Mystery: The Return of the Stars

"Do you know the identity of the person in the secret?" Sharon could tell that Hastur had something on his mind.

"It's just a guess. I wonder what Miss Sharon knows about the aurora?"

"Crazy people, a bunch of crazy people, crazy people who don't want their lives."

"..."

It's an apt description. It seems that Miss Sharon has also dealt with people from the Aurora Society.

Hasta said with a wry smile: "Yes, they are all a group of lunatics, and I may have provoked them."

"You are a noble. It will be safer if you are in the city."

"Has Ms. Sharon heard of Mr. A?"

Sharon nodded, her expression becoming more solemn. There were not many places where Backlund had extraordinary gatherings. She had heard other extraordinary people mention the extraordinary gathering organized by Mr. A, and it had a pretty good reputation.

"I attended an extraordinary party held by Mr. A..."

Hastur did not hide anything and told everything about his participation in that extraordinary party, focusing on the fact that Mr. A was inexplicably optimistic about him.

Sharon listened quietly and gave her own judgment: "Perhaps you have characteristics that you don't understand yet, and only people related to you can see them."

Is this really the case?

Hastur sighed. He had also made this guess before, but he felt it was a bit unreliable. After all, apart from the Palace of Stars, he should have no other special place.

Based on the specifications of the Palace of Stars, it is obviously not possible for Mr. A to see through it. At least he has to have a King of Angels to get to know each other face to face before he can feel the existence of the Palace of Stars.

"If there is something special about you that he values, then he won't attack you easily. You are still safe for now."

"maybe."

Being targeted by a crazy person like Mr. A, Hasta did not dare to bet that the other party would always deal with the problem calmly.

What if Mr. A suddenly goes crazy or comes to find him on a whim?

Sharon thought for a while but said nothing. Her situation in Backlund was not very good either, so the scene became quiet for a while.

The wood in the campfire crackled, and the silence was not broken until Maric's return.

"Sharon, you're here too."

"Tonight is such a good day."

"1,000 gold pounds per person, noble money is easy to make!"

Maric was very happy to give 1,000 gold pounds to Hasta, which was a check representing 1,000 gold pounds.

A thin piece of paper, but it has a very heavy weight.

Hasta carefully took the check, glanced at the expressionless Sharon, coughed lightly and said: "Miss Sharon, if you hadn't held the battle for us tonight, Maric and I would have been in danger. This 1,000 gold Half of your reward is in the pound."

Sharon's eyes lit up, she didn't speak, she just nodded calmly.

"..."

Maric looked stunned. Finally, after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm also willing to pay half of the reward!"

"Um."

Sharon narrowed her eyes and nodded calmly.

Hasta, who had been secretly paying attention to Sharon's expression, smiled secretly in his heart. He clearly noticed that Miss Sharon's breathing became a little faster for a moment.

She didn't even have to ask for it, but she could get a huge reward of 1,000 gold pounds, and she didn't even do anything to the other party, so she got a huge sum of money in vain.

This made Sharon look at Hastur a little more kindly.

She knew that Hastur did this because, firstly, she sincerely thanked her for blocking Mr. A for him tonight, and secondly, she wanted to give herself a favor.

"If you need help, you can ask Maric to notify me."

Sharon thought for a moment and made a commitment.

Hasta smiled and said: "Okay, thank you Miss Sharon."

"What happened?"

Maric stared blankly at the scene in front of him. He always felt that something was wrong with these two people.

…

A week later.

At the lake, a new cabin built of wood was built. The small wooden cabin had two windows and one door. People would not feel bored at all inside.

In front of the door of the wooden house, there are two bamboo poles with a pole crossing them, with more than a dozen fish hanging from them.

Outside the door, Hastur sat on a piece of bluestone, using earthworms as bait and patiently fishing in the watery lake.

Also acting as a fisherman like him is Maric and his zombie team.

Although living zombies are not very intelligent, their unparalleled patience makes them good fishermen.

In the two fishing competitions that have been held, Maric's zombie team won both times.

Hastur leisurely enjoyed the beautiful time alone in nature, but secretly sighed in his heart that such a barbarian performance was still a bit lacking.

During this period of time, he tried his best not to use modern tools and lived here in a more primitive way. He also built a small wooden house on a whim.

But the barbarian's magic potion digestion speed is not fast, even a little slow.

This made him realize that it would be very difficult for him to digest the barbarian potion through such a performance.

I need to find new ways to play.

He once again summarized the barbarian playing rules and felt that his current situation was that he did not interact with the rules and order.

Living in the wild all the time can only make you a savage, not a savage.

The true barbarian shows his disobedient, rebellious and rebellious side when faced with the inherent rules and order.

