower bed in front of the castle, a gardener holding a pair of scissors and chatting with a coachman blocked Leonard's path.

Although it was strange that the gardener was holding a pair of big scissors at night, Leonard still tried his best to smile and said: "I am your lord's friend in Backlund. You just need to go in and inform me, and say Leonard Come visit.”

"Well, let's wait here for now."

The person who spoke was the coachman next to him. He asked the gardener holding the big scissors to stare at him, and then he entered the castle to report.

Leonard had a calm smile on his face, but the gaze from the gardener made him feel a little penetrating.

Especially the large pair of scissors he held in his hand, which looked like they were made up of the slender legs of an adult man. He was staring at himself like he was looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

Leonard, who felt uncomfortable being stared at, took the initiative to bring up the subject, "Your lord, what time do you usually rest at night?"

"That is the freedom of the lord, and we never have the right to interfere."

Leonard turned and said: "The flowers and plants here are growing really well. Your skills are very good. Even in Backlund, it is difficult to find a gardener who can compare with you."

The gardener holding the big scissors calmed down slightly, "It's much easier to trim flowers and plants than to trim people. I like this job very much."

"..."

Leonard felt that there was really no more chatting that day, so he simply stopped talking.

About five minutes later, Hastur personally walked out of the castle gate to greet his friend from Backlund.

Leonard straightened his back slightly, glanced at the gardener standing aside, and found that he was looking at Hastur with an almost fanatical look.

What's happening here?

Leonard was slightly stunned, but he didn't think too much. He took two quick steps and met Hastur, who was walking towards him.

"Welcome, my friend."

“I’m also happy to be here as a guest.”

"Come inside and talk."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Hastur led Leonard into the castle.

It's past ten o'clock and the moonlight is cold, especially on the outskirts of such a remote town, and the wind blowing is colder than in other places.

When he walked into the castle, Leonard shivered unconsciously.

In the living room on the first floor, Hastur invited Leonard to sit down and asked the maid to get the best tea here to entertain this friend who was obviously on a mission.

Based on Hastur's understanding of Leonard, there is only one reason why he suddenly visited the house at night, and it was a mission from the Red Glove Team.

It can be seen that the Red Gloves team has become suspicious of Ince Zangwill's death, and even traced the clues to find him. That's why Leonard was asked to investigate some things in the name of visiting him.

The two chatted a lot about the recent events in Backlund. Leonard also deliberately mentioned the death of Ince Zangwill, but no useful information was captured from Hastur's face.

Hastur did not continue chatting with Leonard on this topic, nor did he ask him about the purpose of coming here tonight. He just talked to him in a normal way and hosted a banquet for him.

This made Leonard hold back the words he wanted to say several times. In the end, when faced with Hastur's warm reception, he was even embarrassed to directly mention the purpose of his trip.

"Time flies so fast. It's almost twelve o'clock. You've been tired from traveling all the way, so you'd better go back to your room and rest early. As for other things, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Hastur glanced at the clock hanging on the wall to end the meeting tonight.

Leonard also felt that it was too late to talk about serious matters, so he should wait until tomorrow, when he could go back to his room to sort out his thoughts.

After following a young and beautiful maid through the corridor hung with more than a dozen paintings by famous artists, and then climbing the stairs from the corner, he finally arrived at the room where he would rest tonight.

This was the first time he saw a big house with three stairs from the first floor to the second floor.

Lying on the big bed that was soft and comfortable with a faint fragrance, Leonard almost fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

He had not really had a good night's sleep after all the hard work of traveling these past few days.

He cheered himself up as much as possible, and then called out to the old man in his heart. He wanted to hear what the old man thought about this matter.

But no matter how he shouted, the old man refused to come out tonight and didn't even say a word to him.

Did the old man deliberately want to see how I would make a fool of myself in front of Hastur?

After thinking about it, Leonard still felt that this reason was more reliable.

He reluctantly thought about some things again, then couldn't resist his sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

At night, Leonard, who had fallen asleep, was awakened by the rumbling of his stomach.

He covered his stomach with one hand and rubbed it a few times, lowered his head and sighed: "You really can't eat anything good. You just ate a little more tonight, and you can't bear it anymore. It's really useless."

He had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom.

The bathroom was the third one on the right side of his room. The maid who had led the way had introduced it to him in detail.

Half an hour later, Leonard came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. He had just washed his face, and now he was very energetic and not sleepy at all.

Looking at the brightly lit corridor, Leonard couldn't help feeling that the life of the nobles was really luxurious. The cost of lighting this night alone was enough to cover the expenses of a family of three for a week.

Want to take the opportunity to explore this castle?

This thought came to Leonard's mind inexplicably. He looked around at the deserted corridor and tried to walk some distance forward.

I saw light coming out of one of the rooms, and I could faintly hear the sound of pen writing on paper.

Leonard, who had originally planned to go back to his room to sleep, subconsciously walked towards that house.

Before anyone could reach the door, the rustling sound of writing inside stopped.

Soon the door creaked open, and an old man about sixty years old smiled and said: "Is it because the guest is not resting so late because he is not used to sleeping here? Or does he have any other needs, if any?" , feel free to tell me.”

Leonard quickly explained that he got up for a walk in the middle of the night because his stomach was upset.

After talking for a few words, Leonard knew that the old man in front of him was called Mrs. Lisa. She was staying up late to write a book, probably because she wanted to leave a little memory for herself in her few lives.

Leonard also accepted Mrs. Lisa's invitation and entered her room to sit for a while. The quill still dipped in ink on the desk was not 008.

This made him feel much more relaxed. He didn't stay here much longer because he was really embarrassed to disturb an old man's quiet life late at night.

After the interlude, Leonard also returned to the room and continued to sleep.

Leonard woke up in a comfortable big bed at around nine o'clock the next day.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the right side of the bed, it was nine forty-six.

He trembled, got up quickly and put on his clothes. As soon as he opened the door, there was already a young and lovely maid waiting for him with a slight smile on her face.