Mystery: The Return of the Stars

For example, the classic sentence: The taste of witches is really good.

It comes from Roselle's personal experience. The style of Intis and the absurdity between the nobles are fully reflected in Roselle.

If there is a chance in the future, Hasta is also going to write a diary full of the famous saying that the taste of witches is really good.

It is estimated that it will bring a great shock to the young Mr. Fool.

Hasta just thought about it, and it was difficult to hide the smile on the corners of his mouth. He could already imagine Klein's disgusted and helpless expression.

These are all things for the future. For now, it is better to stop here and continue to imitate when necessary.

Hasta thought about it, blew the ink on the copy of Roselle's diary, and then took out the original manuscript left by Roselle and put it on the table for comparison.

Well, his handwriting is much better than Roselle's, and you can tell it's a copy at a glance.

But for Miss Audrey, the difference between the two is not big, as long as there is content that fills a piece of paper.

When she went to Sefirah Castle for a meeting, she just remembered the shapes of these words and wrote them in her own handwriting, which had nothing to do with her.

After confirming that there were no omissions, Hasta put the imitation of Roselle's diary on the top and locked them together in the drawer.

Having completed a big task, Hasta looked at the time, went to the bathroom to take a bath, and then went back to the room to rest.

The next day until eight o'clock in the evening, Audrey had not come to share her experience with Roselle's diary, which made Hasta a little disappointed.

Instead, Sharon appeared in his study, which made him feel much better instantly.

This time, Sharon was still hiding in the mirror, and Hasta could only sit on the sofa opposite to communicate with her.

Hasta regretted putting a sofa in front of the mirror.

If she hadn't been so well prepared, Miss Sharon should have chatted with him face to face, instead of hiding in the mirror and only hearing the voice.

"The people of the Rose School have left Backlund. Maric and I will need to go out for a while."

"How can I contact you when something happens?"

"You can contact me by writing a letter."

Hasta pretended that he didn't quite understand what he meant, and asked curiously: "I don't know where you are, so how can I send the letter to you?"

In the mirror, Sharon showed her figure, staring at Hasta with her blue eyes, without exposing his half-hearted acting.

Reaching out and throwing a copper whistle to Hasta from the mirror, she said calmly: "You are already a Sequence 8 barbarian, and you have mastered psychic vision. As long as you blow this copper whistle, you can summon my own spiritual messenger. Write the letter and give it directly to it, and it will automatically bring the letter to me."

It's been a long time since I said such a long content at once.

Sharon glanced at Hasta, who coughed guiltily and pretended that he had fully understood.

Acting, you always have to act the whole set.

"It's so convenient. I also want to summon a messenger of my own."

Facing Hasta's undisguised thoughts, Sharon knew that he was waiting for her to take the initiative to teach him how to summon a messenger.

"There will be a chance in the future."

"..."

Hasta was stunned for a moment and blinked. Wasn't her thoughts obvious enough?

Sharon pretended not to see Hasta's gesture and said lightly: "Your sequence is too low now. Wait until you are promoted to Sequence 7."

"Sharon, you have also learned bad things now."

"I learned it from you."

"..."

Hasta sighed. Who made him not act seriously just now?

"Before trying to summon a messenger, you'd better learn some relevant knowledge. Be careful and don't make mistakes." Sharon still kindly reminded.

Although the ritual of summoning a messenger from the spirit world is not complicated, there are always some unlucky people who encounter uncontrollable accidents, leading to tragedies.

"I'm not very familiar with this aspect. I need an extraordinary person who is proficient in this aspect to teach me."

"You can go and ask Maric."

After speaking, Sharon's figure disappeared from the mirror.

"..."

Hasta opened his spiritual vision and scanned the area, and found that Sharon had completely left.

"You should have told me not to tell the truth at the beginning."

Hasta smiled helplessly.

He still knew about the knowledge of summoning spirit world messengers, but he didn't want to try it now.

Firstly, among the people he knew, only Sharon needed to be contacted, and the messenger was not very useful.

Secondly, he was worried about causing unnecessary changes.

Klein had Sefirah Castle, so he could attract an angel to be his messenger.

He also had the Star Hall, which was no less powerful than Sefirah Castle. Once the summoning ceremony was held, something might come.

With his current Sequence 8 strength, he could not suppress possible accidents.

If he summoned a malicious spirit world messenger, he only needed to punch him, and he would probably say goodbye to this world.

