Mystery: The Return of the Stars

When it comes to Duke Negan's family, Maric's expression also shudders. It is difficult for ordinary people or extraordinary people to wait calmly for this top powerful family.

The other party may not have high-sequence experts at home, but they can invite powerful Beyonders at any time if they want.

In a place like Backlund, even if you really invite an angel, you might not be able to do it.

Maric sighed: "You nobles are so rich, no wonder the workers below are getting worse and worse. A year of hard work is not as much as the cost of your one-night banquet."

This question is difficult for Hastur to answer. No matter which dynasty it is, as long as there are people enjoying life above, there will definitely be people working hard below.

Isn't it just someone who rides on someone else's head?

He is a nobleman, and will become a great nobleman. Faced with such harsh social structural problems, unless the tide of the times has arrived, it will be difficult for him to go to the opposite side of his own class.

"Don't worry, I don't hate the rich and powerful that much. I just think your life is too good and makes people jealous."

Maric smiled and dropped the topic, turning to talk about what he had discovered in the depths of the jungle these past few days.

The Spiritual Religion Group, the Path of Death!

The first instinct in Hastur's mind was the Spiritual Cult from the Southern Continent.

The Death Path naturally restrains undead creatures such as living zombies. They don't need too high a sequence to easily take away the living zombie team that Maric has carefully cultivated.

Fortunately, Maric didn't take any risks, otherwise he would have suffered a big loss.

"Is it far from here?" Hastur asked the most critical question.

"It's quite far away. It's relatively close to that Earl's manor. If something changes, they will be the ones who encounter the unexpected."

"That's good."

Hastur breathed a sigh of relief. There was no threat here for the time being, so he didn't need to deal with it in a hurry.

After collecting conclusive evidence, just report it directly to the Church of the Night Goddess and ask them to send someone to solve it.

"Don't you want to go and have a look?"

"A noble should not put himself in danger." Hastur said seriously.

"Is this what Emperor Russell said?"

"……maybe."

Hastur did not want to discuss Emperor Russell's famous sayings with Maric, and instead asked if it was necessary to arrange a room for him in the manor.

"No, I can't worry about my friends."

Facing the unknown situation, Maric did not dare to stay too far away from his living corpse.

Hastur chatted with Maric for a few more words and then returned to the manor.

It was time for him to plan on living a savage life.

Tomorrow I will go into the mountains in the name of hunting, and then find an excuse to stay alone in the forest to camp.

With Maric nearby, safety should still be guaranteed.

Late at night, Hastur entered the palace of stars on the newly made big bed.

After testing the Mother Tree of Desire last time, he stopped this dangerous move. He always felt that the Mother Tree of Desire had already tied his pocket, waiting for him to get in.

It is better to wait until he has formulated the second rule and then find an opportunity to test it.

He also felt that he was too crazy for a Sequence 8 to dare to test an alien god like this.

But he didn't dare to invite the Mother Tree of Desire to a meeting without testing it first, even if it was just a clone of his consciousness.

After thinking for a while, Hastur focused on the second rule.

During this period of time, he has determined the general content of the second rule, which is to allow himself to always be able to glimpse the most correct destiny in the chaotic and disorderly destiny as much as possible.

What is the right destiny?

The destiny that is most beneficial to you.

Equivalent to when doing multiple-choice questions, it can always choose the answer that meets its needs.

Of course, the fate that is most beneficial to him is not necessarily the best fate. This requires him to use some language to avoid and modify it as much as possible.

Finally he wrote down this rule:

"Under the gaze of the stars, Hastur Campbell, a traveler from another world, the last heir of the Campbell family.

He is the darling of fate, and good luck always accompanies him throughout his life; he is the exception to fate, and will not be arranged by any existence; he is the wise man of fate, and can always glimpse in advance the fate that will have a major impact on him.

This rule is fair and reasonable and will not change due to any external factors! "

When this rule about destiny was printed on the Chain of Order, the starlight in the Palace of Stars gathered like a sea and poured into the Chain of Order.

As the light blue starlight lines spread, Hastur knew that the rule he had formulated had successfully taken effect.

As the starlight patterns continued to be completed, the sea of ​​starlight gradually dispersed, and the entire star palace seemed to be enveloped with an indescribable aura of destiny.

Hastur quietly felt the changes in the Palace of Stars, and had a new understanding of the two words "stars" in his heart.

Maybe the stars really do contain it all.

A new rule, let yourself be involved in the path of destiny, and become the darling, exception, and wise man of destiny.

So when you make your next rule, can you include the path of the sun and the path of the night?

This is somewhat similar to the authority of a visionary, but not the same.

Utopians transform illusion into reality through fantasy, similar to creating things out of thin air.

