Mystery: The Return of the Stars

"No malicious prying is allowed here!"

Inside the carriage, Hastur faced the carriage and formulated the next rule.

Although Sharon was hiding in the mirror at the moment, it didn't mean she was safe.

People from the Rose School may still be looking for Sharon, and he needs to make some preparations in advance.

It's safer to make a rule first and leave another rule in case you need it.

In the mirror, at such a close distance, Sharon could vaguely notice that the surrounding space seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light of rules, making people unable to help but obey.

Make rules?

Isn’t he a Sequence 8 barbarian?

Sharon just thought about it for a moment and knew that Hastur had many secrets, but she did not disturb him.

Everyone has their own secrets. Respecting other people's secrets is also respecting yourself. This is a little knowledge that you need to remember when walking in an extraordinary world.

As the carriage rumbled forward, Hastur clenched his cane and looked wary.

He could feel that there were malicious eyes looking at this place, but the eyes just glanced past and did not stay here for too long.

But after waiting for a while, that gaze glanced over again, and then moved away again.

Hastur sighed in his heart. On such a rainy night, it was indeed very suspicious for a carriage to appear here for no reason.

Even if he has made a rule against peeping, a person's normal judgment will turn his gaze here.

I hope I can get away with it.

The carriage traveled a certain distance, and that gaze came over again.

At this time, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the carriage driver outside said: "Sir, you have to be careful. On a rainy night like this, it is easy for me to drive over you with the carriage."

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

Snapped!

The carriage driver seemed to have been slapped and did not dare to say anything anymore. The carriage shook slightly.

Then, the carriage door curtain was lifted, and the lights hanging on the top of the carriage gave off a dim light, illuminating the appearance of the visitor.

His face is pale and bloodless, his temperament is sinister, and his eyes reveal a fierce light. Apart from the difference in appearance, he feels similar to Maric in other aspects.

This should also be a Sequence 6 living corpse!

If it really comes to a fight, their side is two against one and has a great chance of winning.

But this can easily attract that Sequence 4 demigod, and the risk factor is too high.

Hasta gathered his thoughts and said: "Sir, if my carriage hit you just now, I am willing to apologize for it and compensate you for some losses."

The man didn't speak. He looked around all the places in the carriage with his eyes. After searching probably three or four times, he looked at Hastur.

"Did you just see a woman wearing a black palace dress?"

"Sir, are you kidding? On a rainy night like this, except for an unlucky person like me, where else would anyone go out, especially a beautifully dressed woman?"

The man leaned in and said coldly: "Did you really not meet a suspicious woman just now?"

"Sir, I was in a hurry to go home, and I didn't even close the carriage curtain. How could I meet other people?"

The man stared at Hastur for a while longer before looking away, lowering the carriage curtain, and walked away under the angry and silent gaze of the carriage driver.

"Lord Baron, this person is too rude. We need to call the police and give him the punishment he deserves. Let him understand that nobles cannot be offended easily."

The coachman's voice was loud, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot just now.

Hasta said with a smile: "Perhaps he was affected by the heavy rain, so he did such a reckless behavior. We should forgive others for the inconvenience."

He asked the coachman not to worry about this trivial matter and promised to give him a bonus after returning.

This is recognition and reward for his work.

The carriage driver said nothing more and continued to drive the carriage toward the West District.

Hastur suggested that the carriage driver pass by the Holy Wind Church later.

Perhaps because he was afraid of the Extraordinaries of the Holy Wind Church, the member of the Rose School never appeared again.

The carriage was able to return to the West End without incident.

After getting out of the car and returning to the house, Hastur was truly relieved.

Upstairs, Maric, who had undergone a simple healing bandage, was waiting anxiously in the study.

After Hastur left, he gradually regained his composure and wanted to slap himself more and more.

Hastur is only Sequence 8. No matter how capable he is, he can't influence the demigod-level Beyonders, right?

Maybe, not only would he not be able to save Sharon, but he might even put himself in danger.

As time went by, this premonition in his heart became stronger.

When there was a knock on the door, Maric immediately stood up from the sofa, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door.

When he saw Hastur standing outside the door, he turned slightly red-eyed, punched Hastur and said, "As long as everything is alright, just come back."

"Well, everything's fine."

