Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 297 008 Possible New Owner
Leonard finally took the opportunity to express his true views on this matter.

He didn't want his team to run around like headless chickens, and it was also a reminder.

Perhaps what they did could have been arranged.

Ilya, who was silent for a while, tapped twice on the table with her right index finger. After attracting everyone's attention, she said, "This is a very reasonable speculation, but it's not the truth."

"??"

Leonard looked puzzled, did the old man make a mistake in his judgment?

Or is the Goddess Eye just a false name?

The other members of the Red Gloves team also showed puzzled expressions.

Illya saw their reactions, but did not explain the question, "Continue to follow the clue of Viscount Sterdan, and we are not far from the answer."

If it wasn't for the consideration of the other party's identity, Leonard would definitely ask more questions.

In the afternoon, they continued to investigate what happened to Stedan before his death, why they invited Ince Zangwill home, it was all right, and for what reason did Ince Zangwill kill? Viscount Sterndam.

Ince Zangwill would not have killed a nobleman who had helped him in his downfall without sufficient reason.

When the investigation was halfway through, Leonard was astonished to realize that Hastur's name was also among the people Viscount Sterdan had contacted during his lifetime.

He frowned slightly, and had a bad premonition in his heart that this matter might have something to do with Hastur.

It's an intuition, if anything, that extraordinary people do extraordinary things.

After the contact list was collected, Ms. Ilya assigned people to investigate the people on the list.

Leonard, who stood silently by the side, prayed in his heart that the investigation of Hastur would not fall on him.

He didn't want to treat his first friend in Backlund the same way he treated a suspect.

"Leonard, do you know this Earl Hastur Campbell?"

Illya's question broke Leonard's fluke, he could only bite the bullet and nod.

"Well, then I will leave it to you."

"..."

Leonard sighed inwardly, his recent luck seems to be very bad.

The Red Gloves team was very efficient. Leonard appeared at the gate of the castle in the Hastur territory after ten o'clock that night.

"Sir, do you have an appointment with our lord?"

At the flower bed in front of the entrance of the castle, a gardener holding a pair of scissors and chatting with a coachman blocked Leonard's way.

Although it was strange that the gardener was still holding a pair of big scissors at night, Leonard still tried his best to smile and said: "I am your lord's friend in Backlund, you just need to go in and inform me, just say Leonard Come and visit."

"Well, just wait here first."

The person who spoke was the coachman next to him. He let the gardener with the big scissors stare at him here, and he entered the castle to report.

Leonard had a calm smile on his face, but the gaze from the gardener made him feel a little penetrating.

Especially the big pair of scissors in his hand, which looked like a patchwork of slender legs of a grown man, and he was staring at himself like an animal waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Leonard, who was stared at uncomfortably, took the initiative to bring up the topic, "Your lord, what time do you usually rest at night?"

"That is the freedom of the lord, and we have never had the right to interfere."

Leonard turned to say: "The growth of the flowers and plants here is really good. Your craftsmanship is very good. Even in Backlund, it is difficult to find a gardener who can compare with you."

The gardener holding the big scissors looked slightly relaxed, "Pruning flowers and plants is much easier than pruning people. I like this job very much."

"..."

Leonard felt that he couldn't continue the conversation today, so he stopped talking.

About 5 minutes later, Hastur walked out of the castle gate in person to greet his friend from Backlund.

Leonard straightened his back slightly, glanced at the gardener standing aside, and found that he was looking at Hastur with almost fanatical eyes.

What's happening here?
Leonard was slightly stunned, but he didn't have any fantasies. He took two quick steps and met Hastur who was walking towards him.

"You are welcome, my friend."

"I'm also very happy to be here as a guest."

"Come in and talk."

After a short greeting, Hastur led Leonard into the castle.

The moonlight is cold after ten o'clock, especially in the outskirts of this remote town, the wind blowing is also colder than other places.

When he walked into the castle, Leonard shivered unconsciously.

In the living room on the first floor, Hastur greeted Leonard to take a seat, and asked the maid to bring the best tea here to entertain this friend who obviously came with a mission.

