Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 282 In the name of the cat, a huge reward is offered

Regarding the problem of insufficient manpower, Hasta can only ask Caius to recruit a group of people to help.

As for whether Caius will let the members of the monks in yellow come to work, Hasta is up to him, and he only needs to get things done.

Three days later, Hasta received a reply from Sharon, which mentioned that she was safe now, and that she was gathering members of the Temperance Faction in a city not far from Beslin, and what she had experienced during this time , the last point is that she also misses Azshara.

The people recruited by Caius had already arrived, a total of [-] people, six of whom were members of the monks in yellow, and Caius did not hide anything about this.

With manpower, Hastur contacted Mayor Ron, stating that his territory would be fully autonomous from the next quarter, and sent the recruited people to learn how to manage the internal affairs of the territory.

After temporarily solving these trivial matters, Hastur has the leisure time to think about how to digest the corrupting baron potion.

During the time in Backlund, he tried to speed up the digestion of the potion through a corrupt and luxurious life, but the effect was mediocre, not very good.

But at that time, others in Backlund needed to pay attention to their reputation. Now that they came to their own territory and solved some troublesome things, they should also speed up the absorption of potions.

Corruption, mostly refers to the corruption and degeneration of thinking and life, and positive and enterprising forms a negative teaching material.

Such as greed for pleasure, depravity and neglect of business.

But in essence, it is more like a class privilege. Only the powerful and powerful can use the word corruption. If it is an ordinary person who is poor, it can only be used as lazy and unwilling to make progress.

Only those who are in charge of certain social resources and status will be labeled as corrupt.

Corrosion and dilapidation of existing things can also be extended to order and other aspects.

Eroding the existing stable order, this should also be the way to play the corrupt baron.

The process of corruption does not necessarily have to happen to oneself, it can also lead others to degenerate and completely corrupt.

For example, guide a lively and active cat step by step into a degenerate creature that is lazy and active.

Hastur carefully summarized the key points of the role, and consciously glanced at Azshara who was lying on the ground, resting with her arms around the small fish.

Even though it has closed its eyes to rest, it will happily lick a mouthful of dried fish every once in a while.

Azshara no longer needs his guidance, it has gradually fallen.

Hastur sighed at this. He felt that his master was too kind to it and needed to find something for it to do.

"Meow?!"

Feeling the chill of inexplicable staring, Azshara woke up with a shiver, looked around, met Hastur's gaze, and glanced at Hastur again, then came to Hastur's feet, quietly lie down.

"Tsk, I haven't learned anything else, but I'm quite skilled at pretending to be pitiful."

Hastur chuckled and shook his head, then hit upon a bright idea.

The next day, Caius sent a group of people to post reward notices in various villages and towns in the territory.

The content of the announcement is roughly as follows: The new lord, Earl Campbell, has a kitten from Backlund at home, which is deeply loved by the Earl. Recently, due to unacceptable conditions, he has become depressed and has a loss of appetite. The Earl feels sorry for this. Sorrowful, I specially posted a notice, offering a reward of 1000 gold pounds for a solution.

At this time, Azshara just finished eating three small dried fishes, and was lying on the window sill where the sun was shining, closing her eyes comfortably, and making a meowing sound of happiness.

The announcement of the reward soon spread throughout Hastur's territory. 1000 gold pounds is an astronomical figure that many people can't imagine. As long as they can get the reward, they will be able to live comfortably for a lifetime.

Many people enthusiastically signed up to participate, and some people felt in their hearts that human life is not as valuable as a cat. If there is a next life, they should choose to be a cat to avoid suffering in the world again.

There are also some who sneered at this, sneered with disdain, and spurned the extravagance and waste of the new lord. How many people can be fed with 1000 gold pounds, but it is spent on a cat!

People in the nearby territories also heard the news, and rushed over to join in the fun, and within a few days, it spread across most of South Wales.

The Grand Duke of Southwell was in his luxurious villa, listening to the people under his hand to report to him the latest situation of Earl Hasta Campbell.

"A reward of 1000 gold pounds for a cat is really rich."

The Grand Duke of Nanwei smiled contemptuously. His wealth is far greater than Hastur, but his money is easy to come in and difficult to get out. The 1000 is enough to buy a dozen girls of high quality.

"You send a few people to join in the fun, and at the same time keep an eye on his every move."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements now."

After the people left, the Grand Duke of Nanwei put away the contempt on his face and turned dignified.