Hasta walked into the room with a smile, closed the door, and joked: "Maric, your eyes are red, did you cry just now?"

"...You saw it wrong!"

Maric would not admit that he was too worried just now.

Hasta smiled and said: "About Miss Sharon..."

"It doesn't matter, she will be fine!"

"..."

Hasta paused and then said, "What should you do if something happens to Miss Sharon?"

"I, I will avenge them!" Maric's eyes changed from confusion to determination.

"But you are only Sequence 6."

"...I will become stronger one day!"

"Are you sure you will be promoted to Sequence 4 and become a demigod?"

"...I believe I can definitely do it in the future!"

Maric almost said this through gritted teeth.

Seeing this, Hastur stopped teasing Maric, took out the small mirror from his arms, and spread it out in the palm of his hand.

"Miss Sharon, you can come out now."

"Um."

There was a wave of ripples on the mirror surface, and Sharon came out like a wisp of smoke, and then returned to her original appearance with Maric's astonished look on her face.

"Sharon, you're okay!"

"Well, he helped me escape from there."

After Maric was overjoyed, he stared at Hasta with flushed cheeks, "How dare you tease me!"

"I just followed your words."

"...Hey, my head hurts so much. I need a good rest."

Maric covered his head, opened the door, and left quickly.

He really couldn't stand the playful glances from Hastur and Sharon.

Sharon said with a slight smile: "If you tease him like this, be careful of getting beaten up by him later."

"It's okay. Maric is a very generous person and won't keep such a small thing in mind."

"That's not certain."

"Didn't you hide and make no sound just now?"

"I didn't hear what you said."

"..."

Hastur looked at Sharon and felt that Sharon was in a good mood tonight.

Sharon suppressed her smile, looked at the hem of her skirt soaked by sewage and rain, frowned slightly and said, "Do you have a change of clothes here?"

"Can I wear a maid outfit?"

"..."

Sharon was stunned for a while, then finally turned sideways and nodded slightly.

This was not because Hastur wanted to tease Sharon, but what he was wearing here matched Sharon's outfit, and indeed only the maid outfit was left.

"I'll have someone bring it to you right now."

Hastur stood up and left the room, asking a maid to fetch a maid outfit that she had not yet worn.

He glanced at it and saw it was a classic black and white model.

After delivering the maid uniform to Sharon, Hastur introduced the bathroom here to her, and dispersed the nearby maids to prevent them from disturbing her.

To solve Sharon's little trouble, Hasta smelled his own smell. It did have a bit of a peculiar smell, and his hair was also wet.

After saying hello to Maric, he also went to the bathroom to take a bath.

When Hastur came out of the bathroom and came to the study, Maric was the only one there, and Sharon was nowhere to be seen.

May have left early.

Hastur felt a pity that he had not seen Sharon put on the maid uniform.

Maric, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't wait to ask: "How did you save Sharon from a demigod?"

"Of course I have to use my wisdom. I don't have the strength to compete with a demigod."

Hastur told him how he went to the Holy Wind Church to seek help, and how he contacted Sharon and avoided the member of the Rose School.

Maric listened silently, and finally sighed: "You must be very good at using the power of wisdom."

"I am weak, so I can only rely on my wisdom. I also want to push through it all the way."

Maric thought for a moment and said worriedly: "Will Holy Wind Church come to trouble you?"

"Interrogations should be inevitable. Don't worry about anything else. I am still a baron no matter what. As long as I don't commit treason and commit any bad deeds, the church can't do anything to me."

The Kingdom of Loen has always been very active in protecting the nobles. Even the church cannot easily break the rules that have been established.

Furthermore, he also helped the Holy Wind Church point out the traces of a Rose School demigod. As long as he is caught, it will be a political achievement. It should be able to offset the merits and demerits, right?

After chatting for a while, Hastur asked Maric to rest early.

Now, it's already past four o'clock in the night.

After Maric left, Hasta was also about to leave. He came to the door, thought for a while, and then walked to the mirror.

He probed: "Miss Sharon, are you still here? Or have you left?"

There was no response. Hastur waited patiently for a while, and saw shallow ripples on the smooth mirror surface.

Sharon flashed past in a maid outfit.

"This suit suits you very well."

Hastur smiled, turned and left, his steps brisk.

It's raining really well tonight.