Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 224 Azshara: Cats will never bow their heads, unless the little fish is dry
Wednesday, October 1349, 12.

The temperature this year seems to be much colder than previous years, and many places in Backlund have been frozen.

In the early hours of the morning, snowflakes would occasionally fall down, and many nobles in Backlund set off a wave of admiring the snowflakes in the early morning.

When the sky was just getting bright, before the crimson moon completely disappeared, I made a cup of good tea, sat on the balcony of my big house, sipping tea, and admiring the little snow.

"Huh, it's really cold today."

Maric held the hot tea in front of him with one hand, used it to warm his somewhat cold palm, and then drank another glass of wine.

As a living corpse, it is impossible for him to respond to this coldness, but according to his words, he is still a human being, a body of flesh and blood, not an unconscious living corpse.

On this point, Hastur approved of his ideas.

Extraordinary sequence acting is just such a thing, always remember that you are just acting.

Hastur looked at the light snow falling in the shimmering sky, breathed a sigh of relief, drank a cup of hot tea that warmed his stomach, and felt much more comfortable.

This Backlund fashion trend of admiring the snow in the twilight was caused by him.

Perhaps the news that he was going to South Wales was known by Greck and Hibbert. The two of them often invited him to go out for drinking and having fun, and Hastur did not refuse.

It's just that the more times, he felt boring, so he specially invited Greg and Hibbert to drink tea and enjoy the snow at this moment when the sky was bright.

Unexpectedly, as a result of this, a so-called fashion trend gradually set off in the aristocratic circle, claiming that this is only for the aristocrats to enjoy.

"You really enjoy it."

Sharon, who was sitting opposite Hasta, glanced at Hasta with a somewhat complicated look.

At this moment, Hastur was lying sideways on a specially customized soft couch, covered with luxurious and precious white tiger fur, and covered with a delicate embroidered blanket sewn by hand.

On his chest, Azshara was fast asleep on the blanket.

"It's time to enjoy it too. After all, if you leave Backlund in the future, you probably won't have such good material conditions."

Hastur patted Azshara's head while answering Sharon's question.

More than a month has passed since he was promoted to the Baron of Corruption in Sequence 6. During this month, he rarely went out except for invitations from people like Greck, Hibbert, and Grelint.

Basically stay at home every day, doing some extravagant and somewhat depraved things.

He is still groping for ways to spend money and enjoyment, and how to play the role of the corrupt baron faster.

When it comes to corruption, it is generally inseparable from the material enjoyment of eating, drinking and having fun. Of course, it can also be performed spiritually.

Corrupted hearts are also very suitable for this sequence of acting.

"Come on, try this red bean in snow made by three dessert masters."

Hasta warmly entertained Maric and Sharon to taste the food, and he reached out to take a piece of red and white, exquisite and beautiful pastry and put it in his mouth.

If it wasn't for Sharon and Maric, Hastur would probably let the maids take turns to bring him food. He just needs to open his mouth, close his eyes slightly, and enjoy it slowly.

During this period of time, he followed Greck and the others to see the luxurious life of many aristocrats. His level of enjoyment is completely incomparable with others.

"Hasta, you have fallen!"

Maric ate ​​the dessert and let out an indisputable regret.

"Yes, I'm thinking about it. People's life is to enjoy more while they are young. Maric, think about it. When your hair turns gray and your teeth fall out when you get old, do you still have the ability to enjoy a good life?"

"...You are lying."

"There is no more true truth in the world than this. Enjoy yourself in time. This is also a way of life."

"Oh, Hastur, you were not like that before."

While Maric sighed, he finished another bottle of fine wine worth 10 gold pounds and 6 soli.

Sharon's eyes flickered slightly, and she didn't say anything more about Hastur's behavior.

She just couldn't believe it. If she remembered correctly, when she first met Hastur, he was just promoted to Sequence 8 barbarian, right?

Has he been promoted again in half a year?

This speed is very fast, almost catching up with her, which makes her feel a little nervous.

"Miss Sharron, when I leave Backlund and go to the territory of South Wales, would you like to go with me to enjoy the sea view in the south?"

Hastur's sudden words moved Sharon's heart slightly, but she still had a calm expression on her face.

"At this stage, I will not leave Backlund."

"That's right, that's a pity. I still want to experience a truly extraordinary adventure outside with you."

Sharon's thin lips moved slightly, and she stopped what she wanted to say. Her azure eyes looked at the sky outside the balcony, and she said calmly, "The outside world is very dangerous. Backlund is the only shelter we have."

