Mystery: The Stars Returner

After successfully making Lecturer Foulun angry, Hastur consoled him: "Maybe it's as you said, Professor Wayne just didn't say goodbye to us because he didn't have enough time."

"..." Lecturer Foulun didn't answer.

The two chatted at the door for a while, and Xio also opened the door and came over.

"I heard that Professor Wayne has been found?"

"Yes, thank you Ms. Xio for your help along the way." Lecturer Foulun recovered from his angry state of mind.

"Well, well, although I didn't rescue Professor Wayne personally, the necessary hiring expenses cannot be less."

"20 pounds, this is a reasonable price." Hasta gave a quite appropriate reward.

"Okay." Xio didn't have any objections, after all, it was 10 gold pounds more than he expected.

Hastur took out two 10 gold pound notes and handed them to Hugh. He had to find a way to reimburse Professor Wayne for the money.

Lecturer Foulun also had the same idea, and he gave Hastur an "I support you" expression.

After getting the reward he deserved, Xio didn't wait long and rushed towards the basement.

In order to find out the secret passage in the basement, the police officers decided to use gunpowder to blow up the lounge and prepare to do it later.

Hastur had no intention of joining in the fun. Now that Professor Wayne was safe, he did not want to stay in the workhouse anymore.

Lecturer Follen had the same idea as him, and the two of them simply freshened up and left the workhouse.

boom! boom!

Thick smoke filled the air, and the secret passage lounge was blown open. In addition to rubble, a hidden room separated by a stone door was also revealed.

Inside, Dean Dahn was dead, with his hands holding a wooden box filled with gold coins.

……

When Hastur finally returned home, the first thing he did was take a comfortable bath.

The sticky feeling is really uncomfortable. Fortunately, the weather is not too hot, otherwise I would definitely smell the sour smell of sweat.

After taking a bath and enjoying a carefully prepared dessert, Hastur felt like he was alive again.

"Lord Baron, Lord Greco has sent an invitation to invite you to tonight's banquet." Butler Neil came over at the most appropriate time to report the matter.

"Well, I'll be there on time."

"You'd better write a handwritten reply to show your expectation and importance for this banquet."

"Okay, I have to catch up on my sleep later, wake me up again during lunch."

"I obey your instructions."

Hastur got up and returned to the bedroom. He missed the big bed and soft quilt after two days of absence.

It took only a few minutes for my head to touch the pillow before I fell asleep.

East District, Professor Wayne's home.

After Lecturer Foulun went home to freshen up, he immediately rushed to his teacher's home.

"Ah, Folan, my good student, I'm so afraid I won't be able to see you!"

Professor Wayne gave Lecturer Foulen a warm hug.

"..." Lecturer Foulun's expression was still not very good.

"Folun, are you blaming the teacher?"

"Don't dare."

Professor Wayne sighed: "Well, after I separated from you that night, I happened to pick up a key on the ground that the guard accidentally left behind. This is such a perfect opportunity, how could I miss it."

"I didn't have time to say goodbye to you and tell you the truth. I quickly left the workhouse under the cover of night. In order not to be discovered, I deliberately walked up the mountain and made a wide circle. I didn't leave the area near the dock area until dawn."

"In order to prevent the plan from failing, I stayed in the mountain for another day and night. On the second night, I left the mountain overnight and returned to my home."

In order to convince Professor Foulun of his words, Professor Wayne took the initiative to roll up his sleeves, revealing his arms that were scratched by vines and branches.

"Is this really the case?" Lecturer Foulun was moved.

"Of course, God, Folan, is the teacher so untrustworthy in your eyes now?"

"..." Lecturer Foulun's anger disappeared. He thought for a moment and then frowned and said, "Mr. Hasta is not as easy to talk to as I am."

"For this purpose, I prepared a gift overnight last night."

"Teacher, where is my gift?"

"Ah, Folan, have you become so greedy now?"

"..."

Lecturer Foulun gave Professor Wayne a resentful look. He was still too soft-hearted, otherwise he should have had a share of this gift.

Hastur arrived at Professor Wayne's house at around two o'clock in the afternoon, and Professor Folan had already gone back to rest.

Professor Wayne said the same thing again, and Hastur listened quietly.

"Professor Wayne, I have a few questions that I need you to answer for me."

“Telling everything you know is a good moral character that I have always adhered to.”

Professor Wayne smiled and invited Hastur to sit down and make him a cup of Earl Gray tea.

