Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 32 The Face of Rules, the Shadow of Order

After successfully making Lecturer Furren angry, Hastur comforted him: "Maybe it's true as you said, Professor Wayne didn't say goodbye to us just because there was too little time."

"..." Lecturer Furren didn't respond.

The two chatted at the door for a while, and Xio also opened the door and walked in.

"I heard that Professor Wayne has been found?"

"Yes, thank you, Ms. Hugh, for your help along the way." Lecturer Furren recovered from his angry state of mind.

"Well, well, although I didn't personally rescue Professor Wayne, the necessary employment expenses are still indispensable."

"20 pounds, this is a reasonable price." Hastur gave a quite suitable reward.

"Okay." Xio didn't have any objections, after all, it was 10 gold pounds more than he expected.

Hastur took out two 10-pound notes and handed them to Hugh. He had to find a way to reimburse Professor Wayne for the money.

Lecturer Furren also had the same idea, and he gave Hastur an expression that I support you.

After getting the reward she deserved, Xio didn't wait long and rushed towards the basement.

In order to find out the secret passage in the basement, the police officers decided to use gunpowder to blow up the lounge, and they were going to do it later.

Hastur had no intention of joining in the fun, and now that Professor Wayne was sure he was safe, he didn't want to stay in the workhouse anymore.

Lecturer Furren had the same idea as him, and the two of them left the workhouse after a brief wash-up.

boom!boom!
Thick gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the rest room with the secret passage was blasted open, revealing a hidden room separated by a stone door in addition to the rubble.

Inside, Dean Dahn was dead, holding a wooden box with both hands, which was filled with gold coins.

……

When Hastur finally got home, the first thing he did was to take a comfortable bath.

The sticky feeling is really uncomfortable, but fortunately the weather is not too hot, otherwise you will definitely smell the sour smell of sweat.

After taking a shower and enjoying a well-prepared dessert, Hastur felt himself alive again.

"My lord, Mr. Greg has sent someone to invite you to the banquet tonight." Butler Neil came over at the most suitable time to report the matter.

"Well, I'll be there on time."

"You'd better write a reply letter by hand to show your expectation and importance to this banquet."

"Okay, I have to catch up on sleep later, wake me up at lunch time."

"On your orders."

Hastur got up and went back to the bedroom. He missed the big bed and soft quilt after two days away.

It took only a few minutes for my head to touch the pillow before I fell asleep.

East End, Professor Wayne's home.

After Lecturer Furren went home to freshen up, he rushed to his teacher's home immediately.

"Ah, Fran, my good student, I'm so afraid I won't see you!"

Professor Wayne warmly gave Lecturer Furren a hug.

"..." Lecturer Furren's expression was still not very good.

"Folun, are you blaming the teacher?"

"Don't dare."

Professor Wayne sighed: "Oh, after I separated from you that night, I happened to pick up a key that the guard accidentally left behind on the ground. What a perfect opportunity, how could I miss it?"

"It was too late to say goodbye to you and explain the truth. I hurriedly left the poorhouse under the cover of night. In order not to be discovered, I deliberately walked up the mountain and made a big circle. I didn't leave the vicinity of the dock area until dawn."

"In order not to let the plan fail, I stayed in the mountain for another day and night. I left the mountain overnight and returned to my home on the second night."

In order to convince Lecturer Furren of his words, Professor Wayne rolled up his sleeves on his own initiative, revealing his arm scratched by vines and branches.

"Is that really the case?" Lecturer Furren was moved.

"Of course, my God, Fran, is the teacher so unbelievable in your eyes now?"

"..." The anger in Lecturer Furlun's heart disappeared, he frowned after thinking for a while and said, "Mr. Hastur is not as easy to talk to as I am."

"For this matter, I prepared a gift overnight last night."

"Teacher, what about my gift?"

"Ah, Fran, have you become so greedy now?"

"..."

Lecturer Furren gave Professor Wayne a resentful look. He is still too soft-hearted, otherwise he should have a share of this gift.

It was after two o'clock in the afternoon that Hastur came to Professor Wayne's house, and Lecturer Furren had already gone back to rest.

Professor Wayne said the same thing again, and Hastur listened quietly.

"Professor Wayne, I have a few questions that I need you to answer for me."

"Knowing everything without saying anything is a good moral character that I have always abided by."

Professor Wayne smiled and invited Hastur to sit down and made him a cup of Earl Gray tea.