"Backlund isn't necessarily that safe either."

Hastur said something with emotion, then stopped the topic, and said instead: "It seems that during this period of time, I have to hurry up and write a few interesting stories, so that I can leave Miss Sharon to amuse myself."

Sharon originally wanted to say that it is convenient to have a courier, but she didn't say anything in the end, she just watched Xiaoxue outside who was about to end.

Right now is not the coldest time in Backlund, and it won't be until the end of January next year that Backlund will usher in the coldest season.

But in previous years, the coldest time in Backlund was around the current temperature, which means that January next year may break the coldest record in Backlund.

"I'm still looking forward to the heavy snowfall in Backlund. It should be much more beautiful than it is now. With this little snow, it's difficult to even wet people's clothes." Maric interjected.

Hastur smiled and said, "Perhaps this is already the warmest winter in Backlund's days to come."

"No way?"

"I feel the same way." Sharon also spoke.

"Prepare more coats and food, be careful to starve to death in the future."

Hastur said this in a joking tone.

"Heh, I'm a living corpse sequence. It's impossible for me to freeze to death, but a nobleman like you who doesn't work hard is the most likely to end up like this."

"South Wales is much warmer than Backlund. I'm going to escape the cold this time."

Hastur and the three chatted for more than half an hour. The scorching sun had already begun to rise, and the light snow in the sky was also melted into small water droplets by the sun.

Maric and Sharon left, and Azshara also woke up from a deep sleep, licked Hastur's palm, and began to meow in favor.

"Azshara, do you want to customize some new clothes for you?"

"Meow!" Azshara firmly opposed this suggestion!

"Don't be so repulsive, the weather will get colder and colder in the future, your fur is not enough to keep you warm."

"Meow!"

It, Azshara, will not easily compromise on this issue!
If there is a first time for this kind of thing, there will definitely be a second time!

"I can reward you with your favorite dried fish, which is a small whitebait produced in the northernmost sea area of ​​the Fosac Empire."

"Meow?"

"The quantity is very small. If you don't rush to buy it early, you won't be able to taste it when the sea water freezes and the production of small whitebait drops sharply."

"Meow."

Azshara lowered her high head, sometimes it is worth paying a little price for delicious food,
In this regard, Hastur thought of the orcs in Warcraft.

Orcs are never slaves unless they are covered with food.

In Azshara's situation, it should be: cats and cats will never bow their heads, unless they send small dried fish.

……

In Queens District, in a relatively secluded royal manor, in a closed room, the lights were dim, and only two figures stood facing each other.

Mr. A said slowly: "Don't you understand? Our Jiguang will not participate in your operation this time."

"This is what we have agreed on before. I want to know why you suddenly go back on your word."

Standing opposite Mr. A is Pannadia, who is known as the Nightingale of Despair from the Witch Sect.

"Our Aurora Society does not need to explain the reason to you. In short, the previous plan is cancelled. Whether you are willing or not, our Aurora Society will not participate in this matter."

Even in the face of the desperate witch of Sequence 4, Mr. A's tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't care about the other party's demigod status at all.

Panatia sneered and said, "Oh, you, Mr. A, can't decide this matter, right?"

Mr. A just looked at him with pity, as if looking at a clown, he waved his hand and said, "I've finished what I need to say, and I'm not interested in wasting time here with you."

"Is this an oracle from your lord?"

Panatia seemed to have thought of something, and her face changed slightly, but Mr. A didn't answer her at all, and pushed open the window, turning into a gust of wind and going away from the window.

"Will it really be the latest oracle from the true Creator?"

Panatia was a little uncertain, Mr. A's attitude just now was worth her thinking.

"Forget it, let's leave this matter to the Holy Maiden of White to decide."

Panatia walked out of the room and went to the second floor of the manor, in a room at the end of the corridor on the right.

In the room, in front of the dressing table by the window, sat a girl who looked innocent and lovely, gentle and sweet.

She has smooth black hair, a round face, and slender eyes. Her facial features are not outstanding, but when combined, they give people a very comfortable and reassuring feeling.

Panatia glanced at the ring on the girl's finger, and said with a smile, "Triss, you are so good today that you didn't run away while I was chatting with someone."

The girl named Triss didn't speak, but just looked in the mirror at the increasingly unfamiliar face.

Obviously that person was herself, but she just felt very strange, as if it was another person with the same appearance as her.

(End of this chapter)