Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 13 Chains of Order Integrating into the Spine

It is top-heavy, and the head is like a paste, which may be completely cured after shaking.

This is Hastur's most intuitive feeling at the moment. He stood up with his arms on the desk, walked out of the door with his arms on the wall, and staggered back to his bedroom.

"If I knew it, I wouldn't be in a hurry to whip the lamp god."

Hastur smiled wryly and collapsed on the soft quilt.

Before entering the Hall of Stars through the ceremony in the state of the astral body, a lot of spiritual power has been wasted. In addition to the changes caused by the formulation of a new rule, it basically consumes seven or eight.

He also had to smoke the Djinn again, causing his spiritual power to be overloaded, his head was as heavy as mercury, and the pain was unbearable.

But without that whip, he would feel incomplete.

Tsk, you should smoke or you have to smoke.

Hastur thought about it for a while, then fell asleep.

The next day, the morning sun shone through the screened window, dyed her blond hair, and almost blinded Hastur's eyes.

He covered his eyes with his right hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and checked the time, it was already 43:[-].

This was the last morning he woke up.

"It's a new day, it's time to get up and work hard!"

After muttering, he turned over, buried his head in the quilt, and rested for another ten minutes before slowly getting up.

After washing, he came to a large mirror and took off his shirt, revealing his smooth back.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the picture presented in the mirror, from the back of his head down the spine a little bit, and finally stopped at the tailbone.

He didn't notice any obvious changes in his spine, and he couldn't see the slightest trace of the chain of order.

"Is it necessary to turn on the spirit vision to see the different changes?"

With a thought, Hastur stretched out his right middle finger and thumb and rubbed it lightly three times.

When the Spirit Vision was turned on, the surface of the mirror seemed to have a circle of ripples, and on the vaguely smooth back, the spine exuded a light blue pattern that was difficult to see clearly, as if there really was a chain of order perfectly integrated with the spine.

"There really is a chain of order!"

Although Hastur had expected it, he was still surprised.

The rules formulated by the Hall of Stars can really affect reality!

I just don't know what kind of ability such a chain of order can provide me. Is it specially used to bind the enemy?
Cough, it should be said to specifically limit the enemy's mobility.

Wait until you meet a suitable enemy in the future, and then try its abilities.

After admiring it for a while, Hastur frowned. The abnormality of the spine is so obvious after turning on the spirit vision. Isn't it easy for people to find something wrong?

As long as you are not a fool, you will know something is wrong when you see the spine glowing.

Turning on the spirit vision to look at others is a subconscious behavior of many Extraordinary people when they come into contact with people, and it is very common.

Can the traces of the chain of order be hidden?

As soon as the idea of ​​Hastur appeared, the light blue chain of order pattern on the spine was completely integrated into the spine, and there was no abnormality at all.

"That's about it."

Hastur was very pleased with the result.

Put on your jacket again, tidy up your appearance, and then close the doors and windows to go out.

As for breakfast?
It's already 10:30, of course we have to wait until noon to eat together.

Taking that little energy and not having to cook and wash dishes, he would only choose the latter.

When I arrived at Backlund University, it was around eleven o'clock. The Hastato asked Professor Wayne if he was free to give lectures in the afternoon. If he didn't have time, he would go to the Queens District of Backlund. , and then arrive at the gate of the court at the right time.

Backlund University's lunch is as good as ever and cheap.

After dinner, I went for a walk to digest the food, and then I waited for the reply from Professor Wayne that he had no time for private teaching in the afternoon.

The Queen.

A small group of the most powerful people in Backlund gathered together. The King's Avenue passed through, and it was very close to St. Samuel's Church, which was the real political center.

The Campbell family originally lived in Queens, and owned more than one set of properties here. Unfortunately, under the hard work of Voltaire Campbell, those properties were lost one by one.

In the end, all the houses in the Queens District were lost, and the family moved to the second-class West District. He also lost only one house in the West District. He is a real prodigal son.

Once again set foot in Queens, Hasta couldn't help feeling the prosperity, luxury, style and the reality that no disheveled people appear here.

After all, the nobles are kind-hearted and cannot tolerate the suffering of the poor.