"Did you really make a temporary new decision because you were lucky enough to pick up the key that the guard left behind?"

"No, after listening to your plan that night, I already made a decision in my heart. You are a promising nobleman, and you shouldn't waste your credit because of such things."

"How did you go up to the mountain overnight to hide from everyone in the workhouse?"

"The workhouse's patrol arrangements are very good, but I have someone I know who helped me at a critical time."

"Vice President Bard?"

"Well, he's a better fit to be the new director of the workhouse than Dahn."

"Did you really hide in the mountains for a day and a night?"

"Of course not. I took a detour from the mountain overnight and left the pier area. I spent this time at a friend's house."

Hastur stopped to ask questions, glanced at Professor Wayne, and said in a relaxed tone: "So, what gift did you prepare to compensate my hurt and fragile heart?"

"You really deserve to be a student I taught."

Professor Wayne got up with a smile, came to a bookshelf, and took out a thin contract paper from a book.

"This is a deed to your Campbell family."

Professor Wayne handed the land deed to Hasta, and said: "Don't show such a strange expression, your father is a gambler, and he exported a lot of property from him, and this is just a small part of it." part."

Hastur took the title deed and scanned it. This is a manor title deed dedicated to planting various flowers. Although the area is not large, it is at least worth tens of thousands of gold pounds.

The value of [-] pounds is not the most important thing. This land deed is still the ancestral property of the Campbell family when they first started, and it has witnessed the Campbell family from humble beginnings to glory.

Voltaire Campbell may have forgotten this past, but under the guidance of the old housekeeper, he has always kept this history in mind.

"This gift is too expensive for me to accept."

"This is your Campbell family's stuff."

"Since it has been exported, it is no longer part of the Campbell family."

Professor Wayne laughed, took a sip of black tea, and said slowly, "Because you have a good housekeeper."

Hastur's heart trembled: "Is it arranged by the old housekeeper?"

"He knows that your father is very gambler, and sooner or later he will export all the family property. In order to leave some assets for you, the little master, he has thought of many ways."

"I have a good relationship with him. He asked for my help and arranged for me to bet against your father. I lived up to his expectations and won the title deed overnight."

"Speaking of which, Voltaire's gambling skills and luck are too bad. I didn't do anything that night. I just flopped and checked the cards, and I succeeded in beating him."

Professor Wayne's thoughts flew back to that night's gambling, and he shook his head with a smile: "I have never seen a person with such bad luck in gambling. Emperor Roselle commented on this kind of person like this, 'he is good and loves to play. '."

"..."

Hastur was silent, as he had always felt.

After a long silence, Hastur returned the title deed to Professor Wayne.

"I think the agreement between the old housekeeper and you should be to ask you to keep it for me for a while, and let me redeem it from you when I have enough money."

He knew the old butler Robert very well. He was a wise old man. He would not use vain friendship to ensure that Professor Wayne would return the land deed to him without any conditions.

To help himself leave a part of the Campbell family's inheritance, and redeem it when he has the strength, this is the arrangement he will make.

"The affection between you is really enviable."

Professor Wayne sighed. As a well-known law professor at Backlund University, he is also a rich man and has a very good housekeeper.

But he was sure that his butler would not be as loyal as Robert the butler.

That is someone who dedicated his life to the Campbell family, and the glory of the Campbell family is his will.

This is a butler that can only be cultivated by aristocratic families with a long history.

"If that's the case, when you graduate from me, I'll return this title deed to you, and treat it as a gift from me to you." Professor Wayne took back the title deed with a smile.

Hastur chuckled and said, "Isn't this condition too easy?"

"Hehe, so far, only that kid Furun can truly graduate from me."

"I think I've learned part of your essence."

"Oh, let's hear it."

"Flexible bottom line, shameless mentality."

Hastur's tone was very pleasant, and he added in his heart, "The shadow of order."

Professor Wayne is a very talented and ambitious law professor. He gave himself and Lecturer Furren two different teachings.

One is the face of rules, and the other is the shadow of order.

In fact, Lecturer Furren is very simple and cute. He does not have the protection of aristocratic status. Learning to use the law to serve the mainstream dignitaries will allow him to live a good life in the future.

The knowledge taught to myself involves many dark sides, so that I can understand the overall structure of this society and the nature of the law.

Learn to use the law and use it to benefit yourself, and then wait for yourself to change the law. This should be Professor Wayne's greatest hope for himself.

(End of this chapter)