Mystery: The Stars Returner

Haha, romantic anecdote.

Bernadette just glanced at her old father who had been placed in the position of romantic king by historians.

Russell was on pins and needles. She always felt that the little comrade in front of her couldn't speak well. He could just praise other aspects, but insisted on boasting about his private life, and in front of his daughter.

Klein still looked enthusiastic and said: "For a big man like you, this romantic anecdote is not a stain, but a life story worthy of praise."

"..." Russell took a deep breath and smiled: "Those are all in the past, I have already forgotten them."

"It's okay, your deeds have been recorded in the annals of history, and your vivid image has always survived in people's hearts, especially the love poems you wrote, which are simply the favorites of all girls and even middle-aged and elderly women. Every poem is like It is the outpouring of your warmest and freest soul.”

Hearing this, Hastur almost laughed out loud. Klein specified that he deliberately used this way of speaking to tease Russell.

This is how fellow villagers greet fellow villagers. It’s really special.

"Thank you. Today's era belongs to young people." Russell showed a smile full of vicissitudes of life.

"Even if you disappeared for a long time, the diary you wrote has been handed down and continues to inspire everyone who explores knowledge."

"Wait a minute." Russell caught the key word and raised his voice slightly, "Did you just say it was a diary?"

"Yes, didn't you write a lot?" Klein asked innocently: "The content of those manuscripts written in your unique words has been passed down a lot, don't you remember it yourself?"

No, no one can really decipher Chinese characters and understand the diaries I wrote, right?

Russell felt the impact for the first time in his heart. He panicked, felt ashamed, and his face felt hot.

He didn't dare to look at the expression on his precious daughter's face at this moment, for fear that she would also be able to read the contents of his diary.

What a shame!

Too shameful!

If given another chance, I would never write a diary again!

Russell was shouting in his heart, with a gentle smile on his face, "Can you understand the content of those words?"

"Probably we can only decipher a little bit." Klein showed a shameful expression. "Even after several generations of hard work, we still can't fully master the method of deciphering this kind of writing. We can only barely decipher a little bit of the content."

"This is already an amazing feat." Russell secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"My teacher once deciphered one of the sentences, but I don't know whether it is true or not." Klein sighed, and then under Russell's nervous gaze, he slowly said: "The taste of the witch is really good, probably That’s what I mean.”

Hastur on the side has silently raised his head, looking up at the starry sky, slightly diverting his attention to avoid accidentally laughing.

"..." Russell's expression froze, but he responded quickly and chuckled: "I don't remember that I have ever written about this."

Klein lowered his head slightly and said, "I also think my teacher made a mistake in deciphering it. Witches are such evil creatures. The breath flowing from their bodies is foul-smelling. How can it still taste good?"

Russell smiled and said: "What you said is right and makes sense. I will definitely be able to surpass your teacher in the future."

At this time, Cattleya arrived with new scented tea and refreshments.

Before Klein could say anything else, Russell turned slightly and said, "Don't you know Mr. Hastur? Let's talk."

He was afraid that if he continued to chat, he would be unable to help but beat up the man in front of him named Gehrman Sparrow!

Will we be able to chat?

There is so much knowledge in the diary that you can decipher just a little bit and it will benefit you for life, but you are trying to decipher some witch!

He also deciphered the most critical sentence!

But speaking of it, the witch does have a unique flavor.

"Haha, the taste of a witch is really good." A cold voice sounded in his ears, and Russell knew without raising his head that the lie he had just told could not be hidden from his daughter.

Taro crisps, there’s actually taro here, it’s really good.

Russell didn't raise his head, just sat quietly on the edge, calmly drinking scented tea and tasting refreshments.

"Mr. Klein, you have come a long way, sit down and have a sip of tea."

Bernadette invited him, and Klein naturally sat across from Russell.

This made Russell very speechless, and he couldn't help but feel angry, so he could only let the other party's eager eyes keep looking at him.

Hasta watched this scene with a smile on his lips. He was still waiting for Klein to continue with his chores.

Bernadette didn't speak either and also chose to watch.

