Mystery: The Return of the Stars

The next day, Hastur went to Backlund University in the morning, went to the court to observe and study in the afternoon, stayed at home to read at night, and whipped the lamp god before going to bed. It was another full day.

The information entrusted to Greylint to inquire about also had a clue. The two gangsters who jumped from the building had broken legs.

One of them broke his legs inexplicably while escaping, and the other broke his legs when he landed. In addition to admitting their crimes, they kept shouting that there were evil spirits.

Hastur was very satisfied with this result.

The Hall of Stars can indeed interfere with reality, allowing its Sequence 9 strength to formulate rules that affect reality.

However, the two gangsters are just ordinary people, not extraordinary people, and the testing intensity needs to be strengthened.

On the third day, early in the morning, Grek sent someone to send a message saying that he had arranged for him to be a legal advisor at Bavart Bank, and asked him to go there to register when he had time.

In order to get his first salary as soon as possible, Hastur dressed neatly, changed into a new cane, and wore a gem-inlaid mechanical watch that he had just found.

After the incident with the three gangsters, he searched the entire second floor and found a lot of good things.

As for the third floor, he did not go up. If there were any valuable things hidden, let it remain sealed.

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The largest shareholder of the Bavart Bank is Miss Audrey's father, Earl Hall. The Greck family is only the fourth shareholder of the bank, holding about 6% of the shares.

When Hasta arrived at the Bavart Bank, it was already 9:40, past the normal working hours in the morning.

"It's really embarrassing to be late on the first day." Hasta murmured in his heart.

When he walked into the bank door, Hasta was attracted by the lively and crowded scene inside. In addition to bank employees, there were many nobles and businessmen who came to the bank to handle business.

Communication here basically depends on shouting, because there are too many people.

"Are you Baron Hasta Campbell?"

Hasta stopped to admire it for a while, and a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and black vest and combing a neat black hair came up with a smile.

"Well, who are you?"

"Harley Thomas, a manager in charge of insurance business at Bavat Bank. Lord Greg asked me to come here to greet you and take you to familiarize yourself with the environment here."

"Thank you, Manager Harley."

Hasta smiled gently and let Harley Thomas take him to visit the Bavat Bank.

According to Harley Thomas, the bank is divided into five floors. The bottom floor is used to handle common problems such as deposits and withdrawals, personal loans, etc.

The second floor is divided into reception rooms, which are used to handle commercial loans, insurance, investment and other businesses.

Generally, only nobles and big businessmen with a certain status can come here.

The third floor is the office where bank managers such as Harley Thomas rest and receive guests, and it is also Hasta's office in the bank in the future.

The fourth floor is the exclusive area for the president and vice president of the bank.

The fifth floor is where the bank's shareholders hold meetings. The decoration is the most luxurious, and Hasta has not been able to go up to see what it is.

After a tour, Harley led Hasta to his office. A sign of legal counsel has been hung on the door, and there is a small line of words with his name.

The office is not too big, about one-third the size of Hasta's study room. There is a desk and a small bookshelf in the corner, with about 20 books on it, mostly books related to banking laws.

You can tell it has been carefully arranged.

Hasta is very satisfied with this house, especially the window of this house is close to a commercial street. Looking down, you can see dense shops and people.

"This is your business card, which represents your identity in the bank."

Harley handed over a small stack of three-finger-wide business cards. At a glance, there are about 30 cards. Hasta took it with a smile and turned out one to read it carefully several times.

In the center of the business card is written Bavat Bank, and the corresponding seal of the bank is also printed.

Below is Hasta's simple personal information, only name, age, and position, and no more private information such as housing information.

"Mr. Greg has already said hello. You can come whenever you want. You don't need to ask anyone in advance."

Harley almost said that Hasta was just an empty name in the Bavart Bank and only needed to come once a week to collect his weekly salary.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't come to collect it. When the uncollected salary reaches four weeks, the bank will send someone to deliver the salary directly to Hasta's residence.

This is a privilege allowed by Greg.

Hasta nodded and said, "Can you help me find some business cases that are not so urgent?"

Harley's smile froze for a moment, and after a while he said, "You just came to work today, and I haven't prepared any business cases for you."

"Is tomorrow okay?"

"I can only promise you within a week."

"Okay." Hasta was quite regretful.

Harley secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was full of smiles again.

He didn't want the young baron to work at all. He would rather he never show up and just wait at home to collect his salary.

At least this way, he won't make any mistakes.

Otherwise, if he makes a mistake, he will be the only one who will be unlucky.

No one would hold a baron accountable, let alone risk offending Lord Greg.

After seeing Harley off, Hasta sat alone in his office chair, leaning against the window to admire the street view outside.

