Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 268 The Birth Vessel of the King in Yellow?
The crimson moon has slipped from the sky, the sporadic starlight is dim, and at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, there is a faint new light brewing.

Nast, who had been observing young people, had a sullen face, and tried to speak in a calm tone, "Meeting unknown people on the sea is often the most frightening. If you come here with good intentions, we can sit down and have a drink and chat. .”

"It's almost dawn."

An unintelligible remark made Nast not know what to answer for a moment, so he could only keep silent, waiting for the other party's next move.

"You're lucky tonight."

Hasta originally planned to take advantage of this last bit of time to come to Nast to test the true strength of his body.

But Bernadette also appeared here, so he didn't want to do anything.

The power of the stars will make Bernadette suspicious, and now is not the time to have a showdown with her.

"??"

Nast had a question mark on his forehead, and he didn't understand the reason for the other party's visit tonight.

But before he could ask any more questions, the whole body of the young man standing in front of him trembled, and the entire Black Emperor sank a little.

When his aura was restrained again, the entire Black Emperor bounced back.

With this retraction and release, the entire Black Emperor began to shake up and down.

Nast tried to suppress the shaking of the Black Emperor, but found it very difficult.

He couldn't help feeling competitive, but the other party had already opened the passage to the spirit world and disappeared.

Bernadette on the Dawn also understood at this moment that the black-haired young man just now was not the uncrowned king.

It is estimated that some old guy came out to pretend to be young.

Bernadette thought of the Pope of the Church of the Eternal Sun that he had met before, who also looked very young.

"I thought you had another guest tonight."

"He only arrived a few seconds earlier than you."

"What a coincidence."

Nast sighed: "There are more and more mysterious figures recently, this sea is no longer our era."

Bernadette chuckled and vetoed his opinion, "You are indeed old, but I am just young."

Nast straightened his back slightly, and said boldly: "Even when I get old, I'm still the king of this sea!"

"It is the change of the times and the law that a new generation replaces the old."

"When the big waves rush for gold, the last ones left are not necessarily young people."

Nast was full of confidence and boldness, which attracted cheers from his crew.

……

On the coast, or on the waking reef.

Mr. A, who has already returned, waited until the sun rose from the end of the sea, and the incarnation of the Lord returned.

"You are very good."

The same tone of approval made Mr. A lower his head even lower, he didn't want the Lord to see his uncontrollable slightly raised mouth.

He humbly opened the lid of the coffin and said respectfully, "Every devout believer is willing to dedicate everything to the Lord."

"Didn't you ever think that you were the special one?"

A light and flirtatious sentence made Mr. A's mind full of thoughts, and he was a little flustered.

When the figure of the Lord disappeared into the coffin, Mr. A closed the lid of the coffin, and drove a carriage he got from somewhere to a small town by the sea.

He had already explored everything in this small town and successfully found a suitable place.

It is suitable to be the place where the Lord rests, and naturally it must be a remote and quiet place, and no unrelated people are allowed to disturb the Lord's deep sleep.

When they came to the habitat, Hastur put an early warning device on the coffin to end this divine descent.

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur held his painful head and glanced at the star where the real Creator was before returning to the real world.

The sun had already spread from the window. Azshara got up early and went out for a walk. When she came back, she saw that her master was still sleeping. She went outside for another walk. When she came back near noon, the person on the bed was still there. in deep sleep.

"Meow?"

Azshara came to the mirror and made a puzzled question.

In the mirror, Sharon showed her figure, looking at Hastur who was still sleeping on the bed, she couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Through the day and night with Hasta during this period, she knows that Hasta is a person with a very regular life, and it is generally not the case that one sleeps for so long.

The depletion of spiritual power is so severe that there is a need for restorative sleep.

This is Sharon's judgment on Hastur's state.

But Hastur slept in bed all night, and didn't even get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Why did he waste his spiritual power?
Another little-known secret.

During this period, Caius knocked on the door once, but seeing that Hastur ignored him, he did not appear again.

