Mystery: The Stars Returner

Backlund.

It's been a long time since Will entered Hastur's dream through the paper crane.

"You started sleeping during the day. Did you encounter something urgent?"

Will was wearing Intis-style casual clothes and looked slightly taller than when Hastur left Backlund.

"You're going to be in trouble."

"Oh, as long as you don't bother me, I won't have any trouble."

Hasta raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yes, then I won't bother you anymore. I wish you good luck in the future."

"Wait a minute." Will hurriedly stopped in front of Hastur, with a flattering smile on his face, "We haven't contacted him for a long time, so I'll just stay and chat more."

"Then let's talk about what new ice cream products Backlund has in the near future."

"..."

Will sighed and said, "I'm still a kid, do you want to compete with me?"

"Tsk, they are all old people who have lived for who knows how many years."

Hastur joked, and told Will what happened that Ourolius was on his way to Backlund, and specifically told him that Ourolius was already sure that he was hiding in Backlund.

Will frowned and complained: "Could it be you who sold me to that stupid snake?"

"Besides me, don't you have contact with other people?"

Hastur did not speak too clearly.

"Oh, he was the one who caused the rough fate, but why did he turn to be implicated in me?" Will's young face sighed like an eighty-year-old man, "I have to play hide-and-seek with that stupid snake again, how annoying it is. .”

Seeing that Will didn't care much, Hastur ended his dream.

In the Palace of Stars, Hastur began to think about how to deal with Klein's matter.

Now that Ourolius is heading to Backlund, it is a good opportunity to let Klein go.

Just before letting him go, you can chat with him for a while and give him a beating to make him act more cautiously in the future.

Had he not happened to meet him this time, Klein would have either died in the hands of Ouroleus or Mr. A.

If this is the case, I don’t know whether the Lord of Mysteries will awaken directly from Klein’s body, or whether he will re-inject a new test object from the Source Castle.

……

At night, the stars are shining brightly in the sky.

The waves that surged during the day have gradually subsided, becoming quiet and gentle.

Klein sat at the stern of the boat, holding back his hunger, holding a fishing rod and looking at the buoy on the sea surface.

I don’t know if it’s a problem with the bait, but this fish just refuses to take the bait.

If no fish takes the bait, he will have to starve for another day.

Since boarding the ship, Mr. A has been guarding the cabin door every day to prevent him from sneaking in, and he is not allowed to leave the stern of the ship and out of sight.

At first he thought this was a good thing, at least his life was somewhat protected.

But Mr. A ignored him, let alone helped him prepare food.

He didn't dare to go above the gray mist in front of Mr. A and let Miss Justice deliver delicious food.

I can only carefully pick up the fishing rod next to me, trying to meet my basic food needs through fishing.

But this fish just refused to take the bait.

In his previous life, he often saw the fishing guy's remarks about the Air Force all day long on some social networks. He never thought that one day he would become a qualified Air Force officer.

Mr. A, who was guarding the cabin door, opened his eyes and glanced at Klein, with a hint of ridicule on his lips.

Those who cannot survive deserve to be hungry.

During his time on the boat, he basically ate once every few days. He only needed some fish blood, which was enough to sustain his daily consumption.

His fishing is very simple. He uses his own meat as bait and can easily catch a fish weighing more than ten kilograms.

They eat their own flesh and drink their own blood, which is fair enough.

thump!

The sound of falling into the water came suddenly, and Mr. A glanced at the stern of the boat again. Klein, who was still fishing, was nowhere to be seen.

He didn't get up to look for it, and he didn't care if Klein escaped at this time.

Stupid and incompetent people have no value in surviving.

This sea area is classified as a restricted area that cannot be approached, and basically no ships will pass by.

If you want to leave by swimming, you are undoubtedly courting death.

After several minutes, there was another sound of something falling on the deck from the stern.

It was Klein who was all wet and threw a fish weighing seven or eight pounds onto the deck.

He took a breath, turned the paper left on the deck into a knife, cut open the belly of the fish, emptied out the liver and other items, rinsed it with seawater in the barrel, and then cut the fish into thin slices. Thin sashimi.

Unfortunately, there was no wasabi or soy sauce, so I had to make do with it.

