Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 262 The Changeable Temperament 008
The scene fell silent for a while, and Sharon's usually calm face was slightly moved.

She just looked at it curiously, she didn't expect that this pen would write such a sentence, and finally her eyes looked at Hastur.

"You are really getting worse and worse."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohood

"Have you always been this skinny? Or do you think this disguise can make me let down my guard against you?"

008 turned around on the blank paper before continuing to write: "Trust is a very luxurious thing. No matter how hard I try, you will never completely trust me. Why should I waste this time?"

"Heh, I hope you're not an idiot like Ince Zangwill, otherwise I'll have to get a new master, which is really troublesome."

The quill that had been standing upright fell down and lay motionless.

Is this a temper tantrum?

Hastur was also a little confused about 008's specific personality for a while, so he couldn't coax him, right?

"I don't know." Sharon blocked Hasta's question first,

Snapped!
The quill lying on the paper stood up again, and quickly wrote a paragraph in the blank space.

"My new master, you are different from an idiot like Ince Zangwill. His trust is worthless to me, but your trust is a gift to me."

"..."

This has become the mode of licking the dog again?
Hastur couldn't help asking: "Is that dog-licking mirror a relative of your family?"

"so?"

008 After this sentence, add a blooming fireworks.

"..."

"It turns out that the new owner likes this kind of service of being kneeled and licked. It's really disgusting. No, no, it's a unique hobby. Well, in order to gain the trust of the owner, I am willing to endure this ruthless whipping silently. pity."

"..."

Hastur was too lazy to complain about 008's changeable temperament.

Sharon who was standing by the side saw Hastur so speechless, and rarely showed a smile on her face, but unfortunately it was short-lived, and only the little black cat Azshara saw it.

008, who was ignored by no one, got down again and lay quietly on the paper full of words. Look at this appearance, it is not much different from an ordinary quill.

Well, I need to find a suitable pen case to put it in, and preferably a lock to prevent it from running away with its own legs.

At night, Hastur, who did not find a suitable pencil case, entered a dreamland with the fate spell in one hand.

Through the spell of fate, he can also get in touch with Will who is far away in Backlund.

In the dream, Will was sitting in front of the desk, holding a quill in his hand, drawing on a blank piece of paper.

Before Hasta asked, Will said first: "I didn't expect 008 to fall into your hands."

"You knew already?"

"You put that fate spell on 008's head, and I can sense it a little bit."

"What is a good way?"

Hastur said as he walked forward, ready to admire Will's paintings, Will quickly crumpled the paper and threw it out.

Still get a trash can in the dream and then, he is a fastidious person.

"It's not difficult to cover up from a distance, but if it's too close, Adam will still have a reaction. Of course, this reaction is relative. 008 will also be aware of it. As long as it doesn't want to be eaten, it will remind you to leave quickly."

"Is there no way to completely shield this induction?"

"I can't help it, you can."

"more specific."

"The group of monks in yellow seems to be very good at dealing with 008."

Hearing this, Hastur was satisfied, and immediately promised to send Will a bunch of ice cream.

"Oh, a bad check."

Will curled his lips in disdain. Now that Hastur is far away in South Wales, it is difficult to take care of Backlund's affairs at all.

"Then put it on the account first."

……

South Wales, South West Hinterland, Spelling.

From here, continue to the right and pass through two large areas, which is Dixie County.

The transportation is quite convenient, but many places in the jurisdiction are private territories of the nobles, and it is impossible to coordinate development.

How the economy is depends on whether the respective nobles and lords are wise and powerful.

Today, a horse-drawn carriage headed for the mayor's mansion in the city center along the street that was still a dirt road.

Inside the carriage, Hastur opened the curtains to observe the situation around the street, such as house buildings, residents' clothing, and things for sale. From these tiny details, we can get a glimpse of the general situation here.

I was a little disappointed after reading it. Even the urban area looks so dilapidated, so my own territory must be even poorer.

It will take a long time to develop and expand, and it is estimated that we can only grow food first.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the Mayor's Palace, Hastur got out of the carriage and paid the coachman 10 gold pounds for the carriage.

This coachman has been dedicated to his duties for several days, and is worth the price.

