Mystery: The Stars Returner

Continuing to move along the direction of the end of the sea, on a huge black reef protruding out of the sea, Cattleya was wrapping her hands around her knees, leaning her head on them, staring quietly into the distance.

Her eyes were filled with confusion and reminiscence, probably recalling the beautiful life she had with Bernadette in the past.

Hastur just glanced at her twice and didn't choose to disturb her, so he just let her relax for a while.

When he is about to leave this illusory world, he will send her out.

Hastur continued along the end of the sea. He wanted to see if there was any limit to this illusory world.

As he kept moving forward, things in the distance were moving back, always keeping a certain distance from him.

Hastur just raised his hand to cut off the rules here, and his figure suddenly came to the end of this illusory world.

When he stepped onto the holy mountain that Mr. A worshiped devoutly, the giant hanging upside down on the cross stood on the top of the holy mountain. He began to wake up from silence, and a pair of eyes appeared in the shadow curtain behind him.

It was the true Creator who sensed the relevant changes and cast a watching gaze.

For a being at His level, it is easy to do this.

"Stars."

The true Creator's voice was not loud, but it stirred up a stormy sea, and the originally blue water turned into a black ocean in an instant.

"I thought you would wait until I set foot in your divine kingdom before you show up."

"You will not set foot in my kingdom of God."

"You can still tell if you look at it from a distance."

"Is this container easy to use?"

"Very good, do you want to take it back?"

After a while, the True Creator said: "This is the price paid in advance."

Hastur chuckled and said, "I didn't make any deal with you."

The True Creator said nothing more. He withdrew his gaze, and the holy mountain also disappeared.

"The price paid in advance is not enough."

Hastur whispered, turned and left here.

This illusory world has lost the value of exploration for him.

Passing by Cattleya on the way back, she finally put away her reminiscing expression and stood up, with a solemn look on her face, but did not speak.

She had too many questions she wanted to ask, but she was afraid of hearing words she shouldn't hear.

Sometimes exploring too much is not a good thing.

Hasta had no intention of chatting with her, and just said: "It's time to leave."

Cattleya nodded, and then was sent out of the illusion world.

She was dazed for a moment, then gradually returned to her usual ability, and began to ask people to count the crew members on the Future.

Finally, she discovered that Frank, the culprit of this trouble, had not returned yet. She frowned slightly and glanced at the mysterious figure on the boat.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to go and find out in person.

"He is continuing to study mushrooms in the illusion world."

This was the last answer Cattleya asked, and her worries eased a little.

In the fantasy world, Frank is researching a mushroom that can explode automatically. It can be fried and fried on weekdays, and can be thrown out as a bomb when encountering enemies.

……

Puning Port at night.

As more and more business guests come and go, every night, the entire port is illuminated with lights, turning it into a city that never sleeps.

It seemed to be even more lively and bright than the night in the capital Backlund.

However, as the number of people increases, various drunken conflicts continue to increase.

Especially every night, there is a little black cat walking through the eaves, roofs, and deep in the alleys, instigating fires.

Guests who have drunk a lot of alcohol will inevitably start fighting and causing trouble if they accidentally encounter them.

This caused the confinement room of the port security patrol to be overcrowded for a while.

In this regard, Hastur just asked the security patrol team to expand a few confinement rooms, and then turned a blind eye to the matter.

At around three o'clock in the night, a little black cat came back with a yawn, and landed lightly in front of the window sill. He raised his sleepy eyes and looked at the owner who was sleeping soundly in the room. He couldn't help but wave angrily. Little paws, and then return to their own nest to rest.

The next day, just after dawn, the dog was picked up from the den by its hard-hearted owner, who said that the best plan for the day is in the morning, so that he could go out to exercise and lose weight.

After spending two weeks in this inhumane life, Azshara suddenly felt a comfortable and indescribable feeling in her body late one night.

This feeling had occurred before, and its owner told it that it was a sign of complete digestion of the potion.

Looking at the dim night, Azshara's little mind only thought for a second before deciding to go back to the den to sleep and tell her master tomorrow.

"Has the instigator potion been completely digested?"

The next day, Hastur urged Azshara to go out and stretch her muscles as usual, and Azshara informed her of the breaking news.

"Meow!"

