Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 258 Ince Zangwill's Misfortune

During the time when Miss Sharon was carried with him, Hastur kept thinking about a problem.

For so many days, Miss Sharon has been staying in the mirror. Doesn't she need to solve her personal physical problems?

He knew that Sharon's current sequence was a wraith, but her essence was still a human body, right?
Human beings cannot photosynthesize. According to the law of energy conservation, um, she also needs to replenish energy and nutrition regularly, right?
He could only think about this question silently in his heart, so as not to do such a stupid thing as asking face to face.

If the target was Maric, Hastur wouldn't worry so much, maybe he would still be interested in doing an autopsy.

"Back to you."

As soon as Sharon came out of the mirror, she handed Hastur a spell densely covered with various distorted time lines.

This is when the Black Emperor was approaching the ferry, and Hastur specially handed it to her, saying that it only needs to be carried on the body to cover up her related fate and make her hide in the mirror more safely.

Things really developed as Hastur predicted. She who hid in the mirror did not hide from the perception of the king of the five seas. Even if she hid herself on Hastur for a few days, her whereabouts were still missing. exposed.

This thing is too precious.

Hastur did not take the fate talisman, but put it back into Sharon's palm, and said with a smile: "I told you before when I handed it over to you that this fate talisman is equivalent to Your employment expenses to accompany me to South Wales."

"I'm not that valuable."

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to my employer to decide."

"No."

"Then I can extend the employment time until you think it is enough to repay the value of this fate spell."

"..."

"With this fate spell on your body, you can do some things more conveniently, and it will be more difficult for the indulgent faction of the Rose School of Thought to find you."

Seeing that Sharon was still hesitating, Hastur added this sentence again.

"it is good."

In the end, Sharon put away the fate spell. It was very useful to her. With her resentful soul ability, it could fool many high-sequence powerhouses.

"Miss Sharon, do you need something to eat tonight to supplement your nutrition?"

"Well, I don't want to eat fish for now."

"At this point, Azshara is also the same. It needs to eat some vegetables recently to get a balanced nutrition. It is now a few kilograms heavier than when it just left Backlund."

"Meow?"

Azshara's eyes widened, and she looked down at her slender figure, obviously thinner than at home!

"Don't look, your belly is about to fall off."

Hastur rubbed Azshara's belly a few times, then handed Azshara to Sharon, and he went downstairs to order something to eat in the room.

Sharon hugged Azshara, went to the chair by the window and sat down, lowered her head to help Azshara carefully smooth the black and beautiful hair messed up by Hastur.

"Meow?"

Azshara licked Sharon's finger, looked up at her slightly.

Sharon didn't speak, and her expression was much gentler than before, as if ice had melted into water in her eyes, flowing past.

Downstairs, Hasta ordered the menu, and wanted to go back to the room and wait, but happened to hear people here talking about the coastal defense issue in South Wales.

They don't have the guts to ask them to make suggestions to the current Grand Duke of South Wales, but they still have the courage to stay here and use a little wine to give advice, and they are very big.

While some of their proposals are half-baked, there are good points.

Hastur listened quietly for a while, and asked the boss here for a map of South Wales.

There are only a few place names superficially marked on this map, without even a rough outline.

The boss explained the reason to him in a low voice. The more detailed the map is, the less likely it is to sell it. It is more convenient to find a live map directly.

He asked about relevant candidates, and the boss recommended someone to him with a smile.

Hastur paid the boss a gold pound consulting fee, and the boss recommended another person to him with a smile.

This time, Hastur did not give him another gold pound, and left under the boss's astonished and remorseful eyes.

Back in the room, several dishes ordered have been delivered.

Snapped.

Hastur slapped Azshara's little paw that was sneaking towards the dried fish, and smiled and picked two green spinach for it.

"Meow?"

Azshara's eyes widened, and Hastur picked another broccoli for it.

Azshara was so angry that she waved her cat's paw, jumped off the table, and landed on Sharon's lap, lying on her stomach with her eyes closed, showing the heroic spirit of a hunger strike.

"It's not good to be picky eaters, is it, Miss Sharon."

Hastur smiled and added a spoonful of diced carrots to Sharon, and then silently put a piece of tender beef ribs on his dinner plate under Sharon's indifferent eyes.

In the port in the evening, the setting sun just hangs over the sea in the distance, and the soft sea breeze brings wet and heavy water vapor, which is very comfortable on people's faces.

Right now is the busiest time for dock workers, and the boats that go out to sea for fishing are constantly returning.

Hastur hugged Azshara, followed by Sharon, and was walking through the street, heading for the clothing store here.

