Mystery: The Stars Returner

boom!

Late at night, there was a roar from the dock area.

The sound was loud, as if thunder had come to the world and kept hitting the sea.

Hastur woke up from his sleep, calmed down for a while, then got up and got out of bed, turned on the brightest light, walked to the window and opened it, looking towards the dock area with a solemn expression.

The weather is fine tonight, and the light of the crimson moon shines, covering the houses as far as the eye can see with a thin, light red blanket.

But in the distance, there seemed to be black clouds gathering in the sky in the direction of the dock area, and thunder exploded, making people's hearts beat like drums, making it difficult to sleep.

It looked like it was thundering and raining down there in the dock area.

But Hastur understood that this phenomenon was unusual.

That was a vision caused by the fight between high-sequence powerhouses. His spirit was trembling slightly, as if to remind him not to approach that place.

Did Bernadette fight with people from the Rose School?

There may be more, the wind and thunder are so fast, maybe the people from the Church of Storms have also gone to join the battle.

Based on his understanding of the Church of the Seven Gods, they would first be hostile to the current Rose School of Thought, and then target Bernadette.

"I hope Miss Sharon and the others are not with Bernadette at the moment, otherwise they will definitely be affected."

Hastur is a little worried about the current situation of Sharon and Maric. The action of high-sequence experts from the Rose School may cause corresponding changes in the path.

The auras on Sharon and Maric's bodies may no longer be hidden.

All it takes is one powerful demigod to notice them, and it will be a fierce battle.

But he couldn't do anything at the moment, he could only pray that Miss Sharon and the others would stay not far from St. Samuel's Church.

After watching the battle silently for a while, Hastur discovered that the battle in the dock area tonight was not too fierce, and the fighting location might be on the sea.

Hastur looked at it for a while, and could only see black clouds and lightning twining and flickering, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

He gently closed the window and prepared to lie back on the bed and continue to rest.

When he just walked to the bed, the window was blown open with a bang, and the two windows kept making a rattling sound.

Unusual wind!

It feels like déjà vu!

Hastur sensed that something was wrong, so he quickly took two steps, held a cane, and at the same time drew out the sword in the cane, staring at the window with an evil look.

The wind was still howling like a normal natural phenomenon.

Hastur did not step forward to close the window, but still maintained the highest vigilance, and at the same time retreated towards the door.

I was thinking rapidly in my mind about what rules I should make to ensure my own safety.

Suddenly, a figure came with the strong wind and floated outside the window.

With the help of the light in the room, Hasta could clearly see the figure outside.

He looks very handsome, with delicate facial features, fair skin, a thin figure, and a temperament that looks a bit like a clerical worker.

Only his eyes were particularly noticeable. There was enthusiasm in his eyes, and he looked at everything around him unscrupulously.

Mr. A!

The first name that came to Hastur's mind!

He really didn't expect that Mr. A would come to his home at this time!

It is estimated that the nighthawks were transferred to the dock area tonight to maintain order and participate in the battle, which gave Mr. A the opportunity to move freely.

Seeing Mr. A not speaking, he just stared at himself, as if he was admiring a piece of porcelain in excellent condition.

Hastur has retreated to the door. If Mr. A makes any movement, he can break out of the door immediately and shout for help.

If that didn't work, he shouted out the Lord of Storms' honorable name.

Maybe tonight's battle has made the Storm Lord turn his attention to Backlund.

"Mr. A, long time no see. What's the matter with my late night visit?"

Hastur felt that he needed to say hello first, after all, Mr. A had shown kindness first last time.

Even though that gift of kindness was a bit overwhelming.

"You are indeed extraordinary."

When Mr. A spoke, his tone was calm and not at all crazy or irritable.

"I'm just an ordinary little nobleman."

"I was also wearing a mask when I attended the last party. How did you recognize my identity at first sight?"

"..."

Hastur found it difficult to answer. He was so nervous that he forgot this point, and Mr. A caught the flaw in his words.

By the way, isn’t Mr. A crazy about beauties?

How can you speak with reason and evidence?

"I have been good at observation since I was a child. I can roughly imagine what a person looks like based on his appearance."

This is nonsense, and Hastur himself doesn’t believe it.

"So that's it, your talent is indeed very good."

"..."