It would be better to wait until he was promoted to the middle sequence before trying to summon a messenger. Well, this was also because he was afraid that summoning a messenger that was too powerful would scare Miss Sharon.

In this regard, he was still very considerate.

Hastur thought a lot, stood up and walked to the window, opened it and let in some fresh air.

Tonight, Backlund was still shrouded in the light of the crimson moon, and the stars in the sky were emitting faint and dense light.

After looking at the stars for a while, Hastur couldn't help but think of the Hall of Stars.

If the gaze of the outer god in the starry sky can directly penetrate the initial barrier, then is the gaze of the king in yellow staring in his direction?

He is using a commanding bird's eye view, watching himself step by step into the script he has written.

It was like he was sitting in the palace of stars, looking at the djinn from a bird's eye view.

"Each star represents an alien god..."

Hastur somewhat understood how Luo Ji felt when he raised his head and looked up at the stars in the dark forest, having just understood the laws of the dark forest.

Fear and powerlessness.

It was like an ant raising its head and staring at a giant that was far beyond its reach and rival.

Their situation may be worse than that of ants.

After all, the ants still have a chance to climb on the giants, and they are separated from the stars by a bright starry sky.

Difficult to cross.

“It would be nice to find a star that represents the King in Yellow.”

"This way I can also observe the daily life of the King in Yellow from a bird's eye view."

"It's a pity that every time I get promoted, the stars that light up in the Hall of Stars are not chosen by me."

Hastur thought for a while and closed the window again.

Although this is Queens, you still have to be careful about Mr. A knocking on the window in the middle of the night.

Especially during this time, Mr. A became active again.

…

In the early morning, after breakfast, Hastur took a carriage to a club.

Gordon's Club, which Greco recommended to him, is equivalent to a modern fight club. It mainly allows you to practice some fighting skills.

Although he has been promoted to barbarian for some time, he has not systematically learned any force-generating techniques. Fighting relies purely on brute force.

Although this fits the role of a barbarian, he also has to learn how to protect himself when facing some truly powerful characters.

For example, which part of the body is more deadly to hit, how to dodge when someone punches you, how to counterattack when you are attacked from behind... there is still a lot to learn.

And proper exercise can also tap into the stronger potential of the barbarian body.

The only drawback is that the annual fee for this club is 100 gold pounds, and you need someone to recommend you to join. It is equivalent to an exclusive circle for nobles.

The instructors here are all retired officers from the Kingdom's front lines, and their level is quite high.

Hasta paid the fee and attracted the attention of many people as soon as he entered the club.

Thin, with not much flesh on his arms, and a good-looking charlatan.

This is the first impression most people have of him.

"I've obviously grown a lot during this time."

Hastur felt sorry for himself in his heart.

A tall instructor with a shaved head and exposed arm muscles took the initiative to introduce Hasta to the basic situation of the club.

Members enjoy high rights here and can freely choose an instructor to teach them. They can change it at any time if they feel it is not suitable.

Every time you come to exercise, it is a one-on-one service, and there will not be a situation where one instructor teaches many members at the same time.

In addition to fighting courses, there are also firearms courses here. Basically all the firearms in the Kingdom of Loen are available here, with unlimited bullets and no additional payment required.

As for basic things like drinks and food, they are all provided by the club for free.

In addition, there are many other conveniences, but Hastur does not understand them in depth.

He directly signed up for two courses, one in fighting and one in firearms.

As for using equipment to exercise his own muscles, he really has no idea.

He is very satisfied with his current body and does not need to develop into a muscular man.

The person responsible for teaching him is called Instructor Hyman, codenamed Moray.

From his own introduction, he is like an eel in the sea.

On the surface, it looks like a delicious ordinary eel, but it is actually an electric eel with powerful attacks.

Moray eel, cough, Instructor Heyman's teaching is very strict, and at first glance, it is a style that has been trained in the military for many years.

Hastur's basic skills are very poor, so this kind of basic teaching suits him very well.

After practicing for half an hour, Instructor Heyman asked Hasta to stop and rest first.

He looked around him and said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be so thin and weak, but your basic physical fitness is still very good."

"I'm not naturally very fat, so I have a lean physique."

Hastur found a random excuse to cover up his problem with the strong physique of a barbarian.

In the end, in order not to attract other people's attention, he only practiced for an hour and then went to practice the firearms event.