Mystery: The Stars Returner

"A charity gala for the protection of magical creatures on Saturday night?"

When Leonard returned to the office, he received an invitation from Hastur.

He had never been interested in charity galas that were mostly for show, but his superiors required him to attend.

Said to be to prevent any accidents that night.

"With that guy Hastur here, accidents will happen even if there are no accidents."

Leonard sighed and accepted the task, treating it as a free meal.

Saturday in Queens.

Earl Hastur Campbell is a rising star in the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Loen.

The news of his return from South Wales soon spread throughout the aristocratic circles, and a large number of noble ladies or noble ladies were very interested in this handsome young earl.

Although he has a close personal relationship with Miss Audrey of Earl Hall's family, they are not married yet, and even if they are married, it does not mean anything.

When the young earl wanted to hold a charity party, it naturally attracted the attention of many nobles. As for the name of the charity party, it didn't matter at all.

Not to mention protecting any magical creatures, even protecting curly baboons is legal and reasonable.

Outside the luxurious villa at No. 12 King's Avenue, luxury four-wheel carriages were parked, and many members of the royal family were also present.

At around 6:30, Klein had already arrived at the big villa in advance. His arrival was very inconspicuous in this grand party. He was happy to be a little transparent, shuttling between the food and wine. Listen to the chatter from the crowd.

After listening for more than half an hour, he had a more specific understanding of Hastur, because there are always some people who like to recount other people's life experiences and then find out what makes them extraordinary.

"Is the turning point of his story only half a year ahead of mine?"

Klein heard the key point, which seemed to be an important turning point in Hastur's life, which made him feel strangely moved.

Before he could think too much, there was an aristocratic lady nearby who was beautifully dressed and wearing dazzling emerald earrings. She walked over with elegant steps, her bright eyes and slightly raised corners of her mouth, it was obvious that she was I have a lot of interest in him.

Klein picked up the wine glass, smiled slightly, and naturally started chatting with the other party.

During the conversation, he also learned about the identity of this noble lady. She was the kind of noble lady who was very lucky.

The second year after she married her current husband, her husband died of illness, leaving her a considerable fortune.

Such people are not a minority in the aristocratic circle of Backlund.

Some newspapers have conducted statistics on this aspect and found that the life span of male nobles is generally shorter, and accidents are easy to occur between the ages of forty and fifty.

And the wives they marry, if it is their second wife, are often ten or twenty years younger than them, and they are at the best age of their lives.

This gave Backlund the birth of an association that specializes in eating soft food. Many young and handsome guys are members of this association.

"Lounen Honesty News" also published several articles to satirize this phenomenon. The final result was that the number of members of this soft rice association was increasing.

After all, no matter what era we are in, there are always some people with bad stomachs.

Under the bright lights, every time he faced the topic that the other party wanted to talk about, Klein always responded calmly, neither rejecting nor agreeing. With his rich adventure experience, it was easy to find topics that the other party liked to talk about, and then Change the subject calmly.

"Dawn Downstairs, I think this name will be the best thing I get from coming here tonight." Mrs. Lisa gave Klein a meaningful look and left.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and caught a glimpse of Leonard, a dozen or so steps ahead, holding up a wine glass, taking a small sip, and looking towards him.

I guess I'm thinking about something not very serious.

Klein had no intention of saying hello to him. He just raised his wine glass and gestured to him from afar, then naturally left here and headed to the next lively place.

"Tsk, the old cow eats the young grass."

Leonard took a sip of the spicy rum and glanced teasingly. He was obviously an old guy who had lived for countless years, but he was still pretending to be young and innocent. It was really interesting.

He couldn't help but ask the old man in his mind whether he had ever used a sword before it got old.

"Hey, look to the left."

A snort of disdain made Leonard turn sideways and look to the left.

Just one glance, so shocked that the wine glass in his hand almost fell off.

He actually saw Miss Serafina again, the ageless witch!

The black dress that was about to become her signature made him subconsciously avoid women who were wearing the same clothes when he met her on the street.

Why did Hasta send her an invitation? Could it be intentional?

Fortunately, Serafina's eyes did not fall on his side. Instead, she was chatting with her daughter, Mrs. Germani, who looked almost as young and beautiful as herself and had a somewhat similar appearance.

