Mystery: The Stars Returner

In a wilderness, thunder flashed across the sky from time to time, occasionally illuminating the entire wilderness.

There are three figures sitting on a dark blue stone. They are concentrating on shuffling a deck of cards, then dividing them into three parts, and starting the common method of fighting evil.

On the other side of the dark blue stone, there were two figures looking at the flashes of thunder in the sky, seemingly debating how many times of thunder could occur in the Land Abandoned by the Gods in a year.

On the other side, there is a figure squatting on the grass, picking up a branch in his hand, and seriously teasing the ants crawling across the grass. Sometimes he gets too playful and deliberately disrupts the neat formation of the ants, with a smile on his face. A very happy expression.

There was also sitting on the grass, carefully wiping the glasses he had just taken off with a silky and neat light-colored glasses cloth, a pair of monocles.

There is also a figure dressed as an adventurer, standing on a stone and looking at the distant scenery, looking confident and ambitious, as if he will turn into a goshawk and fly out for adventure in the next moment.

There was even an unlucky guy who was tied to the fire rack because he said the wrong thing. Someone was picking up branches nearby, trying to light a fire and burn the unlucky guy into a roasted suckling pig.

The numerous figures bring a lot of excitement to the silent wilderness.

The only thing that makes people feel scary is that the facial features of these figures are exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Suddenly, a golden light bloomed in the distance, like a golden portal opening in the dark world.

In the wilderness, all figures looked in that direction at the same time.

They all wear a pair of monocles, even the style and color are the same.

"Someone has come to the land abandoned by the gods." The figure standing tall and looking out said seriously.

"Who's coming?"

"Is anyone else able to get in safely?"

"It's really strange. I suddenly want to go and play with him."

"Probably another crazy believer in the true Creator. His believers are always so reckless and stupid."

"It's rare for new people to come in, which should be a good thing."

"Don't you think there are more interesting things happening during this time?"

The busy discussion quickly made the silent wilderness become lively again.

Finally, they reached an agreement with each other and decided to send three lucky people to investigate this matter by drawing cards.

In such matters, they have always been fair, and most of the time the minority obeys the majority.

Of course, occasionally, there will be a veto power. As long as one person disagrees, it will be overturned and started again until everyone agrees.

This method is very time-consuming. Sometimes just to decide whether to go out to play tomorrow, it takes a month to vote.

They would rather spend their time on trivial matters like voting than just going out and playing.

After all, this is in line with democracy. As for whether it will affect or delay anything, it is not within their scope of consideration.

Soon, three lucky people were successfully selected.

One is an adventurer, one is a bard, and the other is a silent person who likes to stand still and be in a daze.

The adventurer's body transformed into a goshawk, soared into the sky, flapped its wings, and flew quickly towards the distance.

The bard looked into the distance and transformed into a galloping horse.

The Silent Man remained silent for a while, quickly climbed onto the horse and sat down, and then rode away on the horse while it struggled reluctantly.

The remaining people raised their hands and waved enthusiastically, singing songs and playing instruments to cheer for their departure.

After the three of them left, a unique party began in the wilderness.

……

Silver City is also holding a party to welcome Mr. A.

Derrick sat aside and glanced from a distance at Mr. A, who was surrounded in the middle and was answering questions about outside matters for the residents of Silver City. Then he glanced at Elder Lovia, who was always on high alert for Mr. A.

The wariness and disgust in his eyes were probably not staged. Elder Lovia just hated this outsider, Mr. A.

Aren’t they all believers in the true Creator?

Derrick couldn't understand and could only remain silent.

During this time, he asked Mr. Fool to let him have a communication with Mr. Hanged Man.

In the end, Mr. Hanged Man, who has always been very trustworthy, also gave advice similar to Mr. Fool's: wait and see what happens, don't be impulsive, and leave everything to the chief.

"Will the merciful Lord give us the gift of hope in Silver City?"

“As long as you continue to believe in the Lord devoutly, the Lord will definitely respond to your expectations.”

Mr. A spoke very naturally. He had answered this question dozens of times.

Every Silver City resident who spoke to him would ask similar questions.