Azshara raised her little head and looked at her master with a proud expression.

It instinctively thinks that this is a good thing, it can be praised, and at least it can eat a few more small dried fish.

Hasta sighed and said, "It's really not easy. It's been more than half a year."

"Meow?" Azshara had a puzzled expression on her face, why was it different from what she thought?

"You spent more than half a year on a Sequence 8 potion. You can't even compare to a dog. How can you be so proud?"

Hastur said, and flicked Azshara's head.

If he hadn't been forcing her during this period, with Azshara's laid-back temperament, it would have taken at least two months to completely digest the instigator potion.

This speed is already very slow. After all, Azshara already knew the existence of the acting method as soon as she entered the extraordinary world.

He and Sharon taught it the key points of playing the instigator many times. According to normal circumstances, three months is an average time.

But Azshara used it for more than half a year, which shows that she is extremely lazy.

Azshara's eyes widened in disbelief. How could it be inferior to a dog? How could those stupid guys compare with the noble and elegant one.

"Don't be unconvinced, that dog is indeed a little more talented in this area than you are."

"Meow!" Azshara curled her lips in dissatisfaction and turned her head away, not wanting to talk to her master.

Hastur smiled, held it in his arms, rubbed its little head, and then told it a little about Susie's glorious deeds.

Azshara was completely shocked to hear that Susie, a dog, actually liked reading and read many books!

A picture appeared in my mind unconsciously. There was a dog lying under the bookshelf, wearing glasses and starting to flip through the books. From time to time, the light of wisdom and thinking flashed in his eyes.

"Meow?"

"Don't you believe it yet? When I return to Backlund, I will take you to see it. I hope that by then you will be able to converse in Loen dialect."

"..."

Azshara was silent for a long time. In this case, could it be someone else's child?

Soon, it started to get angry. It was obviously just a dog, so why did it study so hard?

So much so that it has become a poor student in the eyes of its owner.

"Looking at your hard work during this period, there is no limit to all the dried fish today. Remember, it's only today."

"Meow!"

Azshara's eyes lit up instantly, and without thinking about anything, she jumped from Hastur's arms to the ground, and then quickly rushed to the warehouse where the dried fish was stored.

"Next is the witch. I don't know if Azshara will turn into a beautiful girl on the spot after taking the witch's potion."

Hasta thought carefully for a while and decided to write a letter to Sharon first to share some relevant experiences.

Counting the time, Sharon has now arrived in the Southern Continent.

As for the witch's potion, he had already asked the yellow-robed monks to prepare the extraordinary materials, and he just had to mix them into potion.

The Yellow Monk Organization is very good at collecting things. When a group of winners go out to do things together, it is always easy to achieve what they want.

At night, Hastur came to the study, and 008 couldn't wait to move his buttocks, jumping up and down in front of Hastur with the pencil case on his head.

"Be quiet first."

Hastur held an ordinary quill in his hand and tapped the pen box twice before 008 stopped.

Taking out a blank piece of paper, Hastur thought for a moment before slowly writing.

It took half an hour to write this letter and blow the whistle to summon the spirit messenger.

When the crack in the spiritual world appeared in the study, 008 gently moved his position closer to Hastur.

The little firebird Gray Carrie poked her head out from the crack in the spiritual world, chirped twice, and flew to Hastur's shoulder.

"Hey, you seem to have gained a lot of weight recently."

Hastur reached out and held Gray Carrie on his shoulder into his palm, observed her carefully for a while, and finally determined that Gray Carrie was in much better condition than before.

It should be the result of his recuperation in the spiritual world during this period. In addition, with the constant war in the southern continent, the breath of death is his best nourishment.

"Chirp."

Gray Carrie raised her head slightly, looking very proud, as if she was satisfied with her current state.

"Here, give this letter to Miss Sharon. She is currently in the Southern Continent. You should recognize her, right?"

Hastur stretched out his hand and gestured slightly to prevent Gray Carrie from getting the wrong person.

Maybe it was the mention of the Southern Continent, and Gray Carrie's eyes seemed to be brighter. She nodded and flew back to the spirit world with the letter in her mouth.

008 hid in the pencil box and became active again.

"I have a bad feeling." Hastur's face gradually became serious.