This ability of the Palace of Stars is essentially an application of rules, but this kind of rules is more advanced and seems to include everything.

To use a simple example, water is poisonous.

The power of a visionary is to imagine poisonous water and replace non-toxic water, so that the truth that water is poisonous is accepted by people.

The Hall of Stars directly formulates a rule that water is poisonous, and from then on non-toxic water becomes highly poisonous, and then everyone obeys and recognizes this rule.

Similarly, some rules that contradict common sense can be formulated, such as: stones are soft, sugar is bitter, children are born by men...

Hasta quietly pondered all the possibilities about the Hall of Stars.

Although these speculations are only based on his existing cognition, they may not be correct, and may even be completely wrong, but they can open his mind and clear a little bit of fog.

While Hasta was thinking, the second chain of order flew in front of Hasta, and the top touched Hasta's forehead. The familiar feeling surged again, making him groan.

This time, it did not rush straight from the forehead to the back of the head, but merged into his eyes.

He seemed to see that a chain of order merged into his eyes, and his eyes began to emit the same light as starlight.

Is this going to form an eye that can spy on fate?

Hasta had some guesses in his mind. Among all the organs in the body, there is no doubt that the eyes are the most compatible with fate.

When he was formulating the new rules just now, he also emphasized the ability to spy on fate. Only the eyes are suitable for carrying this change.

Last time it was integrated into the spine, this time it was integrated into the eyes, and next time it will be integrated into which part of his body?

If he formulates a rule related to the pharmacist path, wouldn’t it be...

Ahem, I can’t think about it, I’m not that guy Greylint.

Hasta put away his thoughts and gradually adapted to this change.

Soon, everything in the Hall of Stars returned to normal, and the second chain of order fell quietly on Hasta’s right side.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

Hasta tapped the table with his fingers, looking at the star where the Mother Tree of Desire was, with a thoughtful look.

After thinking for a while, he decided to try it to see if he could spy on the corresponding fate.

"What kind of future will happen if the Mother Tree of Desire is brought to the Hall of Stars for a meeting now?"

Hasta silently repeated it three times in his heart, and then slowly closed his eyes.

There was a large area of ​​darkness in front of him, and then he fell into eternal silence, as if everything was forbidden at this moment.

Suddenly, a picture flashed by at high speed, breaking the silence of the darkness.

Hastur suddenly opened his eyes and felt a headache, as if his head was pierced by needles. This was a manifestation of a large consumption of spiritual power.

If he were in the real world, his brain would definitely be blown up directly. It would cost enough to spy on fate.

Being in the Hall of Stars, because of the role of the rules, he could be largely exempted from this kind of damage.

After a short rest, Hastur recalled the picture he had just seen.

Although it was just a quick glance, he still saw the general content of the picture.

In the Hall of Stars, he sat with the Mother Tree of Desire and the God of Lamp to have a meeting.

The God of Lamp sat at the end, and the Mother Tree of Desire sat at the nearest position to his left.

The picture looked quite harmonious, but I didn't know if anything happened before and after.

This was a painting that was equivalent to freezing a corner of future fate.

I don't know the cause, I don't know the result.

It can only be interpreted and thought by the people who see this painting.

Hasta thought about it carefully for a while and felt that this picture was a harmonious and friendly performance, representing a good future.

"No hurry, wait until the next time we call the lamp god for a meeting, we can test his reaction a little bit, or maybe we can directly pull the mother tree of desire in front of him."

Hasta thought about various possibilities quietly, until the headache was too much to bear, and then he left the Hall of Stars.

The next day, Hasta went to the dense forest behind the manor to hunt and relax according to his original plan.

As night fell, he proposed to camp in the dense forest with his friends, and asked Maric to send two zombies to act as his camping partners, in order to dispel the concerns and worries of Butler Neil.

Without outsiders present, Hasta breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was much more relaxed. Regardless of the elegant image of the nobles, he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, took off his shoes, rolled up his trouser legs, and prepared to go to the lake to catch a few fish to grill.

Maric came out from the depths of the jungle, saw this scene, was stunned, and joked: "You have been a noble for a while, do you want to be a savage for once?"

"When you are in nature, you should liberate your mind and adapt to nature, so that you can experience the beauty of nature."

Hasta did not even turn his head, and grasped a wooden stick with a sharp head, and stabbed a big fish that was spitting bubbles.

The force was full, the clear water was rippling, but it was a pity that the aim was a little off.

Hasta was not in a hurry, after searching for a while, he aimed at the next fish.

"Liberate your mind? You are obviously just playing around, right?"

"Shh, you scared my fish away again."

"It's obviously your own poor fishing skills!"

"Tsk, if you can do it, come and stop talking."

"..."

At this moment, Maric felt that the elegant and noble image of Hasta in his mind was completely shattered.