The one in Backlund specially sent someone to remind him that it was not easy for the young Earl Hastur Campbell, and told him not to capsize in the gutter, and even allowed him to give up part of his interests at critical times.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, and he didn't pay much attention to the young earl until that Derby Augustus ran back to Backlund in despair in just a few days.

The Grand Duke of Southwell thought for a while, and sent someone to send the pair of sisters to Hasta, and at the same time placed them there to monitor every move.

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The arrival of spring in the small town of Moira brought the revival of all things and made this usually quiet town lively.

The Sigu Festival on February 2 is the most lively festival here every year.

Every year on this day, residents of the small town and farmers from nearby villages gather to hold sacrifices for this year's harvest.

The god of harvest they believe in is not the goddess of the earth, but the god of valleys that has been passed down for a long time, also known as the goddess of breath of spring.

It is said that this god was originally just an ordinary girl. Four or five hundred years ago, or earlier, this girl changed the way of farming here, and finally used her life to bless all the crops in the vicinity with a good harvest every year.

As for the cause of the girl's death and the process of being conferred as a god, not many people know.

Only the priests who have been passed down from generation to generation can know the beginning and end of history. Some people say that the history of the town has been broken, and the history is not complete. Even the priests who are responsible for holding the Valley Festival, they don’t know what the original history was like. one thing.

But there is one thing that they are absolutely sure of. Sacrificing to the Goddess of Breath of Spring can really bring a good harvest to the crops.

This is a real event with historical records. The most recent one happened 20 years ago. At that time, South Wales encountered a rare severe drought, crops failed in many areas, and people starved to death everywhere. Only their small town In the nearby area, the crops have always grown tenaciously, and finally grew a lot of fruit, allowing them to survive this crisis safely.

As for why the rare severe drought occurs in coastal areas, no one knows.

I only know that those who survived pay more respect to the goddess of the breath of spring, and hold sacrifices every year to pray for a good harvest of crops.

Even if the new lord offered a reward of 1000 pounds this time, the people here still put holding the Sigu Festival as the top priority.

Out of interest and curiosity, Hastur came to the town the night before.

He lives in seclusion, and the residents here don't know that he is the new lord who has offered a huge reward.

Hastur successfully booked a room at the hotel at a price three times higher than usual.

During the day, the streets here have been decorated with various decorations, most of which are in the shape of crops.

Such as jack-o-lanterns, ears of rice, corn stalks, various vegetables carved in stone and so on.

Many people were dressed in greener colors, embroidered with patterns of various crops, and some went shopping with a basket of vegetables in their arms, and some performed on the street and ate all kinds of vegetables raw.

The place where the Sacrificial Valley Festival is held is in the central square of the town, where the outside has been covered with a red cloth, except for relevant personnel, no one else is allowed to enter.

This is a statue of the Goddess of Breath of Spring.

Hastur is the most strange about this point. If the goddess of the breath of spring is so important to this place, why is there no statue of her on weekdays, but it is not re-sculpted until before the festival?
And after the festival, why destroy it immediately?
These are what Hasta heard from the people nearby. Some residents who hold the Valley Sacrifice Festival five or six times still don’t know the true face of the Goddess of Breath of Spring.

At night, Hastur hid his figure, slipped into the central square, lifted the red cloth to see what happened.

It is a pity that the limbs and figure of this one-story goddess statue have been carved, only the face and five sense organs have not yet been carved.

A statue of a faceless goddess.

In the mysterious world, it is normal not to know the specific appearance of the gods.

But Hastur just felt a little weird, but he didn't say anything, and left secretly, returning to his room.

In the middle of the night, around two o'clock, there were more people holding torches on the street, and they began to perform sacrificial dances around the statue wrapped in red cloth.

The headed female priest is dressed in fancy dress, with triple ears of rice on her head, a sun-dried straw skirt around her waist, and a bunch of vegetables and fruits hanging around her neck.

When she led the dance, the various crops on her body swayed along with the rhythm, which was a bit pleasing to the eye.

Like Hasta, there are not a few people who open the windows to enjoy the excitement. They come here from the neighboring villages and towns to join in the excitement.

When the two-hour dance ended, the sky had gradually brightened, and it was only more than an hour before dawn.

The leading priest let five couples wearing wedding gowns enter the red cloth, and all the people outside began to dance again.

Their speed was much slower than at the beginning, and the status of the five couples was vaguely revealed in the red cloth.

They are performing the ancient and primitive reproduction art that has been passed down from generation to generation in front of the statue.

(End of this chapter)