Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 341 Struggling Faith

South Wales, inside the castle.

Azshara was lying comfortably in her nest, with a pile of dried fish on the left, another pile of dried fish on the right, and a pile of dried fish under the pillow.

During this time, Sharon was busy playing the role of a puppet, sometimes not moving for several days, and it naturally became the boss of the entire castle.

As long as it walks around the kitchen, it can harvest a pile of dried fish, and no one will stop it. They even specially prepared a small stove for it to cook some food for it.

Compared with the cooked food, it feels that the original dried fish is the most comfortable to eat.

In addition to material comfort, it can sleep as long as it wants to wake up naturally every day, eat some dried fish when it wakes up, and then continue to sleep. There is no need to go out to exercise at night.

Sometimes when Sharon finished the puppet show, it would please accompany Sharon to the grassland and the forest for a stroll.

The days are so comfortable.

Until someone pinched the back of its neck and picked it up from the den, which had obviously gained a lot of weight, it knew that its dream was coming to an end.

"Azshara, your food is pretty good these days."

There was murderous intent in this sentence, Azshara hastily meowed softly, to please the returning master before her.

Hastur glanced at the small dried fishes divided into three or four piles in the nest again, and beckoned for the maids to clean up the nest.

Azshara covered her eyes with her paws, feeling so heartbroken that she couldn't bear to look directly.

"Your belly has gained at least a few pounds."

"Meow!"

Azshara protested, it was obviously only a small circle, and it could disappear after a few days of exercise.

"It seems that you need to lock all the dried fish in the warehouse, lest you get up in the middle of the night and steal them."

"Meow."

After scolding Azshara, who was about to turn into a big orange, Hastur came to Sharon's room. There was no one in the room, and there was no breath.

"Meow."

Azshara jumped out of Hastur's arms, ran outside a wardrobe, and scratched a few times with her small claws.

Hastur stepped forward to open the cabinet door, and in the dark environment, Sharon was acting motionless as a qualified puppet. .

Breathing, heartbeat, breath, if Sharon is going out for an exhibition at this moment, no one will think that she is a living person.

The whole person looks like a delicate and beautiful dress-up doll or puppet.

Hastur didn't bother, just took a look and closed the cabinet door again.

After leaving Sharon's room, Hastur came to the study. Caius was already waiting with a stack of documents.

Hastur asked him to put the documents on the desk, leaned slightly against the back of his chair, and listened to him talk about the changes in South Wales during this period.

It took him thirteen days to travel back and forth to Backlund, and most of his time was wasted on the journey.

Over the past few days, the storms on the sea have become more and more intense, and the Storm Church is capable of setting off huge waves to purify the entire sea.

Except for a pirate king like Nast who could remain unmoved, many pirate groups retreated to the southern continent one after another, away from the sea area where the Church of the Storm was located.

As for the pirates near the coast of South Wales, they were basically wiped out. During this period of time, there has not been a single incident of pirates plundering merchant ships, and the coastal fishing villages have not been affected.

The more prosperous the maritime trade in various ports, the more taxes will be paid.

There were even several big businessmen who came forward to donate money, saying that it was to raise military expenses for the navy to suppress pirates.

Everything is going in a good direction, except for the growing dissatisfaction of the Grand Duke of South Wales.

Let him watch him make a lot of money and get an excellent reputation, which is naturally unbearable for him.

After all, these eight important ports were his pocketbook at first.

So he sent two waves of people to invite him to discuss some matters.

Hastur hadn't come back at that time, so he easily declined.

"It's just a matter of going back and forth. I'm not used to it and I need to rest at home for half a month, no, a month."

Hastur thought of any reason and asked Caius to send the invitation from the Archduke of Southwell.

Let's wait for a while, and if there is any change in the southern continent, the Grand Duke of Nanwei will naturally calm down.

"This subordinate will go to deal with it."

After Caius left, Hastur looked at the documents on the desk.

In addition to some important documents signed recently, there are several bills related to eight ports.

Hastur read all the data on the bill first, and murmured, "No wonder the Grand Duke of Southwell is so hot and greedy. If I collect taxes for a year at this rate, I can at least earn a million pounds."

12 gold pounds. This money is the net profit after deducting various expenses. He can transfer it to enrich his small coffers at any time.

Once port business develops, huge profits will indeed be made.

That's more than Earl Hall's bankers make.

