Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 1 The Traveler, Hastur Campbell
Fluffy blond hair slightly curled up, light blue eyes, delicate facial features as sharp as a knife, a slightly immature face, and a slender and well-proportioned figure. This is a young man who is both handsome and young.

His face was pale and bloodless, his forehead was sweating, and his body was trembling slightly. He looked as if he had just escaped a catastrophe.

Sure enough, I have crossed over.

Russell looked at the face in the mirror that was completely different from his own, and sighed heavily.

It's just that when he woke up, he became another person, a poor boy who just died in a mysterious incident.

After a violent brainstorm, he panted heavily, completely accepting the memory of this body.

Hastur Campbell, the name of the real owner of this body.

He is a down-and-out nobleman who lives in the west area of ​​Ruenbeckland. This year was just now, and yesterday was his birthday.

Last night, he returned to his room, closed the door, arranged various materials, and held a mysterious ritual that was said to bring people back from the dead.

He, who hadn't even stepped into the extraordinary starting sequence 9, naturally couldn't complete the ceremony, and he was backlashed by the ceremony, died, and was replaced by Russell.

This is a poor child.

The reason why he took the risk of holding the resurrection ceremony was to bring his mother who had been dead for ten years back to life.

The ancestors of the Campbell family also had a glorious period. His grandfather Dawn Campbell was a member of the House of Lords when he was alive and accumulated a considerable fortune.

But when it came to his father, Voltaire Campbell, because of his gambling and stupidity, he not only successfully lost his status as a member of parliament, but also sold his titles one after another, leaving only one baron status for him to inherit. As for the manor estate It was basically squandered.

It can be called a different world version of rich and noble children.

Facing such a hopeless gambling father, his mother died of depression when he was eight years old.

Fortunately, his father was also exhausted due to alcoholism. When he returned home late, he fell into the river many times, and then passed away. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to live to this age normally.

He was brought up by his loyal old butler, Robert Jones.

And one month before his birthday, the old butler Robert Jones also left him because of his old age and hard work.

Already despairing of the future, with the last little hope, he used all the cash he had left to buy a bunch of mystic materials and try to hold a resurrection ceremony.

If he succeeds, he can reunite with his mother. If he fails, he can also go down to accompany them, so as not to live alone in the world.

In the end he failed.

"May the goddess bless you to find your mother and the old housekeeper in the world of death, and you will never be alone again."

Russell sighed with a serious face, and tapped his fingers four times on his chest, drawing it into a crimson moon.

Yes, the original owner is also a devout follower of the Evernight Goddess.

Russell stared at the person in the mirror, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Although I can't fulfill my wish to resurrect your mother, I will help you restore the glory that belongs to the Campbell family."

"From now on I will be Hastur Campbell."

"Hasta, this name doesn't sound very auspicious..."

Hastur frowned slightly. In such a world where occultism is flourishing and mysterious events occur frequently, it is either too hearty or too ignorant to have the same name as the king in yellow.

According to the stereotype of Voltaire Campbell in his memory, taking such a name should belong to the latter.

In this mysterious world, there should be no such old god as the king in yellow, right?
Hastur was baffled and looked around.

The mysterious world is already full of dangers, and there are pits everywhere. If I have anything to do with the king in yellow, I will basically not live for long.

But now, he can only live as Hasta Campbell, even if there is a pitfall, it is his unavoidable fate.

Gollum, Gollum...

Hastur lowered his head, looking awkwardly at the source of the sound, his stomach was protesting, after all, he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since last night.

Alas, compared to the king in yellow that may appear in the future, the current hunger situation is more urgent.

Life is not easy, Hastur sighed.

Before leaving the room, Hastur first cleaned up the things in the room after the failed ceremony, wrapped some scrapped or useless materials with a few newspapers, then walked to the window, opened the two closed windows, and passed Take a breath.

In the distance, tall chimneys stand tall and black smoke is constantly coming out. On both sides near the chimneys are a row of continuous townhouses. The streets there are full of stalls selling things, and pedestrians stop and buy some food from time to time. with daily necessities.