They long for hope and salvation, hoping to leave this world one day.

Unfortunately, he really didn’t know which road he took to get here. This road was all guided by the Lord.

Without the Lord, he didn’t know the way forward.

Just like this, he didn't know whether he should stay in Silver City or continue his journey.

After the party, when Mr. A passed by Elder Lovia, he heard the other person say in a low voice: "Don't let your dirty beliefs affect Silver City!"

"Believers who have abandoned their faith are not qualified to preach to me." Mr. A just replied calmly.

He was sure that Elder Lovia must have prayed to the Lord, but her heart was not on the Lord's side, but stayed in Silver City.

In this gloomy world, a long-distance goshawk flew from a distance and landed on a statue in the central square of Silver City.

His eyes were looking down with interest at this city that had not yet been swallowed up by darkness.

The last time He came, he also met the Fool’s followers here.

Now, people from the outside come here again. This is really a good place.

Want to destroy it?

Or let it stay?

The goshawk tilted its head slightly, began to think, and then looked at the lightning flashing in the sky.

He suddenly had a good idea and bet on whether the number of lightning flashes in the sky would be an odd number or an even number in ten breaths.

If the final number is an odd number, then this Silver City, which should have dissipated long ago, will be destroyed. If it is an even number, then He will continue to let it go.

He raised his head and began to count seriously. Ten breaths passed quickly, and he also got the result he wanted, one hundred and twenty-four, which was an even number.

What luck.

He looked back with regret, thinking whether he should count again, this time longer, just within a hundred breaths.

But He did not do so in the end because His eyes were attracted.

He saw that the outsider, with the conspicuous and disgusting aura on his body, was a believer in the true Creator.

This put a layer of gloom over his originally good mood. He hated the true Creator and did not want to acknowledge his existence.

Do you want to kill him directly?

Or let him play a game first?

The eyes of the goshawk on the statue reveal human thoughts, and then it looks up to the sky.

Fortunately, this time He could count a hundred breaths.

Lightning flashed across one after another, and the dazzling and eye-catching thunder was one of the few strong colors in this world.

One hundred breaths ended, this time also an even number.

This allowed him to conclude a rule: lightning in the sky always appears in pairs.

He was in a good mood and looked at Mr. A who was meditating in the room. Just looking at the dust in the air, the grass clippings flying by occasionally, the ants crawling through the window, and the mice foraging for food, it seemed as if they were truly alive for a moment. .

"What a terrible feeling!"

Mr. A, who was still thinking about where to go next, had a crazy spiritual warning in his mind. He stood up suddenly, shivered inexplicably, and almost tripped over the chair.

His eyes were full of vigilance, and he carefully looked at the empty surroundings. For some reason, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be countless eyes staring at him in the dark.

The inexplicable coldness caused a huge panic in his heart.

At this time, big black mice slipped out from every corner of the room. They were supposed to be afraid of people, but they stood upright on their hind legs, staring at him with a pair of scarlet eyes with condescending scrutiny.

Not only mice, but also various small things hiding in the room crawled out, such as spiders, small snakes, wriggling larvae, moths flapping their wings...

They appeared in front of him without fear, all staring at him with a pair of scrutinizing eyes.

Mr. A had goosebumps all over his body. There were even small fleshy balls on his hands and arms, which then split open and sprouted red eyeballs the size of fingertips. With alertness and fear, he stared at people from all directions. appraising gaze.

Maybe he found it interesting. The little animals all around looked at Mr. A and all smiled.

Mr. A was stunned for a second, and then his body turned into a black tide and rushed towards the window, trying to escape.

To his surprise, the weird mice, spiders, moths, etc. in the room were not chased out.

But before Mr. A could breathe a sigh of relief, pairs of eyes appeared around him, surrounding him with eyes full of teasing.

He was like a prey caught in a trap with nowhere to escape.

Mr. A knew that there must be a very difficult enemy coming secretly.

Derrick was in the room preparing to rest for a while when he was suddenly awakened by Mr. Fool's message.

"Amon is here."

This sentence was like a spell, scaring Derrick to the point where he couldn't sleep at all, and his face instantly turned pale.