Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 322 I Raised a Cat and a Bird
This kind of casual and arrogant self-confidence reminds Hastur of the Djinn.

When He first came to the Hall of Stars for a meeting, he was also so casual, placing his two long legs on the table.

"I really didn't come here with any good intentions. At first, I just thought the atmosphere here was weird, but I didn't expect people to be weird inside and out."

With a frivolous tone, it sounds like Medici is talking.

Hastur just smiled and said: "Since you are here to visit, don't you need to prepare a gift in advance?"

"Tsk, I don't have the habit of preparing gifts for people." Soren Einhorn Medici shook his head, and the face on the left cheek said: "Which old friend are you?"

"Friends? For you, isn't the word friend too extravagant?" Hastur's tone was unabashedly mocking.

"We have many enemies, but if they were really here, they would definitely not talk so much nonsense." It was the face on the right cheek who spoke.

"It depends on how you want to resolve today's matter."

Hastur brought the topic back again, this good desk is worth 100 gold pounds, at least they have to pay a little price to uncover it.

"What do you want from us?"

"Heh, do you have anything valuable on you?"

Hastur's slightly raised eyebrows made Sauron Einhorn Medici sneer, "Sheep always want to disguise themselves as lions to scare the predators."

"Whether it's a sheep or a lion, do you want to try again?" Hasta didn't see any panic in his eyes, and he was so confident that Sauron Einhorn Medici couldn't make up his mind.

Those of the hunter path are inherently suspicious, and they will not easily attack their prey when they are not sure.

"You want this card of blasphemy?" Sauron Einhorn Medici had a red priest card floating on his right fingertip.

Roselle on this card of blasphemy stood on top of the chariot wearing black and red armor, holding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, and cast his eyes on the fiercely fighting battlefield ahead.

I have to say that Russell on this red priest card is a bit handsome.

Hastur just took a look, "Barely enough."

"Hehe, make do with it?"

Soren Einhorn Medici laughed, with three faces and three pairs of eyes, all staring at Hasta closely, as if he wanted to observe Hasta from the subtle facial expressions at this moment. idea.

Unfortunately, they didn't see anything.

Regarding the management of his own expressions, Hastur believes that he has reached a point where he can't even see through it.

At the meeting of the stars, it was much more difficult and stressful to play the role of the stars in front of a group of Outer Gods than it is now.

"Meow."

Azshara yelled suddenly, jumped from the window sill to Hastur's lap, and glanced at Sauron Einhorn Medici with a scrutiny.

Just this one glance made Sauron Einhorn Medici look a little dignified.

Hastur lowered his head slightly and stroked Azshara's hair, and said lightly: "Today, whether you are guests or evil spirits, it's time to make a decision."

"Oh, threat, even if Adam is sitting here today, he wouldn't dare to talk to me like this."

Sauron Einhorn Medici's expression turned completely cold, and his whole body exuded the aura of iron and blood killing like when the war started.

Hasta curled his lips slightly and said: "If Adam is really sitting here today, you probably won't even be able to get out of this gate, bluffing and trying to scare off the predator's sheep."

"Do you think you can eat us?"

Soren Einhorn Medici put away his long legs, leaned forward slightly, his eyes were cold and piercing, and a breath of iron and blood killing was like billowing wolf smoke, heading straight for Hastur.

"Ah."

Azshara wrinkled her nostrils and sneezed, the war breath that was rushing straight away dissipated.

Hastur lowered his head and rubbed Azshara's head, "Does this breath disgust you?"

"Meow."

Azshara replied, lying on Hastur's lap, closing her eyes slightly.

"This cat is very interesting."

Sauron Einhorn Medici's eyes fell on Azshara again, and this time they looked at it for a little longer.

Hastur said nothing, just looked at them.

"who are you?"

This is the second time that Soren Einhorn Medici has asked this question.

No matter how they look at it, they can't see the true origin of Hastur clearly, and even a cat makes them a little elusive.

"Resolve the matter here early, and you will still have time to catch the last ferry to leave Puning Port today."

"Oh, my things are not so easy to take."

Soren Einhorn Medici chuckled, and flicked the Red Priest Card on his fingertips to Hastur.

Azshara opened her eyes in a daze, subconsciously stretched out her front paws, grabbed the red priest card like catching a small dried fish, and took a bite of it. Feeling that the taste was a little strange, she even poohed, her face full of disgust.

"..." Sauron Einhorn Medici was also a little speechless, this cat really stole the limelight too much.