Compared with the quiet and petty bourgeoisie in the West District, the life there is obviously lighter and much more lively.

Woo!Woo!
A siren sound echoed on the platform, and the steam train as huge as a monster dragged more than 20 carriages across various platforms.

Backlund, the capital of Loen, has nicknames such as the Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals and the Land of Hope, and it is also the metropolis with the most clouds and dragons.

Ever since Hasta received the memory of the original owner, he has realized that he has traveled to the world of "Lord of the Mysteries", and the timeline is several months ahead of Zhou Mingrui.

Stopping to appreciate the local conditions and customs of Backlund for a while, the violent surge of hunger made Hastur no longer want to delay.

Although the scenery is good, the stomach is more important.

Because the original owner had dismissed all the servants in advance, the three-story building was quiet at the moment, only the sound of his footsteps on the floor.

The third floor is the floor where Voltaire Campbell lived alone. There are three bedrooms, two living rooms, two cloakrooms, a sun room, a study room, four bathrooms, and a large balcony.

The second floor is where Hasta and the old butler live. In addition to these two bedrooms, there are four more rooms for guests to live in, one living room, one cloakroom, four bathrooms, two study rooms, and a medium-sized balcony.

On the first floor at the bottom, there is a large living room, two kitchens, two dining rooms of different sizes, three bathrooms, and four servant rooms for servants to rest.

There is also a sizeable garden, as well as stables, storage rooms, basement and more.

It is the only remaining property of the Campbell family.

Originally, Voltaire Campbell also wanted to sell this building and change to a smaller one, but the old housekeeper tried his best to stop him.

It is said that this is the last dignity of the Campbell family, and it cannot be sold anymore, and as a nobleman, there must always be a suitable place to communicate with other nobles.

The old butler also used the excuse of keeping the Campbell family decent, and helped Hasta leave a large manor in the suburbs for entertainment and enjoyment, as well as a plantation for growing cotton and vineyards.

These three estates were the last fig leafs of the Campbell family, and the little property that the old steward tried to preserve for Hastur.

A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse!
These three properties are all owned by the Campbell family, unlike some poor god who still needs to rely on rent to maintain their appearance.

But compared to the real nobles, this is quite poor, almost on the verge of bankruptcy.

If Hastur doesn't live up to it, Ruen will never have the noble surname of Campbell in the future.

Hastur went downstairs, through the large living room, to the kitchen on the right.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dazzling array of kitchen utensils and all kinds of condiments. As for vegetables, meat, melons and fruits, there are no such things. The only thing that can be eaten is two pounds of oatmeal bread on the table.

"It's a good thing it's not unpalatable black bread."

Hastur breathed a sigh of relief. If he ate that kind of food, he didn't think his stomach could stand it.

He walked to the stove, took a kettle to make a pot of water, turned on the gas, and prepared to boil the water, add some honey, and serve it with oatmeal bread for breakfast.

gollum...

Hunger came again, and Hastur could not wait patiently for the water to boil, so he pulled up a chair and sat at the table, tearing a small piece of oatmeal bread with his hands and eating.

It does have a strong wheat aroma, and it tastes soft, but the sweetness is average.

Well, he is a firm sweetie. He only eats sweet tofu nao and insists on not touching salty tofu nao. He also likes to eat a series of sweet snacks such as puffs, pastries, and white rabbit toffee.

But there is a saying that is good, when you are hungry enough, everything is delicious.

Before he knew it, Hastur had eaten a third of a pound of oat bread, and his mouth was dry and he was choking.

Fortunately, the water has boiled.

Go to the condiment area, find a jar of honey that hasn't been used much, bring a bowl, squeeze a spoonful with a spoon, and then brew and stir with boiling water.

After letting it cool down a bit, I blew along the side of the bowl and took a small sip. After confirming that it would not burn my mouth, I drank it in a big gulp. At the same time, I ate another third pound of oatmeal bread with honey water.

After eating and drinking, Hastur leaned on the seat satisfied, stroked his swollen belly with his right hand, and burped, put his left hand on the table, and tapped his fingers on the table in turn.

He should also think about what he is going to do next.

(End of this chapter)