Klein was thinking about whether to show his cards directly.

He already knew that Hastur was a time-traveler like himself, and he had openly discussed that Russell must also be a time-traveler.

Now that all three of them are here, if there is a showdown, this is the best time.

Klein pondered for a while and glanced at Hastur. Hastur had no intention of showing off. He glanced at Russell, who clearly didn't want to see him.

The scene fell silent for a while.

Cattleya looked at this scene for a while and consciously left here first.

"Mr. Hastur, you have also studied the diary left by Emperor Russell. I wonder what significant gains you have made?" Klein decided to raise the topic to Hastur and see his true attitude.

Russell's heart skipped a beat, and she felt something bad.

The stars watched everything, and their time was also under the watchful eyes of the stars. Chinese characters had no secrets to the stars.

"Probably some romantic anecdotes." Hasta just said lightly.

Klein took over the words naturally: "My teacher thinks so too. He believes that these diaries left by Emperor Russell mainly record some unknown experiences and secrets in his life."

"Now, you can directly ask the person involved to confirm your teacher's suspicion."

These words were obviously full of anger and encouragement. Klein heard the true meaning of Hastur’s words and asked the sullen Russell: "Dear Emperor Russell, why did you do it in the first place?" Why did you write those diaries and let them be passed down to future generations?”

Haha, my brain was spinning at that time, wasn’t it?

is it not OK?

Who says serious people can't keep diaries?

Russell sneered a few times in his heart, and said with a look of reminiscence on his face: "Things that have happened in the past are easily dispersed like clouds and smoke. The diary I wrote at that time was mainly about my insights about extraordinary paths, and they are things that cannot be forgotten. The purpose of clearly recording taboo knowledge is to give those who come after us an opportunity to learn from it.”

Although it's a bit evasive, it's true, Hasta commented in his heart.

"Your character is so great, it's really admirable." Klein complimented.

"I have made too many contributions to mankind in my life. This small thing seems insignificant compared to my vast and magnificent life." Russell closed his eyes slightly.

Is it installed again?

Hastur and Klein looked at each other, then looked away in tacit agreement, ready to break up the trouble.

Klein took a sip of tea, cleared his throat and said, "What is the most unforgettable thing in your great life?"

"When I prepare my mausoleum in advance." Russell said this calmly.

"Unknown life, prophet death, your wisdom really puts future generations to shame." After Klein finished speaking, he changed the subject: "Now there is an organization called the Tarot Society. It is said that they are based on the twenty-two chapters passed down by you. Created by Tarot cards, do you still have an impression of these twenty-two Tarot cards?"

"That is also the knowledge I left to future generations. It is an opportunity, a gift, and a gift." Russell has gradually found his original state.

"Tarot cards?" Hasta took over the conversation, and a bookmark-like Tarot card suddenly appeared on his fingertips. "Is this the Tarot card that has been handed down?"

Klein was very cooperative and said: "Yes, these are the Tarot cards left by Emperor Russell. There are only twenty-two cards. Mr. Hastur, you are so lucky!"

Klein's voice of surprise attracted the attention of Russell and Bernadette.

A tarot card?

Which one will it be?

It can't be that one, right?

A strong ominous premonition suddenly surged in Russell's heart, her lips moved slightly, and her eye pupils shrank.

"This tarot card is really interesting." Bernadette, who had already walked to Hastur's side, made a short comment after seeing clearly the content of this tarot card.

Hastur glanced at Russell with a smile and spread out the tarot card on the tea table.

A tarot card with the image of the Black Emperor. Russell on the card is particularly heroic.

"Yes, these are Tarot cards. It is said that they contain the secret of becoming a god. They are not easily damaged and have various magical abilities such as anti-divination and concealment." Klein gave a professional appraisal.

Russell then slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately it was not that tarot card.

Yes, how could such a coincidence happen?

"Is this the Tarot card that records extraordinary knowledge?" Hastur chuckled: "I have another one here."

Why is there another one!

Seeing Hastur pull out another tarot card, Russell's heart almost rose to his throat.