Hastur woke up from his deep sleep around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Sit up straight, shake your head, very energetic and sober.

"Meow!"

Azshara rushed over, and Sharon also appeared in the mirror.

"It's okay, I will pay more attention next time."

Hastur thought about what happened last night, and felt that it would be best not to be in a state of divine descent for more than three hours in the future, otherwise he would definitely not be able to get up the next day, which would easily arouse speculation from others.

"Be careful yourself." Sharon reminded, thought for a while and said: "Don't be impatient, things need to be dealt with slowly."

"Well, I see what to do."

Hastur replied with a smile, and turned to ask: "Do you still remember the New Year's gift I promised to give you?"

Sharon looked over, her face was calm, and she didn't speak.

"When things here settle down, I will give you a New Year's gift."

"it is good."

"Okay, it's time for Azshara to get up, I'm going to wash up and eat, and it's time for you to lose weight."

"Meow!"

……

At dinner time, Caius saw Hasta and did not show any abnormal behavior, nor did he ask Hasta why he didn't get up on time for breakfast this morning.

He just took a bunch of handwritten materials and said, "During this time, we will conduct a statistics on all the plantations in your territory, including the idle land and a large amount of land that can be reclaimed."

What a serious and efficient way of handling it.
Hastur was very satisfied with Caius's responsible attitude, even if he didn't remind himself, he knew what to prepare.

"Well done, I will put the information in my room later, and I want to learn more about the situation."

Caius asked people to take away the pile of materials, and took another map, pointing to a few silver lines drawn on it, said: "This place is remote, and we need a few suitable commercial passages, which can connect the territory of your territory." The resources can be sold to farther places, and it is more suitable for doing business..."

Caius narrated seriously. Hastur glanced at the map, and his eyelids twitched slightly. These routes are not as simple as business routes, but they are clearly war routes.

Among these several routes, three routes nailed the three important port towns by the sea like a trident.

As long as the three port towns are taken down, it is equivalent to taking control of the sea on the southwestern coastline of South Wales.

There are also four routes leading to the inland. One route ends at Carlisle, where the Grand Duke of South Wales is located; one leads to an important military town in the interior; one is a transportation hub;

Hasta did not believe that Caius did not understand these situations, he must have made relevant preparations in advance.

"You are really suitable to be my butler," Hastur praised without hesitation.

With a joyful expression on his face, Caius stood up straight and said, "It will be my honor to be your housekeeper."

"Where's the original housekeeper?"

"He has a lot of things to do, so he can't stay here for a long time. Mrs. Lisa has already left."

Hastur smiled and nodded, "Then from today onwards, you will be the steward of this castle."

Caius took a step back, bent down and saluted: "I will be driven by your wishes!"

He was really happy and excited, and it wasn't an act of faking.

Hastur still has this vision, and Caius seems to be loyal to himself wholeheartedly?

That's why a butler position can make him so happy.

Are the monks in yellow still divided into different factions?

Hastur asked this question directly, and Caius didn't hide it, and said everything he knew.

At present, there are mainly three different voices within the monks in yellow, and each voice has its own different propositions.

The faction that Caius belongs to recognizes and supports himself, and it can be temporarily called the royalists.

The old housekeeper was a member of the Advent faction, and they believed that they needed to sacrifice themselves alive to the king in yellow in order for the gods to descend into the world.

One's own body is the container for the king in yellow to descend into the world.

The third voice is devout believers, they only care about following the figure of the king in yellow and becoming the most devout followers.

Very classic triangular structure, gentle, radical, neutral.

The reason why it is so peaceful right now is because the right time has not yet come.

The Advent faction has been waiting for a suitable time to welcome the coming of the king in yellow.

Before that, even if there was an empty container, it would not be able to accept the coming of God.

Hastur curiously asked when this time was.

Caius said in a low voice: "I don't know, we have been following the guidance of fate, what should come will always come."

Come on, it's the same set of gods and gods.

Hastur was noncommittal about this, and he only believed half of what Caius said, and the remaining half could be verified at night.

(End of this chapter)