Leonard turned his back on his stiff body and left the area with trembling legs. As he left, he felt a faint glance at him, which made him walk faster.

At around eight o'clock, tonight's protagonist Hastur was already walking in surrounded by several nobles.

There are two people closest to him, one is Greg Negan, the son of the late Duke Negan of the Negan family, and the other is Hibbert Hall, the eldest son of Earl Hall.

The core of the future rights of the Loen Kingdom, this is the true thought in the hearts of many people, including Klein.

"Thank you, gentlemen and ladies, for taking some time out of your busy schedule to attend tonight's charity gala." Hasta looked around with a smile, then continued: "There are many ordinary creatures living in this world. Different magical creatures, their types include elves, dragons, vampires, werewolves and more.”

"Today, with the rapid development of industry, countless trees in virgin forests have been cut down indiscriminately, and their homes that originally belonged to them have been gradually invaded by humans."

"Many magical creatures are on the verge of extinction and their survival conditions are worrying. I want to contribute to this and ensure that our future generations can still see species diversity with their own eyes..."

Hastur said a lot of things eloquently, and he naturally received a round of applause at the end.

Klein in the crowd was lamenting that just in Backlund, there were so many homeless people whose living conditions were even more worrying. Aren't they worth protecting?

But when I think about the era more than a hundred years later, human life is still not so precious.

In a sense, this is also a historical inheritance.

After the introduction, Hastur asked the butler to put out some special works of art and jewelry brought back from South Wales for a small auction.

As for the money from the auction, all the money will be invested in the newly established foundation for the protection of magical creatures.

This method is more appropriate and effective than asking nobles to donate money directly.

Hastur disappeared from the stage again, drank a glass of wine, looked at the hot small auction, shook his head and chuckled.

For him, in an era when human life was valued so little, talking about protecting magical creatures was too extravagant.

This charity party only announced that he had returned from South Wales, and was a way of communication based on his noble status.

If similar events are held several times, his reputation will naturally spread among the noble circles of Loen Kingdom.

This is also to fulfill his promise to the original owner and the old butler, to rebuild the glory of the Campbell family and let the family's light shine throughout the Loen Kingdom.

If he wanted to, he could become the next Archduke of South Wales, and the Loen royal family would only hold their noses in recognition.

He has fulfilled his promise to restore the family's glory, even though he is currently the only one left in the Campbell family.

A person's family is a bit like Amon's back then.

Hastur was thinking quietly, and a voice suddenly came from beside him: "You have changed a lot during your time in South Wales."

He looked sideways and saw that the person speaking was Mrs. Germani with a complicated expression.

Hasta initially disliked and disliked Mrs. Germani, who had a beautiful appearance and a proud figure, but the other party did not do anything to him after all.

"Mrs. Gemani, long time no see. How are you doing?"

"What do you say?"

Mrs. Gemeni just stared at him with a faint gaze, but she quickly withdrew her gaze and asked casually: "Are you and Miss Audrey of Earl Hall's family going to get engaged this year?"

"???" Hasta was stunned, but still said with a smile: "Let everything take its course, we are all still young."

Mrs. Gemani seemed to be relieved, chatted for a few more words, and left with brisk steps.

Hibbert, who heard the conversation from the side, came over, shook his glass, and chuckled: "You are indeed still very young, but you can consider getting engaged first and waiting two or three years before getting married. This method is very popular among the nobles. very common."

"Hibbert, are you so desperate that you want me to call you uncle?"

"Of course, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

Hibbert smiled and clinked his glasses with Hasta. Greg also came over after socializing, and couldn't help but joked: "I said at the beginning that you and Miss Audrey are very suitable, but who is not taking it seriously? Acting secretly but secretly?"

While the three of them were chatting and joking, there were two sneaky figures in the dense woods in the villa garden, pouring kerosene into the bushes in circles.

When they were about to light a fire, a broom came over and swept them away like garbage.

“Where did the trash come from?”

A maid in classic black and white clothes walked out of the darkness holding a broom still stained with yellow leaves, frowning slightly as she looked at the trees that had been doused with kerosene.

The smell was a bit strong, but fortunately it didn't blow with the wind to the area where the party was held in front.