Mystery: The Return of the Stars

June 28, Thursday.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Hasta got up from the bed, stretched, washed, and went downstairs to eat.

Maric and Sharon didn't like dealing with people like Butler Neil, so they didn't come down to eat. Not eating for a few days didn't have any effect on them.

After breakfast, Hasta asked Butler Neil to send someone to buy two or three sets of Gothic clothes for Sharon.

I can't let Sharon wear a maid outfit all the time, although it's quite interesting.

But Sharon in a maid outfit won't appear in front of me.

In the study, Maric's injuries have improved a lot after a night's rest.

The zombie sequence has a strong recovery ability. As long as the head is not cut off, it is difficult to really die.

Hasta talked with Maric for about half an hour, and Sharon, who changed into new clothes, finally appeared in the mirror.

Maric was surprised and said, "Sharon, I thought you left last night."

"It will be safer here." Sharon replied briefly.

Hasta said, "You guys just stay here for now, and wait until the group of people from the Rose School leave before you go back."

"Well, OK." Sharon nodded and disappeared into the mirror.

Hasta was curious about how Sharon could heal herself hiding in the mirror?

Maric explained to him, "The wraiths are a very special kind of existence. No matter how badly their bodies are injured, as long as their spirituality is not lost, their bodies will gradually recover as their spirituality recovers."

It's similar to nourishing the body with spirituality.

Hasta made a simple analogy in his mind.

The two chatted for a while, and Butler Neil came to knock on the door, saying that people from the Holy Wind Church came to visit.

Hasta understood that they came for what happened last night.

He had been prepared for this matter and was not panicked.

"You should be careful."

"Don't worry, I know how to get rid of them."

Hasta walked out of the room and asked Butler Neil to prepare 500 gold pounds before slowly going downstairs.

The people who came to visit today were led by the bishop from last night, accompanied by two priests.

Hastur politely asked them to sit down and asked the maid to prepare tea and snacks.

After a few pleasantries, Bishop Ron directly explained his purpose.

"Baron Campbell, I hope you can give the church a reasonable explanation for your behavior last night."

Hastur did not hide anything and said directly: "I have recently met two friends. They are from the Temperance School of the Rose School. One of my friends was injured by the group of rats last night and came to seek my help. I am just an ordinary person and cannot fight against the group of rats. I can only seek help from the church on the way. With your power, I can clear the rats in Backlund and save my other friend at the same time."

On the way?

Bishop Ron's eyelids twitched, but he still said politely: "I want to see your friends."

"Unfortunately, they left this morning and are estimated to have left Backlund now."

Bishop Ron did not believe Hasta's words, but he did not dwell on this issue. He emphasized his tone and said: "Baron Campbell, when you deal with those people in the future, you must be careful not to be deceived by them."

Hasta smiled and said: "Thank you Bishop Ron for your reminder. I will definitely keep it in mind."

When the two chatted for a while, Butler Neil sent 500 gold pounds at the right time.

Hasta smiled and said: "This meager donation is difficult to express my gratitude to the church. I hope Bishop Ron will not refuse it."

"The gods will not refuse any devout believer."

"Through what happened last night, I also believe that the gods have been protecting us."

Hasta's respectful tone made Bishop Ron very useful.

"Yes, the gods are everywhere, and He is always watching us." Bishop Ron spoke devoutly.

"I wonder if the rats were completely eliminated last night?"

"Under the majesty of the storm, they were scared and ran away."

"Praise the storm."

Hasta understood that the battle last night was not very fierce, but more of a statement of the attitude of the Holy Wind Church.

Before leaving, Bishop Ron gave Hasta a few more instructions before leaving with 500 gold pounds.

As for what happened last night, it has been covered in one stroke.

That's 500 gold pounds.

Hasta felt a little distressed. The last time he and Maric rescued Earl Richard, each of them only received 1,000 gold pounds.