Based on Hastur's understanding of Leonard, there is only one reason for him to pay a sudden visit at night, which is the mission of the Red Gloves team.

It can be seen that the Red Gloves team has become suspicious of Ince Zangwill's death, and even traced the clues to find him. That's why Leonard was asked to investigate some things in the name of visiting him.

The two chatted a lot about the recent events in Backlund. Leonard also deliberately mentioned the news of Ince Zangwill's death, but he didn't capture any useful information from Hastur's face.

Hastur did not continue to chat with Leonard on this topic, nor did he ask him the purpose of coming here tonight, but just chatted with him and hosted a banquet for him.

This made Leonard hold back the words he wanted to say several times, and he was even more embarrassed to directly mention the purpose of his trip in the face of Hastur's hospitality.

"Time flies so fast. It's almost twelve o'clock. You've been exhausted all the way, so you'd better go back to your room early to rest. As for other things, we'll talk tomorrow."

Hastur glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, ending the conversation for tonight.

Leonard also felt that it was too late and it was not time to talk about serious matters. He had better wait until tomorrow, when he could go back to his room to sort out his thoughts.

Following a young and beautiful maid through the corridor hung with more than a dozen paintings by famous artists, and climbing up the stairs from the corner, he finally came to the room where he rested tonight.

It was the first time he had seen a big house with three staircases from the first floor to the second floor.

Lying on the soft and comfortable big bed with a faint fragrance, Leonard almost fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

He has been exhausted all the way in the past few days, and he has never really had a good night's sleep.

He cheered himself up as much as possible, and then called the old man in his heart, he wanted to hear what the old man had to say about this matter.

But no matter how he shouted, the old man tonight just refused to come out, and he didn't even say a word to him.

Did the old man deliberately want to see how I would make a fool of myself in front of Hastur?

After thinking about it, Leonard still felt that this reason was more plausible.

He tried to think about some things again, but couldn't resist the drowsiness, and fell into a deep sleep.

At night, Leonard, who had fallen asleep, was awakened by the rumbling sound of his stomach.

He covered his stomach with one hand and rubbed it lightly, lowered his head and sighed: "You really can't eat anything good. You just ate a little more tonight, and you won't be able to hold it anymore. It's really useless."

He had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom.

The bathroom is the third one on the right side of his room, which was introduced to him in detail by the leading maid before.

Half an hour later, Leonard came out of the bathroom refreshed. He had washed his face just now, and now he was very refreshed and didn't feel sleepy at all.

Looking at the brightly lit corridor, Leonard couldn't help feeling that the life of a nobleman is really luxurious, and the cost of the lighting alone for this night is probably enough for a family of three for a week.

Do you want to take the opportunity to explore this ancient castle?

Leonard inexplicably had this idea in his mind, looked around at the deserted corridors, and tried to walk a certain distance.

I saw light shining from one of the rooms, and faintly heard the sound of a pen writing on paper.

Leonard, who had already planned to go back to his room to sleep, subconsciously walked towards that house.

Before the person reached the door, the rustling sound of writing inside stopped.

Soon the door opened with a creak, and an old man about sixty years old smiled and said, "Is it because the guest is not used to sleeping here so late? Is there any other needs, if any?" , though you can tell me."

Leonard quickly explained that he got up for a walk in the middle of the night because of his stomach upset.

After talking for a few words, Leonard knew that the old man in front of him was Mrs. Lisa. She was staying up all night writing a book. She probably wanted to leave a little memory for herself in her few lives.

Leonard also accepted Mrs. Lisa's invitation, and sat in her room for a while. The quill still dipped in ink on the desk was not 008.

This made him feel a lot more relaxed, and he didn't stay here for too long, because he was really embarrassed to disturb the quietness of an old man late at night.

After the episode, Leonard also returned to the room to continue sleeping.

It was after nine o'clock the next day that Leonard woke up on the comfortable big bed.

Glancing at the clock hanging on the right side of the bed, it was nine forty-six.

He shivered, got up and dressed quickly, and just opened the door, there was already a young and lovely maid waiting for him with a faint smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)