Mystery: The Stars Returner

As time passed, many more figures came in front of and behind the room.

The channel to the spiritual world was torn apart. First, a mature and beautiful blonde woman came, talked to Sharon for a while, and caressed her head.

That day, Sharon's eyes were red for the first time, showing a fragile and sad expression.

The blond woman stayed for a few days before leaving, and the days returned to a brief calm.

Then there was another tear in the spiritual world channel, and a fiery red bird flew out. It chirped, and then landed on Sharon's shoulder, as if it was comforting something.

The seemingly inconspicuous little firebird, in Hastur's eyes, is a phoenix with majestic wings and a huge body. It also wears a golden crown on its head.

Gray Carrie, the ancestor of the phoenix, was the spiritual messenger who signed a contract with herself.

This contract is still in effect, and I can easily control him.

But there seems to be no place where he needs to use him. Wherever his eyes look, he can easily arrive and there is no need to use other existences to convey information to him.

But Hastur did not unilaterally tear up the contract after all. He still just watched quietly and let time pass by.

Soon, the time came to December 12st, and another meeting of the stars was held.

During this period, many more people called his name.

It was in a city called Backlund. A man named Leonard once mentioned his name in private. Maric, Gretel, Gray Linte, Xio, and Fors all mentioned him. name.

One named Miss Audrey, the one who chanted her name the most among these people, and the extraordinary dog ​​Susie beside her, they were still writing letters to themselves, but in the end the letters were only sent to the one where only Sharon was guarding them. Inside that empty house.

From their private whispers and conversations, Hastur gradually pieced together the past that he had interacted with them, but those past were very vague, and he had forgotten many specific storylines.

The fragmented memories are coming together bit by bit, and as time goes by, the memories become more complete.

He recalled many past events, but he still just watched quietly, and then held a new meeting of stars in silence.

At the meeting of stars, they didn't discuss any big things, they just talked about some commonplace things. The only thing that could be called more interesting was that Primordial Hungry also wanted to send down a clone to enter the real world.

According to Him, it was to throw the wishing lamp that imprisoned the Djinn into the stinky ditch so that He could suffer a little.

Regarding his request, the High Dimensional Overlooker expressed his willingness to help, and Hastur also nodded in approval and helped him.

For the Outer Gods who attended the meeting of stars in the past, he was willing to fulfill their requests as long as their requests were not too transgressive.

This is an exchange.

The more you give now, the more you will gain in the future.

The return of the stars is not just a matter of authority.

The bimonthly meeting of the stars has ended again, and Hastur feels even more bored, feeling empty inside and in need of new things to fill it.

His current time, apart from watching everything in a daze, is waiting for the meeting of the stars to be held.

Over and over again, monotonous and repetitive.

He should go down and take a walk instead of staying in the palace of stars.

He looked down at the real world and began to look for more interesting places. Puning Port and Backlund flashed through his mind, but he still did not choose to go there. Before his past memories were completely put together, he I don’t want to have too many new memories about those people.

In the end, he chose a vast ice field. The scenery there was very suitable for him now.

With just a slight thought in the Palace of Stars, he appeared on the vast ice field. The spatial distance did not exist for the Palace of Stars.

What's more, when he was in Sequence 5, he had used the Palace of Stars to formulate corresponding rules and had the extraordinary ability of the apprentice path.

He can do all the things that travelers can do, and he can go further than them.

In the vast ice field, there is a sheet of snow, where you can't tell the difference between day and night, and the passage of time loses its original meaning here.

When his footsteps came out of the ice field, there was an icy lake in front of him.

This lake has not been completely frozen, and tender green grass can be vaguely seen sprouting in the distance. This is the boundary of the ice sheet.

Standing on the edge of the lake, looking at the crystal clear water, my mind suddenly calmed down.

Hastur sat by the lake, just looking at the lake covered with thin ice. There were many big fish in the lake. They were slender and neither fat nor thin. They lived in a clean place all year round. Their meat should be very delicate. , it might even taste sweet.

Just looking at it like this, Hastur's stomach began to feel a little hungry, and he forgot the last time he ate.