Hasta was stunned again. He no longer knew what level Mr. A’s IQ was, and he would even believe such an obvious lie.

"It's just a little trick, not worth mentioning."

Hasta laughed, hoping to get rid of this topic.

"I came here to ask you something."

"whats the matter?"

"Would you like to join us?"

"...I am already a believer of the goddess of the night."

Hasta declined again. He couldn't guess Mr. A's purpose and how he could choose to join the Aurora Society.

"The night has never protected you."

Mr. A’s words were bold but seemed to mean something.

"I will not waver in my faith easily."

"maybe."

Mr. A took a deep look at Hastur, then rode away in a gust of wind, closing the window smoothly.

In terms of closing the window smoothly, Hasta can give Mr. A a big five-star rating.

"call……"

Hastur took a deep breath and relaxed the tension in his heart.

He thought Mr. A came to his door late at night to settle a score with him, but he didn't expect that he just said a few words.

This is too strange. Even if Mr. A is really crazy, he would behave like this, right?

Come here late at night just to ask yourself if you want to join the Aurora Society?

Was he such a zealous preacher?

Hasta is confident in his appearance, but his appearance alone is not enough to make Mr. A do such a thing, right?

And what does Mr. A mean by "The night has never protected you"?

The goddess of the night has never protected me, so has the true creator ever protected me?

This is no joke.

Wait, the protection of the true Creator?

Hastur's heart moved inexplicably, and he frowned and thought for a long time, but he could not remember which being the original owner was praying to when he held the resurrection ceremony.

The memory of that night seems to have been partially erased.

Otherwise, with my own memory, it is impossible that I would not have remembered such crucial information.

Could it be that the original owner held the resurrection ceremony to pray to the true Creator?

Moreover, the true Creator also provided certain protection to the original owner?

impossible?

There were waves in Hasta's heart. This was even more exciting than when Mr. A came to his door tonight!

The original owner is just an ordinary person who has not even entered the extraordinary world. Even if he prays to the true Creator, there is a high probability that he will go crazy and a small probability that he will die directly.

It is impossible to attract the attention of the true Creator, let alone obtain His protection!

He must have been made suspicious by the appearance of Mr. A, so he made random guesses.

Hastur took a few more deep breaths to slowly calm down his irritable mood.

After taking a look at the lamp that was continuously emitting bright light, Hastur chose to keep it on.

He walked to the bed, placed the sword in the staff within easy reach, and then got into bed and lay down.

Being disturbed like this by Mr. A, he was not sleepy at all.

"Well, if this continues, I don't know whether Mr. A is crazy or not, but I will definitely go crazy."

"Is Mr. A's true purpose to drive himself crazy? Wow, Mr. A is so scheming!"

"It is better to move to Queens as soon as possible. I believe that by then it will be difficult for Mr. A to knock on the window in the middle of the night."

Hastur was in a state of reverie, and it was not until dawn that he fell asleep.

But he didn't sleep for long when he was woken up by the maid's knock on the door.

He yawned and stayed on the bed for another ten minutes before getting up.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up and took a bath before I felt refreshed.

After going downstairs to eat, Butler Neil came to report what things the family had done recently and how many maid workers they had hired.

Hasta originally wanted to interview the new maids and workers in person, but felt it was too troublesome, so he ultimately left all these matters to Butler Neil.

Now that things at home are on track, it doesn't matter even if a few moths with malicious intentions appear.

He just needs to find a time and make a rule to make them all appear.

At around nine o'clock, Hastur went out in a carriage.

He needed to go to Hillstown and find someone to renovate his law office.

For example, the style of the law firm, the charging standards for ordinary cases and commercial cases, and whether there should be a big reward when opening the business, etc., all need to be handled by him personally.

He originally wanted to ask Professor Foulun for help with these matters, but Professor Foulun has been busy giving lectures recently and has very little free time.

It is said that Professor Wayne assigned him a lot of extracurricular homework, which kept him busy every day.

With no one to turn to, Hastur had to do the work himself.

When I was busy working until the afternoon, Manager Harley heard that he was planning to open a law firm here, so he passed by to take a look.

"You're usually not busy in the afternoon, right?"

“If there are no customers, it’s usually very leisurely.”

"It's good to have some leisure time."

Hasta's face was full of smiles, and then the Harley manager stayed here to help until he got off work at seven o'clock in the evening.