There have also been many beggars who wanted to come to Queens to ask for some money to make a living. They really got their wish, and they could get dozens of pounds, or even hundreds of pounds, in a day's work.

Then, at night, they were beaten to death and robbed of all the money, and their bodies were thrown directly into the Tussock River.

After all, the nobles are kind-hearted and cannot tolerate the suffering of the poor.

Hey, he is also a nobleman himself...

It was a complicated mood.

Oh, and he's poor now too...

The mood is more complicated...

Hastur was daydreaming while walking on the Kingdom Avenue admiring the scenery on both sides.

In addition to the commendable big houses here, the shops are also more distinctive than other places.

Clothes are sold from this street to that street, jewelry is sold from here to there, and gemstones are sold in that area...

Hastur just passed by the gate outside the shop and didn't go in to take a look. He was just familiarizing himself with the terrain, and he would use it someday if he didn't have it all.

After shopping for two hours, it was almost time for the court session, so he hired a carriage and left Queens.

When the steady voice of Mr. Justice sounded in the court, Hastur came out from the corner, walked into the gate, and sat in the corner of the last row.

Well, very good, Mrs. Gemani didn't come today.

Hastur was in a good mood and listened carefully to today's case.

Apart from catching a ship of pirates and sentencing them, there is nothing new.

After the court session, Hastur was the first to get up, dodged to avoid going out, hired a carriage, and left in dust, all in one go.

"Phew, perfect."

Hastur sat in the carriage, shook his head and laughed, then lifted the curtain and looked at the street scene outside.

From the corner of the eye, I vaguely saw a familiar figure, one of the strong men behind the previous fraudster Andrew.

The strong man's eyes were not friendly, and when he saw his gaze passing by, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and avoid his gaze.

There must be something odd!
"It should be Andrew who sent him to monitor me, hehe, I really don't give up."

Hastur put down the curtain, his face became more solemn, and he tapped the bottom of the carriage with his cane, thinking about countermeasures.

Since the other party is unwilling to give up, he will naturally take action.

Back in the West District, before entering the gate of his house, Hastur was keenly aware of the eyes looking at him in the dark.

He looked as usual, took out the key to open the door, and then closed the door.

The other party was more daring than he thought, and had already sent someone to monitor his door. It was estimated that the other party would take action by tomorrow night at the latest.

Although the law and order in the west area is good, it is impossible to monitor this area all the time, and there are always times of negligence.

Hastur went up to the second floor while thinking, came to the study, sat at the desk, took out two blank envelopes, and began to write.

In the first letter, he was going to write to Grelint, explaining to him that Andrew's group of people came to him a few days ago to cheat and failed, and he became angry and wanted to deal with his own affairs, asking him to put some pressure on the police station stationed in the West District.

In the second letter, he directly wrote a report letter to the local police station, saying that Andrew's group was trying to bully a nobleman, the words in the letter were fierce, and he asked them to send someone to protect him secretly.

After writing the letter and stuffing it into the envelope, in order to prevent other accidents, Hastur went out again.

He hired a carriage and went to Grelint's house, but he didn't go in. He just asked the butler who happened to be at the door to deliver the letter to Grelint, and at the same time asked him to send another letter to the police station in the West District.

After doing this, Hastur hired a carriage to take a stroll around, and then returned to his home.

This round trip not only wasted a lot of his time, but also cost him 1 soli and 4 pence!

Let him, who was not rich at all, become poorer.

"When Andrew is caught, he must double the compensation for my loss."

"Attempt to bully a nobleman, shouldn't you pay for it?"

Hastur snorted softly, picked up a kitchen knife and chopped a piece of celery, and cut a whole piece of beef beef into thin slices. He was going to make a tender fried beef.

At night, Hastur closed the bedroom door tightly, and went to the study next door to make a bed on the floor.

Well, this is to avoid unnecessary trouble, and now he doesn't want to fight desperately with a group of desperate strong men.

Time passed by little by little, and it was around two o'clock in the middle of the night. On the first floor, which was originally quiet, there was the sound of windows being carefully smashed open.

Did it come?
Hastur, who was meditating to refresh his mind, opened his eyes immediately, and picked up a boning knife specially used for boning.

The blade is slender and sharp, and it is suitable for wielding, which is much easier to use than a clumsy walking stick.

(End of this chapter)