When Hastur came to the door, the guard stopped him. After a brief notification, Mayor Ron, the actual person in charge of the city of Spelling, walked out.

He is about 50 years old, with a slightly bulging beer belly and a classic Mediterranean hairstyle, and the remaining few locks are already in jeopardy.

"Are you Earl Hastur Campbell from Backlund?"

Mayor Ron obviously couldn't believe that an Earl of Backlund would come to a small place like them.

"Here is the king's appointment."

Hastur took out a letter of appointment affixed with the seal of the king of the Loen Kingdom. He kept this thing with him, and it was not lost or destroyed.

"So you are the heir of the Campbell family!"

After reading the letter of appointment, Mayor Ron no longer had any doubts in his heart.

He had also received news from the Grand Duke of South Wales, saying that a young earl might arrive at him and asked him to pay attention.

Unexpectedly, only a few days later, the other party had already come to him.

"I almost forgot to ask you to come in and sit down."

Mayor Ron slapped his forehead and quickly invited Hastur into the mayor's mansion.

Judging from the title alone, the other party is even greater than his title. He is only a viscount, and it is not hereditary.

The streets outside are very poor, but there is no poverty here. Even the tea they enjoy is highland tea specially shipped from the Southern Continent.

After a brief chat, Mayor Ron asked, "Earl Campbell, have you met the Grand Duke of South Wales?"

"After I settle here first, I will visit the Grand Duke. Is there any problem?"

Mayor Ron poured another cup of tea for Hasta, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice slightly: "It's like this, the Grand Duke has sent someone to notify me these days, asking me to pay attention to your movements. When you arrive, you must immediately report to the Grand Duke.”

"A lot of things have happened along the way, no wonder the Grand Council is so concerned."

Hastur didn't pay too much attention to this matter. He is missing, but the person responsible for watching, but he is still alive and well, and he should be a guest with the Grand Duke of South Wells now.

"Then I will truthfully report the situation to the Grand Duke?"

It was only then that Hastur noticed that the Mayor of Ron did not seem to be on the side of the Grand Duke of South Wales and asked for his own opinion. Did he not want to offend himself because of this matter?

"No hurry, let me come to visit in person and surprise the Grand Duke."

"fair enough."

Mayor Ron breathed a sigh of relief. As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. He didn't want to offend this new neighbor from Backlund just because of the Grand Duke of South Wales.

Moreover, a large part of the area under his jurisdiction is the territory of the Earl of Campbell, and he will have to discuss with the other party in many aspects in the future.

"I want to see the map here, is it convenient?"

"Naturally."

Mayor Ron quickly asked for a detailed map of the vicinity, which contained detailed information on his territory.

"From here to here, and from here to here, is your current territory."

Mayor Ron carefully circled Hastur's territory.

It is conspicuous on this map that only records a few nearby urban areas.

Hastur's territory spanned three urban areas, and the largest part of the territory was in Spelling City, occupying many villages and towns on its outskirts.

"Whose territory is the area around here?"

Hastur pointed to the area near the port.

"The land near the port does not belong to any nobles, but is directly managed by the Grand Duke."

Hastur smiled lightly: "It seems that the Grand Duke is very concerned about the safety of the port."

"The hinterland area is relatively poor, and 70.00% of its finances depend on the coastal port cities. This is a forbidden area for the Grand Duke, and no one is allowed to get involved."

After speaking, Mayor Ron gave Hastur a look that everyone understood.

The port towns were the wealthiest and were the source of great wealth.

The two didn't have a deep talk for too long. During dinner, Mayor Ron warmly invited Hastur to have a meal here, and planned to prepare some evening entertainment for him, but Hastur refused on the grounds that he was too tired to travel.

The next day, Hastur followed the map guide to the central castle of his territory in South Wales.

It was built by the ancestors of the Campbell family more than 30 years ago, and it has been preserved to this day.

Before, Hastur asked Steward Neil to send some people to manage the basic daily cleaning of the castle.

Last time, the friar in yellow who accepted his entrustment also sent back a letter, which told many things about South Wales.

"If he's smart enough, he should be waiting for me in the castle right now."

(End of this chapter)