Klein sighed secretly and glanced at Mr. A, who was still staring here. He couldn't help turning his back and slowly enjoying his belated dinner.

Late at night, the cold wind on the sea carried water vapor, and the clothes were not dry yet. Klein sneezed several times while huddled behind the mast.

During the battle with Mr. A, he was affected by the opponent's disease ability, and his body was already weak. Now with the sea breeze blowing, his body could not last long.

My head was dizzy, my nose was stuffy, and my whole body was cold and wet. I could only generate some heat through the shaking of my body muscles.

His eyes unconsciously looked towards the cabin that could provide shelter from the wind and rain, but even Mr. A could only guard outside the door, and he was even less qualified to enter and rest inside, even though there were many rooms on the ship.

After watching for a while, he shifted his gaze to the starry sky above his head.

It was rare that there were no dark clouds tonight, and the stars in the sky were extremely bright. Even without the crimson moon, they could still illuminate the entire starry sky.

In the bright starlight, the mysterious man seen during the day appeared again.

Klein trembled all over, and his mind immediately became much clearer.

But he made no noise.

The starlight is bright but not dazzling. It shines on that person, holy and majestic.

Evil God? True Creator?

Is this really a match?

Klein sighed in his heart and immediately suppressed this thought. As we all know, this kind of evil god is best at hiding his true appearance and always appears in a more convincing and friendly image.

The figure seemed to be aware of his gaze and slowly descended onto the deck.

Mr. A, who had been waiting outside the door, immediately became energetic and came to the edge, looking like he was ready for orders at any time.

"I have a deck of tarot cards here. Do you want to try your luck?"

As Hastur spoke, twenty-two tarot cards covered the front and floated in mid-air, forming a circle shape.

No, I don't want to at all.

Klein subconsciously wanted to refuse. He still remembered that when he first came to this world, he once did a tarot card divination, and the one he drew was the Fool card. Later, he was indeed entangled with the Fool card.

If he draws the Fool card in front of this mysterious man, will he recognize that he is the mysterious Fool?

But when he met the mysterious man's gaze, Klein knew that he would never escape tonight. He could only grit his teeth and stand up, take a few steps closer, and bravely draw a tarot card from Mr. A each.

There was no surprise, the card he drew was the Fool card!

Klein's mind was buzzing and he unconsciously licked his astringent and dry lips. His face suddenly turned pale.

This is in sharp contrast to Mr. A who was very happy when he drew the Hanged Man card next to him.

"The Hanged Man, sacrifice and burden, you are a devout believer."

Hastur reaffirmed Mr. A’s faith, which made Mr. A so excited that his whole body was shaking.

Then, Hastur turned his gaze to Klein, who looked a little dull, glanced at the Fool card in his hand, and said with a slight smile: "Fool, a new beginning, a new journey."

Klein's whole body went stiff, with a biting chill exuding from every pore.

I didn't know if it was his imagination just now, but when the other person read the word fool, he seemed to pause for a moment before continuing.

Could it be that He has seen through His hidden true identity?

Want to escape!

This is the only thought in Klein's mind at the moment, but he also clearly understands that he will never be able to leave the ship unless the other party lets him go.

He could only force out a smile and said: "It's a very good card, I like it very much."

Hastur said no more, put away the twenty-two tarot cards and disappeared.

The matter of stripping off the waistcoat will stop here first. If we continue to talk about it, Klein may be in the mood to commit suicide.

Let’s leave the last fig leaf for Mr. Fool.

Mr. A also left and continued to guard the cabin door.

Klein returned to his original position with his legs that were almost numb and sighed heavily.

This was so exciting that his little heart couldn't stand it.

If it happened one or two more times, he thought his heart would burst on its own because it couldn't bear the pressure.

……

On the fourth day of Klein's life on the ship, his whole body became weaker and weaker, and rest and food continued to destroy his body.

In the afternoon of this day, a ship happened to pass by in the nearby waters. Klein's eyes suddenly lit up and he glanced at Mr. A subconsciously.

The other party did not kill him and took him away from the desert island. He must have intended to help him.

“You must always remember that this is a gift from the Lord to you.”

After saying that, Mr. A drove Klein off the boat and allowed him to leave on the boat.