"It seems that the Southern Continent has to make trouble for a while longer, so I can't afford to look north, so that I can earn more gold pounds."

Hastur lost in thought, tapping his fingers on the table.

Now that the Mother Tree of Desire and the Superstar Master have left the Southern Continent with the members of the Rose School of Thought, the main traders there should be Adam, the True Creator, and the Primordial Witch.

As for the local forces, unless the god of death returns, they are doomed to become pawns on other people's chessboard.

Gregory... let him continue to stay in the spirit world.

Although he signed the contract, Hastur did not think that he could freely use the true god who was not known as the ancestor of the Phoenix or the Hades Emperor Salinger.

……

At night, the light of the stars shines on the sea, making the waves sparkling and swaying.

A ship is passing through the Sunya Sea at will.

It is said that the end of the Suniya Sea is the kingdom of gods. According to the classic records of the Aurora Society, the kingdom of the Lord is at the end of the Suniya Sea.

It's a pity that there is a sea of ​​ruins in the middle, blocking all brave explorers.

Mr. A stood at the bow of the ship, carefully compared the route on the map with the help of the starry sky, and confirmed that the direction of the ship would pass through the dangerous situation of the sea of ​​ruins.

It's a pity that Master Ouroreus is not here right now, otherwise he must know how to cross the sea of ​​ruins and enter the kingdom of the Lord.

Maybe I will die in a sea of ​​ruins, because the Lord cannot let a traitor who turns his back on his faith into His eternal kingdom.

Mr. A was in a very complicated mood, and he glanced at the silent cabin.

He is not a fool, the attitude of Mr. Ulorius has already explained everything.

It's just that he didn't want to admit it all the time, so he deceived himself and used lame reasons to escape the truth.

But the closer he was to the kingdom of the Lord, the more sober he became, and the harder it was for him to deceive himself.

The person lying in the coffin in the cabin is not the Lord, but a god from nowhere.

He chose Himself for a reason to be His mouthpiece in communicating with the Lord.

"You're in a mess."

A voice sounded, and Mr. A felt a pious belief in his heart.

"Yes, my heart is confused, merciful Lord, can you answer my doubts?"

Mr. A prostrated himself on the ground, raised his head slightly, and looked at the figure that he should have chased all his life.

"Being too sober will only lead to trouble."

"Lord, I can guard you until the end of my life." Mr. A said with a painful expression on his face, "But I still just want to die as a believer in the Lord."

"Did you only learn how to seek death during this long journey?"

"..."

Mr. A was silent, looking at the dreamlike sea of ​​ruins in the distance, it was beautiful and shocking.

Perhaps only such a terrifying and beautiful place can become the only way to the Kingdom of God.

"I really want to live, I really want to see the Lord, I really want to crawl at His feet, but I know I can't cross that sea safely."

Once the faith that has been shaken steps into the Kingdom of the Lord, it will be a kind of blasphemy!
Blasphemer, must die to atone for sin.

"You will see the figure you have been chasing all your life. This is my gift to you."

"but I……"

"You can end your life just like that."

Mr. A remained silent for a long time before smiling and saying, "I will save my questions until I meet the Lord."

"It was the right choice."

"Lord, if you had appeared earlier, I might not have to struggle so much."

"Is there any meaning to faith without internal struggle?"

Mr. A has an inexplicable enlightenment, he seems to want to understand something.

His struggling heart along the way, along with the pilgrimage, is gradually finding the right answer.

Under the moonlight, the ship moved forward leisurely, and a fleet of ships suddenly appeared ahead attracted Mr. A's attention.

Before he could take a closer look, the figure in front of him had already swept across the sea and arrived on the flagship deck of the fleet.
On the Future, Cattleya in the captain's room was disturbed, saying that an unknown visitor had descended on the deck.

When Cattleya came out of the captain's cabin and rushed to the bow deck, there was already a group of people around her, and her second officer was trying to calm everyone's emotions so that there was no conflict.

Cattleya signaled everyone to be quiet first, she took two steps forward, and said in a tone neither humble nor overbearing: "I am the captain of the Future, Admiral Cattleya of the Stars, who are you? Why are you here?"

Hastur didn't speak, but just glanced around the crew of the Future, his eyes fell on Frank who was still immersed in his hybridization research, and then moved away from Cattleya who was standing in front of him.

(End of this chapter)