To successfully play as a barbarian, you need the help of rules and order.

Only in downtown Backlund, in crowded places, and in aristocratic circles, the stricter the rules and order, the faster the barbarians can digest the potion.

Still have to go back.

Hasta sighed and flicked his hand, and a crucian carp weighing about two kilograms was caught and was struggling.

"Your harvest today is not as good as mine."

Maric smiled and patted the fish basket beside him, which was simply woven with bamboo strips. There were already seven or eight big fish in it.

"I have to let you go once in a while, otherwise it would be too boring to win against you all the time, and it would make me lose any sense of accomplishment."

"Tsk, tsk, my skills are not good, but my tone is not bad."

"You can't even compare to your own living corpse, so you have the nerve to mock me?"

While he was talking, a group of zombies all turned around and stared at Maric, seeming to agree with Hastur's words, which made Maric embarrassed.

"Just the two of us, within one hour, let's see who can catch more fish."

Maric said, pouring all the fish in the fish basket into the lake.

There were too many fish caught recently, and it was impossible for him and Hasta to finish them all.

"Come, let me show you how powerful the fishing master is."

Faced with such an invitation to fight, Hastur had no reason to refuse.

Just as the bet between the two was about to begin, Butler Neil hurriedly came through the dense forest path.

Maric swung the fishing rod, knowing that today's bet was a no-win.

"What happened? Is it another invitation from Earl Richard?" Hastur slowly put away the fishing rod and fishing line.

In the past few days, Earl Richard had been trying to invite his neighbor to sit at his manor. After being declined, he offered to visit him many times.

Regarding this generous earl, Hastur does not want the other party to know his identity for the time being, and who knows if his so-called master has met him in his dream recently.

"There are two letters, one from Mr. Greco and one from Lecturer Foulen of Backlund University. They are very urgent."

"Let me see."

Hastur took the two letters handed over by Butler Neil, placed one on his lap, and opened the other.

There was nothing serious about Greco's letter. It just asked him what he had been busy with recently and why he hadn't come back yet.

At the same time, he was informed that his working week at Bavart Bank had been increased, from £10 to £15 per week.

Hasta had just received a huge sum of 500 gold pounds not long ago, and he was already somewhat immune to this salary increase.

Put away Gleick's letter, and then open Lecturer Foren's letter.

The letter is long, but has only one main message.

Professor Wayne went to the Sunrise Workhouse and disappeared. There has been no news for three days and he needs to seek his help.

Hastur's face was solemn, he stood up and told Butler Neil to go back and prepare the carriage. He wanted to go back immediately.

"Is something really big happening?" Maric cast a curious look.

"Well, it's indeed quite big. Are you interested in following me to the Sunrise Workhouse in the dock area?"

Hastur issued an invitation, and with Maric at his side, it would be easier and safer to solve the workhouse issues.

If the matter hadn't been too urgent, he would have really wanted to teach Professor Wayne a lesson.

If he insists on going to the almshouse, he has already told him that it is not a good place, and the deputy dean Bard is not a good person either.

Well now, this time it is really missing.

"Okay, I am idle, but I have to arrange my guys first."

Maric nodded in agreement and watched Hasta leave.

After spending this time together, the two of them have become more and more friendly, and he will not refuse anything he can help.

Soon, Hastur was riding alone in the carriage.

He had already told Maric the destination this time, and Maric would go there in his own way. The two made an appointment to meet at a tavern in the dock area.

As for Lecturer Foulen, others are already waiting at the workhouse.

"I didn't expect to have to go to the workhouse again."

Hastur has always been wary of the Sunrise Workhouse. The last time he visited the workhouse, he noticed something weird there.

It's just that at that time, he was just a Sequence 9 lawyer. He didn't have much ability to protect himself and didn't dare to investigate too deeply.

This time with Maric as his companion, and his Sequence 8 self, he should be able to completely solve all the problems in the workhouse.

Hastur slowly closed his eyes and began to deduce in his mind the various possibilities of the abnormality in the workhouse.

According to the news he received, Dean Dahn, who escaped into the secret passage, was dead, holding a box of gold coins in his arms when he died.

After investigation, the police believed that Dean Dahn was too afraid of being scared to death. He did not believe this statement.

Dean Dahn is most likely to be silenced, just like old Jeff before. They all died because they knew too many secrets.

The person who can do all this behind the scenes is most likely Vice Dean Bard.

And Dean Dahn’s dream about planting gold coins and growing a golden tree may have a deeper meaning.

If you plant gold coins, a golden tree will grow, but if you plant a child, what will it eventually grow into?

Just thinking about it makes people's scalp numb.