However, 500 gold pounds can invite a demigod to help, which is quite worthwhile.

If it weren't for the demigod of the Holy Wind Church who took action last night, Sharon would never have been able to leave safely.

Hasta sat in the hall for a long time again, until he finished two cups of Marquis black tea and confirmed that no one from the Holy Wind Church was watching here, he got up and went upstairs.

In the study, Maric and Sharon found it a little incredible to see Hasta come back so soon.

"Did you just send the people from the Holy Wind Church away?"

"You haven't done anything wrong, and I'm a baron after all. They're just here for routine work."

Hasta thought, Bishop Roen came so soon, could he be urging me to fulfill my promise to donate 500 gold pounds last night?

"In Roen, nobles enjoy privileges." Maric was quite emotional.

Hasta corrected him, "No matter which country, nobles are a group of people who enjoy privileges."

Maric was silent.

Sharon appeared in the mirror and asked about the performance of Holy Wind Church last night.

"No one was caught, but the other party didn't dare to show up blatantly again."

The Holy Wind Church only dispatched one demigod, and its intimidating power was far greater than a real battle.

Sharon nodded, hesitated and said, "There seems to be some incongruity on the third floor here."

Hastur was silent for a while, then said with a smile: "Ignore it, just pretend it doesn't exist."

Before he figured it out, he didn't want to go to the third floor and come into contact with the so-called things involving fate.

God knows whether this change is good or bad.

For him now, everything is gradually going on the right track.

There is really no need to take risks unless it is really necessary and there is no choice.

"What's the trouble?" Maric's expression became serious.

"You should be fine if you ignore it."

After Hastur finished speaking, he looked at Sharon and told her not to explore the issues on the third floor out of curiosity.

"What exactly is there on the third floor?"

Hasta's performance made Maric more and more curious.

Sharon said calmly: "There is no way to avoid it after all. If we don't deal with it, it may cause even greater trouble."

"You may be right to worry, but I'm planning to move recently."

Hastur smiled and revealed that he was about to move to Queens.

Maric was very envious of this. The Queens District was the area where the real Loen nobles lived. If they lived there, no one from the Rose School would dare to cause trouble at will.

Seeing that Hastur had left the topic on the third floor undisturbed, Sharon did not continue to ask further questions.

But she had a feeling that Hastur would definitely go to the third floor in the future, as if this was his inevitable fate.

Destiny, even if she was about to be promoted to a high level, it would be difficult to understand the word destiny. Even her teacher probably did not expect that the Rose School would become like this.

"Relax, you should believe in my luck."

Seeing that Sharon seemed still worried about the third floor issue, Hastur smiled and offered some guidance.

He is the darling of fate, the exception of fate, and the wise man of fate.

Sharon stared at Hastur for a while, nodded, and disappeared from the mirror.

…

At night, several decorative lanterns were hung on the balcony. Hasta sat here drinking some fruit wine, tasting delicious food, and looking towards Tingen.

Today is June 28, which is also the birthday of Klein.

He still has a good impression of this future Mr. Fool and fellow countryman.

He didn't mind providing some help to the early Klein and rewriting the tragedy of Tingen.

After all, all the gifts given by fate have their prices secretly marked.

No matter how many gifts he gives, Mr. Fool will return as much kindness in the future.

As for how to guide and help Klein, he already had a preliminary idea, and now he was just waiting for Miss Audrey to come to his door.

Hastur raised his wine glass, pointed it towards Tingen, and whispered: "This glass of wine is for your birth, the future Mr. Fool."

…

Tingen.

In mid-air, above the black velvet curtain, a crimson full moon hung high, shining peacefully.

Under the crimson light, inside an ordinary house.

Zhou Mingrui was covering his head, gradually getting used to the severe pain coming from deep inside his head.

After he calmed down and accepted the memory, he looked at a notebook on the desk.

On the yellowed paper, it was written in Hermes: "Everyone will die, including me."