After more than ten minutes, he felt bored and found a book on the bookshelf to read.

The contents of these books are very basic, and there are some commercial cases that the bank has handled before. They should be books exclusively provided by the bank.

The more Hasta read, the more he felt the strength of the bank. They formulated corresponding business rules based on the Loen Law, and basically left a certain margin in each business rule, so as not to let the bank fall into trouble.

Even if someone really read the Loen Law and the bank's regulations, even if they are the reasonable party, it is difficult for them to win the lawsuit against the bank.

The bank only allows itself to be the winner, there is no other possibility.

Especially in the rules related to insurance, the bank is even more playful. As long as the bank does not want to pay money, it does not have to pay, even if it is only 1 penny.

But under normal circumstances, the bank will not do it so obviously.

Hasta read very seriously, until Harley came to knock on his door, he looked at his watch, twelve o'clock five.

The normal working hours of Bavart Bank are:

Start work at 8:30, get off work at 12:00, start work at 1:30, and then finish work and go home at 6:00 in the afternoon.

Working eight hours a day is in line with the style of Emperor Roselle.

"There is a Dixi Bay nearby that makes very good pies, which are worth tasting." Harley invited Hasta to have lunch together.

In this regard, Hasta naturally would not refuse such a good intention, and he also wanted to try how delicious Dixi pies are.

After going down the third floor and coming to the bottom floor, the crowd here is still crowded. The bank staff responsible for handling business are divided into two groups, one group handles the affairs first, and the other group takes time to eat.

Hasta is very conspicuous under Harley's respectful leadership, especially when he is still very good-looking, many female bank staff cast interested glances.

Hasta has gradually learned to be immune to such glances.

Harley smiled and joked: "Fortunately, this is Backlund. If it were Intis, these girls would definitely have started to rob people."

"No, they will wait patiently until dark and take a stick before taking action." Hasta smiled and replied.

In his heart, he had a general understanding of Intis, where Roselle was born.

No wonder Roselle was so good at playing. Under the influence of the open atmosphere of Intis that spread throughout the entire northern continent, if he could still keep his chastity, he must be either impotent or a saint.

"When I make enough money, I will go to Intis to experience the local customs and practices there. I heard that people there like the reserved and restrained style of our Loen."

Harley thought of the wonderful encounter in Intis in the future, and the smile on his mouth became more obvious.

Hasta smiled without saying anything. He did not tell Harley that in Intis, it was not only the noble ladies and young ladies who were enthusiastic, but also the male nobles.

In the restaurant, Hasta ate the Dixie pie as he wished. It was indeed meaty and juicy, and the most outstanding thing was the chopped apple pieces. The slightly sour and sweet taste greatly stimulated the taste buds and neutralized the greasiness in the pie. It was full of flavor when you took a bite.

At the same time, he asked for a cup of sweet iced tea for himself. Dixie pie with sweet iced tea, the fool said it was good after eating it.

"In the future, we need to hire at least three chefs at home, one for desserts, one for Intis cuisine, and one for snacks like Dixie pies. That's the way to enjoy it."

Hasta ate Dixie pies and imagined his future life.

After receiving the first week's salary from the Bavart Bank, he would hire a butler, a chef, and a maid.

Haley was relieved to see that Hasta was satisfied with the meal. He thought that nobles who were used to eating good things would look down on Dixie pies, which were more common food.

After enjoying lunch, Hasta followed Harley to stroll around the nearby streets until they returned to the bank at nearly 1:30.

Hasta continued to study the book "On the Relationship between Banks and Laws" that he had read in the morning.

At around 3:00 p.m., Harley had someone deliver a dessert and a cup of Marquis black tea.

At 6:00 p.m., Hasta went home from get off work as usual.

For dinner, he chose a lighter vegetable salad, plus a small lamb rib.

Read books at night, and then whip the genie before going to bed.

For six consecutive days, Hasta arrived at Bavar Bank at 8:30 to work, opened the office and started reading, had lunch, and continued to read in the office until he got off work and went home at 6 o'clock.

No matter how he urged Harley in the first five days, Harley would not let him take over the business case. It was not until the sixth day that Harley, who had no choice, got him a business case from half a year ago.

Good guy, the defendant in this business case had been arrested for suspected fraud a month ago, and the relevant follow-up had also ended.

Hasta put the case on the table and rubbed his eyes. He understood Harley's difficulties and did not continue to force him.

However, he would not come to this class for the time being, it was too boring.

It was not worth missing Professor Wayne's lecture for this. Even sitting in the court in the afternoon to observe and study was more interesting than staying here.

The seventh day was a normal rest day, and Hasta would also receive his first weekly salary.