Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 192 On How to Copy Russell's Diary
On the street late at night, as soon as Leonard left the room, he quickly started running wildly.

At this moment, he really understood the true meaning of freedom.

It turns out that having the right to refuse is true freedom.

On the streets where I don’t know what time it is late at night, it’s hard to see any pedestrians, except for occasional glimpses of homeless people who are keeping warm with newspaper groups.

After running for a long distance, Leonard regained his composure a little bit, and began to run in the direction of the nearest Harvest Church.

Only by escaping to a place covered by the power of the church can he truly escape from danger.

The Harvest Church is located in the southern area of ​​the bridge, adjacent to the Backlund Bridge area, and it is currently the fastest place he can find support.

Leonard didn't know how long he had been running, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at the gate of the Harvest Church, out of breath and with weak legs.

He didn't know why Seraphina didn't catch up. The thing he wanted to do most now was to go to the bathroom to wash his embarrassing self, and then lie on the bed and pull the quilt to cover his shameless self. .

When the amiable, burly priest of Harvest Church asked him why he appeared here late at night.

Leonard forced a smile on his face and said, "Because of love."

……

The next day, until the sun was shining brightly in the sky, Leonard stopped a carriage and returned to St. Samuel's Church in the North District.

As soon as he arrived at the church, he was admonished by his captain, telling him not to be late for work because of drinking again.

"No, never again." Leonard shook his head, almost raising his hands to swear.

After all, he still didn't tell the captain about his heart-to-heart conversation with a witch last night.

When he could rest, he returned to his room, and the first thing he did was hide in the bathroom for more than an hour, and then he lay limp on the bed, pulling the quilt over his head.

"Hehe, now you know you have no face to face people?"

Deep in his heart, the old man's gleeful voice sounded on time.

Leonard was ashamed, his cheeks were burning hot, he really wanted to find a small crack in the ground to slip in.

"That's an immortal witch. You didn't rise to the challenge. You simply failed my expectations."

"..."

Leonard really wanted to refute, if you hadn't suddenly revealed Serafina's true identity, he might still be immersed in the taste of a witch.

But such a rebuttal would only make him more ashamed.

Accepting criticism and ridicule silently is the most suitable for me now.

After a while, after the old man's ridicule and cheerful laughter stopped, Leonard adjusted his mentality and finally asked: "Old man, since you already knew Serafina's true identity, why didn't you remind me earlier? "

"Isn't a wonderful encounter with a witch also a wonderful poem?"

"You clearly want to see me make a fool of yourself on purpose!"

"Good, then what?
How could you have come to this point if you weren't interested in others? "

"..."

Leonard was speechless, he thought of many excuses.

But he still couldn't get around himself because of Serafina's beauty, so he lost his usual calm judgment.

Even if the other party is not a witch, with his character, sooner or later he will stumble in this kind of thing.

"Your friend Hastur is wiser than you on this point."

"Hasta? Is he that good at this?" Leonard felt a lot of pressure.

The voice in his heart disappeared, and he did not continue to talk about this topic.

"Ugh……"

Leonard lifted the quilt and sighed heavily. He found that as soon as he closed his eyes, the scene of his heart being dug out by Serafina would appear in his mind.

What's more, Serafina who was doing such a cruel thing was still so beautiful, even though she was chewing her own heart, her lips were covered with fresh blood gushing out of her heart vessels.

She still has a soul-stirring beauty.

……

"How should I reply?"

In the study, Hastur sat in front of the desk, with a letter on his right.

This is a banquet invitation from Mrs. Germany.

Originally, Hastur had always directly refused invitations to such banquets.

Especially since I just witnessed the chaos of Mrs. Gemani's family last time, I don't want to attend this banquet even more.

But this time, Mrs. Gemani wrote a lot of content in the letter, sincerely, saying that she wanted to explain to herself what happened that night in person.

Hastur didn't care about that.

It is also said in the credible that if Hastur does not come to the banquet this time, then she will come to visit directly.

If she avoids seeing her, she will come every day.

This is a useful threat.

But he still didn't plan to go to the banquet. If Mrs. Gemani really kept visiting without regard for face, he could go to the suburban manor for a while to relax.