The dozens of sets of clothes, walking sticks and other daily necessities brought out from Backlund were all lost in the explosion of the steam train.

The things purchased again were crushed into powder by the king of the five seas in the cabin of the ferry.

Two hours later, the setting sun had disappeared, and the crimson moon began to emerge.

Hastur and Sharon just came out of the clothing store. Hastur was carrying a suitcase in one hand, and even Sharon was carrying a suitcase.

Azshara, who was not hugged, lay on Hastur's right shoulder, secretly thankful.

Fortunately, all the clothes I customized for the New Year have been burned, so I don't need to wear those things that restrict my body.

It doesn't understand its master and Miss Sharon, why does it have to wear clothes?

……

At night, on the dark and lightless sea, the tide surged, smashing the rays of the crimson moon.

In the increasingly strong tide, two empty oak barrels were tied side by side with ropes and floated unsteadily on the surface of the sea.

On top of the two oak barrels, Ince Zangwill lay on his face with a tired face. His skin, which was not fair at first, had already been soaked in the sea, and his fingers and toes were bald.

The clothes and hair on his body have not been dried for a moment.

Fortunately, he has seen a beacon of hope.

Not far away, a tall lighthouse is guiding the direction of the ships that have not yet returned.

Ince Zangwill raised his head slightly, revealing a forced smile.

His unfortunate fate finally ushered in a turning point.

The last time he fought against the King of the Five Seas, he used 008's ability to weave scripts to attract two powerful creatures from the spirit world, and finally successfully escaped from the spirit world in the melee.

His foothold was the vast sea, and he fell into the sea as soon as he left the spirit world, so he had to swim hard, trying to stay away from it.

Fortunately, there was an oak barrel scattered on the sea surface, so after swimming for a long time, he finally had a labor-saving tool.

But just one oak barrel is not enough, he can only hold it with both hands, half lying on it, and the lower body still has to be immersed in the sea water.

And without a paddling tool, he can only move forward in the direction of the ocean current.

Fortunately, on the third day, he picked up another oak barrel on the surface of the sea, and finally he was able to separate his lower body from the sea water.

Although the posture of lying on two oak barrels like a toad is very indecent, it is already the most comfortable way for him.

He also used 008 to write a script where a ship happened to pass by and rescued him from the sea.

However, the script he was waiting for has not been staged, and he can only keep floating on the sea.

He knew that 008 deliberately wanted to take this opportunity to kill him.

He is not in complete condition, and he can't compete with 008 for the ability to write scripts at all. He can only reluctantly fight, trying not to let 008 take this opportunity to write himself to death.

He also thought about traveling through the spirit world to get out of the current predicament, but the two attracted spirit world creatures stayed nearby.

Rather than returning to the spirit world, it is safer to stay in the real world. Although the situation is difficult, it is not life-threatening.

As an Extraordinary, his physique has been strengthened to a certain extent during promotions, otherwise he would definitely not be able to withstand the sun during the day and the waves are heavy at night.

Fortunately, fate did not abandon him all the time. Following the ocean currents, he was not drawn into uninhabited seas, but was about to arrive at a port with a watchtower.

In the middle of the night, Ince Zangwill had come to a place 500 meters away from the coastline, but the raging waves could not send him ashore, but kept pushing him away, making him drift farther and farther on the oak barrel.

At this time, he had no choice but to abandon his savior, who had been with him for several days, adopt the primitive swimming method, struggling to fight against the back and forth waves.

Unfortunately, his perseverance has no audience.

When the sun began to rise at the place where the sea and the sky meet in the distance, the raging waves returned to calm.

Ince Zangwill was finally able to swim to the beach, and he felt the urge to cry for a moment. It turns out that the feeling of stepping on the ground is so beautiful.

Reluctantly leaving the sea-soaked beach and coming to a higher place, he stopped his hard steps, his exhausted body lay on his back on the beach, his chest was heaving and heaving, panting heavily.

Ince Zangwill tilted his head slightly, looking at the orange-yellow sun, with a satisfied smile showing the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

On the shoreline, Hastur pushed open the windows facing the sea, letting in the rays of the nascent sun.

Sharon, who rested in front of the mirror for a night, also came out of the mirror, picked up Azshara who was lazily lying on the bed, and went to the window to enjoy the splendid beauty of the sea and sky.

"Good morning, Miss Sharon."

Hastur's head poked out from the window of the next room, smiling and greeting him.

"Mr Hastur, good morning."

The sun hit Sharon's face, as if showing a faint smile.

(End of this chapter)