Opening on the left cheek: "Are there any other survivors of the Solomon Empire alive?"

Tsk, this is thinking that he is a descendant of Solomon?
He should have sensed the Black Emperor's aura on him.

Hastur thought about it, with an elegant and calm smile on his face, "History will never end."

Medici sneered: "Even if he is really a descendant of Solomon, are you two rushing to show your loyalty?"

The faces on the left and right cheeks did not speak, as if they were recalling the era of the Solomon Empire.

The two of them were loyal to the Dark Emperor Solomon at first, and later the Dark Emperor Solomon fell due to the alliance of the six gods, and they turned to follow the Night Emperor Trunsost, but unfortunately the Night Emperor also fell in the Battle of the Four Emperors.

The crazy blood emperor Arista Tudor was successfully promoted to Sequence 0 Red Priest.

They played a vital role here.

But even Crazy Blood Emperor Arista Tudor lost in the end, leaving only Hades Emperor as the biggest winner in the Battle of the Four Emperors.

That magnificent era is far from being comparable to the current era.

"Speaking of loyalty, your loyalty is the most steadfast." Hastur said this from the bottom of his heart.

The hunter dies of loyalty, referring to the Red Angel Medici.

"Hehe, is the Black Emperor Solomon worthy of being compared to my lord?" Medici raised his head slightly, very proud, and at the same time did not forget to belittle the Black Emperor Solomon.

After all, belittling the lord is equivalent to belittling his followers.

Sure enough, Sauron and Einhorn began to scold.

Hastur took a deep look at Medici and did not speak.

The Black Emperor Solomon really cannot be compared with the real Creator, after all, the Black Emperor did not sacrifice his loyal subordinates.

It is ridiculous to talk about loyalty but not interests in the secretive world.

That's why Medici's loyalty is impressive.

"If there is nothing else, you can leave."

Hastur, who was annoyed by the quarrel of the three people opposite, issued an order to evict the guest.

Today's visit from Sauron Einhorn Medici was not what he expected, and he didn't want to have too much to do with them.

It's just that it's not bad to take the opportunity to leave a red priest card.

He just needs this red priest card to learn about the situation of the red priest path, so as to provide choices for the future.

As for imprisoning the evil spirit Sauron Einhorn Medici, Mrs. Lisa alone is not capable of that.

If Ouroreus wasn't on the ship staring at the container of stars, then there's still a chance.

The key point is that the Sequence 1 Extraordinary characteristics on Sauron Einhorn Medici are no longer there.

Even if he cooks hot pot again now, he will not be able to be promoted to the Red Priest.

Not to mention that he is still a long way from being able to cook hot pot.

Soren Einhorn Medici chuckled, and didn't intend to get up and leave. Instead, he chuckled and said, "A broken desk is not worth this red priest card. If you want to keep it, you need a More chips."

While speaking, Sauron Einhorn Medici hooked his right index finger lightly, and the red priest card that Azshara had seized returned to his hand again.

Azshara woke up immediately, her eyes widened, she looked at her empty paws, and then turned to the red priest card again, and it became dark and dark.

The atmosphere in the study room completely cooled down in an instant, Sauron Einhorn Medici's eyelids twitched slightly, showing a little surprise.

Hastur caressed Azshara's head, glanced at them, and said calmly: "In addition to raising a cat, I also raised a bird. He likes to eat bugs, especially the three mixed together. Insects, the taste should be richer."

Soren Einhorn Medici frowned slightly, thinking about the meaning of Hastur's words.

At this moment, a corner of the study room cracked a gap in the spiritual world without sound.

A small flamingo the size of a palm flew out and landed on Hastur's shoulder.

The seemingly small little firebird stared at Soren Einhorn Medici who was sitting on the sofa as soon as he came out. His eyes were bright as fire and full of longing, as if he had encountered some kind of unmissable event. Like a big meal.

Soren Einhorn Medici's body trembled unconsciously.

"That little bird..."

"go!"

Sauron Einhorn Medici's expression changed, he threw the red priest card to Hastur, and then quickly left here.

"Chirp."

The little firebird looked up at Hasta, as if asking if he wanted to chase it down.

"Don't worry, eating indiscriminately will cause indigestion."

"Chirp."

The little flamingo combed its feathers with its beak.

"Meow?"

Azshara looked up at the little firebird, then shuddered all over, and the original deep eyes returned to the clear stupidity before.

"Meow?"

Azshara looked at Hastur with puzzled eyes, Hastur didn't speak, just gently kneaded its little head.

(End of this chapter)