Just take the hound trained by Grelint to see how its actual hunting ability is, and whether it can catch the eyes of Earl Hall.

After thinking for a while, Hastur began to write on the letter paper: "I thought Mrs. Gemani was a very moral person, different from other noble ladies who only knew how to pursue love and carnal desires."

"I didn't expect that you are gradually becoming a resentful woman. Even through the letter paper, your desire, your greed, and your imperfect image are appearing on the paper."

"I hope you can abandon unnecessary fantasies and actively embrace a new life..."

Hastur wrote a few more lines at the end, counting, this is the longest reply letter he wrote to Mrs. Gemani.

Ask Neil to send this letter to Mrs. Germany, and Hastur put this matter behind him.

Now, holding a pen, he has a strong desire to write, and by the way, he wrote "Pinocchio", which Miss Sharon likes to read.

There were eight or nine sheets of paper, and after about two times of content, Hastur stopped writing, put away the story draft, and then took out a new stack of blank paper.

He was going to forge another batch of Roselle's diaries and sell them to Audrey.

During the recent period, Audrey didn't seem to gain much from looking for Roselle's diary.

He has already asked him twice if there is a new Roselle diary here, and hinted that she will increase the purchase price.

Although Hastur already has a lot of net worth, after purchasing Viscount Abel's land last time, there is not much money left at his disposal.

I just need to make a sum of money to enrich my small coffers.

Anyway, he has basically reached the point of proficiency in imitating Roselle's diary. Except for Roselle himself, outsiders can no longer tell the truth from the fake.

For Roselle's diary, which only needs to be used to make money, Hastur can completely ignore the knowledge density of the content.

On a piece of paper, four romantic affairs of Roselle can be written, plus a little knowledge of mysticism.

In addition to the usefulness of mystic knowledge, the other content is a formatted description.

The specific format is as follows: what month and date, which noble lady, back garden, post-evaluation.

Very simple and clear diary format.

Of course, in addition to the romantic affairs of the noble lady, Hastur was also kind enough to prepare some other small desserts for Roselle.

For example, the aristocrat with a fat belly coveted him, the temptation from the witch, the explosive performance of the song and dance troupe, the melon eaters who witnessed the first scene, etc.

Anyway, it was probably these categories, and Hasta tried to change his tricks so as not to make Roselle's private life too monotonous and boring.

As for the source of mystic knowledge revealed, Mr. Men, Zaratul, Twilight Hermits, Steam Church clergy, etc. can be allowed to perform for free.

Since the almost formulaic format of Roselle's diary came into being, Hasta imitated Roselle's diary more easily and casually.

About an hour later, Hastur shook his sore arm and looked at the twenty or so Roselle diaries on the table with satisfaction.

Based on the price he sold to Audrey, these Roselle diaries could earn him several thousand pounds.

A few thousand gold pounds can be earned in an hour, and tens of thousands of gold pounds can be earned in a day.

He can almost be regarded as realizing his dream of making money every day.

As for Roselle whose reputation has been affected, and Mister Fool who has been polluted by this knowledge, Hastur selectively ignores their emotions.

After all, the shining gold pound was enough to temporarily blind him.

"Thank you for the precious wealth left behind by Emperor Roselle."

"Thank you Mister Fool for pursuing Roselle's diary."

"Thanks to Miss Audrey for her generosity and her current financial situation."

After silently thanking Hastur in his heart, he separated the twenty or so Roselle diaries and put them in the drawer.

Now, he only needs to wait until Audrey comes to buy them, and he can earn a lot of handwork fees.

"Knowledge is wealth."

Hastur sighed with emotion, got up and left the study, went to the side room, and picked up Azshara who was about to pounce.

"Azshara, have you been gluttonous again recently?"

"Meow."

"It's good if you are willing to admit it. The cat food will be halved at night. Do you have any objection?"

"Meow?"

"Okay, I know you have no opinion, then we will happily implement this decision in the future."

"Meow?!"

"You said that you firmly support the decision of halving cat food? Azshara, you are becoming more and more aware of the righteousness, and you know that it saves money for the family."

"Meow……"

Azshara uttered only a feeble meow at last.

(End of this chapter)