Mystery: The Return of the Stars

Boom!

Late at night, the dock area roared.

The sound was loud, as if thunder had descended, constantly hitting the sea.

Hasta woke up from his sleep, and after a while, he got up and got out of bed, turned on the brightest light, walked to the window, opened the window, and looked towards the dock area with a serious face.

The weather was very good tonight, and the light of the crimson moon fell, covering the houses around with a thin light red blanket.

But in the distance, there seemed to be dark clouds gathering in the sky in the direction of the dock area, and muffled thunder exploded, which made people's hearts beat and it was difficult to fall asleep.

It seemed that there was thunder and rain in the dock area.

But Hasta understood that this phenomenon was not unusual.

That was the vision caused by the high-sequence strongmen fighting. His spirituality was trembling slightly, as if reminding him not to approach that place.

Did Bernadette fight with the people of the Rose School?

Maybe more than that, the wind and thunder were so swift, maybe the people of the Storm Church had already gone to join the battle.

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

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

Hasta was a little worried about the current situation of Sharon and Maric. The high-sequence masters of the Rose School might cause corresponding changes in the pathway.

The auras of Sharon and Maric might not be concealed anymore.

As long as one demigod master noticed them, it would be a fierce battle.

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

After watching the battle silently for a while, Hasta found that the battle in the dock area tonight was not too intense, and the battle might be on the sea.

Hasta watched for a while, and could only see the black clouds and lightning constantly entwined and flashing, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

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

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

Unusual wind!

A sense of déjà vu!

Hasta sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly took two quick steps, holding a cane, and at the same time drew out the sword from the cane, staring at the window with a bad look.

The strong wind was still howling, like a normal natural phenomenon.

Hasta did not go forward to close the window, and remained vigilant, while retreating to the door.

He was thinking quickly about what rules should be made to ensure his 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 see the figure outside clearly.

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

Only his eyes were particularly eye-catching, with eagerness in his eyes, looking at everything around him unscrupulously.

Mr. A!

The first name that came to Hasta's mind!

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

It is estimated that the night watchmen 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 that Mr. A did not speak, he just stared at him, as if he was admiring a piece of excellent porcelain.

Hasta had retreated to the door. Once Mr. A made any unusual movements, he could immediately break out of the door and shout for help.

If it really didn't work, he would shout the name of the Lord of the Storm.

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

"Mr. A, long time no see, is there anything for you to visit late at night?"

Hasta felt that he needed to say hello first, after all, Mr. A had already shown goodwill last time.

Although that goodwill gift was a bit creepy.

"You are really extraordinary."

Mr. A spoke, his tone was calm and there was no madness or irritability at all.

"I'm just an ordinary little noble."

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

"..."

Hasta was unable to answer. He was so nervous that he forgot this point, so that Mr. A caught the flaw in his words.

By the way, isn't Mr. A crazy about beauty?

How come he speaks with reason and evidence?

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

This is nonsense, and Hasta himself doesn't believe it.

"So that's how it is. You are really talented."

"..."

Hasta was stunned again. He didn't know what level Mr. A's IQ was at. He would even believe such an obvious lie.

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

Hasta laughed, hoping to get over the topic.

"I came here to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Would you like to join us?"

"...I am already a believer of the Goddess of Night."

Hasta declined again. He couldn't guess Mr. A's intention at all. How could he choose to join the Aurora Club?

"The night has never protected you."

Mr. A's words were bold but seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"I will not easily waver in my faith."

"Maybe."

Mr. A looked at Hasta deeply, then rode away in a gust of wind, and closed the window.

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

"Huh..."

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

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

This is too strange. Even if Mr. A is really crazy, he would not behave like this, right?

He came late at night just to ask if he wants to join the Aurora Society?

Is he so keen on preaching?

Hasta is confident in his appearance, but isn't his appearance enough to make Mr. A do such a thing?

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

The goddess of the night has never protected him, so has the real creator ever protected him?

This is not a joke.

Wait a minute, the protection of the real creator?

Hasta's heart was inexplicably moved, and he frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't remember which existence the original owner prayed to when he held the resurrection ceremony.

It seemed that part of the memory of that night was erased.

Otherwise, with his memory, it was impossible for him to not remember such critical information.

Could it be that the original owner held the resurrection ceremony to pray to the real creator?

Moreover, the real creator also provided the original owner with some protection?

Impossible?

Hasta's heart was full of waves, which was more exciting than Mr. A coming to the door tonight!

The original owner was just an ordinary person who had not even entered the extraordinary world. Even if he prayed to the real creator, he would most likely go crazy directly, and a small probability would be directly dead.

It was impossible to attract the attention of the real creator, let alone obtain His protection!

It must be that he was suspicious of Mr. A's appearance, so he made random guesses.

Hasta took a few deep breaths again, and slowly calmed down his irritable mood.

Looking at the lamp that was constantly emitting bright light, Hasta chose to keep it on.

He walked to the bed, put the sword in the staff in a place where he could easily take it, and then lay down on the bed.

After being disturbed by Mr. A, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Alas, if this goes on, I don't know if Mr. A is crazy, but I will definitely go crazy."

"Is it Mr. A's real purpose to make himself crazy? Wow, Mr. A is really shrewd!"

"I still have 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 to visit in the middle of the night."

Hasta's reverie continued until he fell asleep at dawn.

But he didn't sleep for long before he was awakened by the knocking of the maid outside the door.

He yawned and stayed in bed for more than ten minutes before getting up.

He went to the bathroom to wash up and take a bath, and then he felt refreshed.

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

Hasta originally wanted to interview these new maids and workers in person, but he felt it was too much trouble, so he finally handed all these matters over to Butler Neil.

Now that the family affairs are on the right track, even if a few malicious termites appear, it doesn't matter much.

He only needs to find a time and make a rule to make them all show up.

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

He needed to go to the Hillston District to find someone to decorate his law firm.

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

For these things, he originally wanted to ask Lecturer Follen for help, but Lecturer Follen was busy with lectures recently and had 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 order, Hasta had to do the work himself.

When he was busy in the afternoon, Manager Harley heard that he was going to open a law firm here, and deliberately passed by here to take a look.

"You guys are usually not busy in the afternoon, right?"

"If there are no customers, it's usually pretty quiet."

"It's good to be idle."

Hasta's face was full of smiles, and then Manager Harley helped here until 7pm before leaving get off work.