"Did you really make a new decision because you were lucky enough to pick up the key left behind by the guard?"

"No, after I heard you talk about your plan that night, I already made a decision in my mind. You are a promising nobleman and you should not waste your credit on such a thing."

"How did you hide it from everyone in the workhouse and hide in the mountains overnight?"

“The workhouse patrol arrangements were good, but I had someone I knew who helped me at a crucial time.”

"Vice Dean Bard?"

"Well, he's a better candidate than Dane to be the new director of the workhouse."

"Did you really hide in the mountains for a day and a night?"

"Of course not. I took a detour through the mountains and left the dock area overnight. I spent the time at a friend's house."

Hastur stopped asking, glanced at Professor Wayne, and said in a relaxed tone: "So, what gift have you prepared to compensate for my hurt and fragile heart?"

"You are truly worthy of being a student taught by me."

Professor Wayne stood up with a smile, went to a bookshelf, and took out a thin piece of contract paper from a book.

"This is a deed to your Campbell family."

Professor Wayne handed the land deed to Hastur and said: "Don't show such a strange expression. Your father is a gambler and has exported a lot of property from his hands. This is just a small part of it." part."

Hastur took the title deed and scanned it. It was a title deed for a manor specially used to grow various flowers. Although the area was not large, it was worth at least tens of thousands of gold pounds.

The value of ten thousand pounds is not the most important thing. This land deed is still the ancestral property of the Campbell family when they first started. It has witnessed the Campbell family from humble beginnings to glory.

Voltaire Campbell may have long forgotten this past event, but under the guidance of his old butler, he has always kept this history in mind.

"This gift is too valuable for me to accept."

"This belongs to your Campbell family."

"Now that it has been exported, it no longer belongs to the Campbell family."

Professor Wayne laughed, took a sip of black tea, and then said slowly: "Because you have a good housekeeper."

Hasta's heart trembled and he asked, "Did the old housekeeper arrange it?"

"He knows that your father is very fond of gambling and will export all the family property sooner or later. In order to leave some assets for you, the little master, he has thought of many ways."

"My relationship with him is not bad. He asked for my help and then arranged for me to bet with your father. I lived up to his expectations and won the land title in one night."

"Speaking of which, Voltaire's gambling skills and luck were terrible. I didn't do anything that night. I just looked at the cards and successfully beat him."

Professor Wayne's thoughts flew back to that night's gambling, and he shook his head and smiled: "I have never seen anyone with such bad gambling luck as him. Emperor Russell said this about this kind of person, 'He is good and loves to play. '."

"..."

Hastur remained silent, as he had always felt this way.

After a long silence, Hastur returned the land deed to Professor Wayne.

"I think the old butler's agreement with you is that you can keep it for me for a while, and then let me redeem it from you when I have enough money."

He knew Robert the old butler very well. He was a wise old man. He would not use empty affection to ensure that Professor Wayne could return the land deed to him unconditionally.

He would leave a part of the Campbell family's inheritance for himself and then redeem it when he has the strength. This is the arrangement he would make.

"The affection between you is so enviable."

Professor Wayne sighed. As a well-known law professor at Backlund University, he is also a rich man and has a very good butler.

But he was sure that his butler would not be as loyal as Robert butler.

That was a man who dedicated his life to the Campbell family, and the honor of the Campbell family was his will.

This is a steward that can only be cultivated by a noble family with a long history.

"In that case, when you graduate from me, I will return this land deed to you, and treat it as my graduation gift to you." Professor Wayne took back the land deed with a smile.

Hasta chuckled and said, "Isn't this condition too easy?"

"Haha, so far, only that boy Fo Lun can truly graduate from my hands."

“I feel like I’ve learned some of your essence.”

"Oh, tell me."

"Flexible bottom line, shameless mentality."

Hastur's tone was very pleasant, and he added in his mind, "The shadow of order."

Professor Wayne is a very talented and ambitious law professor. He gives himself and Professor Folan two different teachings.

One is the front of the rules, and the other is the shadow of order.

In fact, Lecturer Foulun is very simple and very stupid. He does not have the protection of a noble status. Learning to use the law to serve the mainstream powerful will enable him to live a good life in the future.

The knowledge taught to me involves many dark sides, allowing me to understand the overall structure of this society and the nature of the law.

Learn to use the law to benefit yourself, and then wait for yourself to change the law. This should be Professor Wayne's greatest hope for himself.