After watching quietly for a while, Hastur's right hand gently brushed along the lake surface. A fish about the same size as him jumped up from the lake surface and fell beside him, lying motionless.

Soon, the smell of grilled fish spread from the lakeside.

The whole big fish, the best part of the belly, is cut into small pieces and eaten raw. The head and tail are set aside, and the other parts are used for barbecue.

Hasta ate very slowly. When he ate the whole big fish except for the head and tail, the feeling of fullness in his stomach dispelled a lot of his confused emotions, and his mood also changed. Much better.

When he continued walking south from the lake, he came to a seaside where ice floes were still floating.

There are many people here, and they are fishing for the seals living nearby.

Seal fishing is a traditional festival that has been preserved here to this day.

Hasta's arrival did not cause much of a sensation. Many people come here every year to participate in the seal fishing festival.

But the clothes are thin and not warm at all, which still attracts the envy of many people.

The temperature here is so low, especially at night, that your urine will freeze.

Most people try to wear warm clothing whenever possible, such as the warm furs of various animals.

The excitement here did not stop Hastur, but when he was about to leave, someone called him.

He was a middle-aged man with bronze skin, medium build, black hair and brown eyes, soft facial features, and a small black mole hidden under his right ear.

"Are you from Loen?" The middle-aged man came over to chat, "The clothes you are wearing have an obvious Loen style. I have lived there all year round. Except for the poor air quality, everything there is very good. good."

"Are you Mr. Azik?"

The name of the person in front of him naturally came to Hastur's mind.

"Do you know me?" Azik looked at Hastur curiously, and the more he looked at it, the stranger he felt.

He came here alone to fish for seals, and he didn't expect to meet someone who knew him.

Hastur looked past Azik to the people who were busy preparing to catch seals, "Is life good here?"

"If you don't mind the extremely cold weather here. It's very quiet here and it's perfect for a person to relax and be alone. Are you here because you have something on your mind?"

After a brief exchange, Azik could already see the confusion in the young man in front of him. He seemed to have lost something, and then he was looking for something aimlessly.

At night, there was light snow in the sky, and the stars hung on the sky, shining brightly. Even the wind and snow could not obscure their light.

Hastur and Azik just sat in the open air, looking up at the stars and communicating.

"The destination of the soul is really a good question. I have also lost my past memories, and I have been actively searching for them. Finally, I recovered my memories, but found that those memories were not as beautiful as I thought."

"Do you regret it?"

"No, whether it is pain or beautiful memories, only when you find them can they truly belong to you. Memories, everything in the past, are the traces of a person's life."

Hastur did not continue to answer, but just looked up at the starry sky above his head.

"You should also retrieve the memories of the past. There shouldn't be any blank spaces in your mind."

Azik patiently enlightened the young man in front of him and told him many stories and experiences about himself.

Late at night, when the stars fade away, Hastur disappears.

"A traveler?"

Azik was momentarily distracted as he watched Hastur disappear for no apparent reason. Just before his eyes, in just a blink of an eye, the young man who was listening to him suddenly disappeared.

Azik sat quietly alone for a long time. When dawn began and people started to become noisy, he also smiled and joined the seal fishing team.

……

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur was still sitting quietly, his eyes sweeping over those who had mentioned his name, and the fragments of memory were constantly being reorganized.

December 15th, there is only half a month left before the new year.

In Puning Port, in the room where Hastur retreated and was promoted, Sharon stood in front of the window sill, quietly looking towards the harbor street.

The New Year is approaching, and people living here start preparing for the New Year early, making it far more lively and festive than in the past.

Especially this year, pirates have been driven away, business has developed greatly, and people living here can make a lot of money as long as they are diligent enough.

"Meow……"

The listless Azshara was lying in front of the window sill. She just glanced at the busy street and then withdrew her gaze. Although many stalls were selling fragrant dried fish, they could no longer attract its attention.

dong dong dong.

Someone knocked on the door, and Azshara didn't even bother to look up.

After a while, the knocking on the door stopped, and there were several letters from Backlund neatly placed at the door.

The pile of unopened letters already exceeds fifty.

Caius, who had delivered the letter, glanced at the door that was still closed, sighed in disappointment and left.

Three months have passed since the Earl left.