Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 344 Azshara, you are not as good as a dog
Continuing to move along the direction of the end of the sea, on a huge black reef protruding from the sea, Cattleya was wrapping her hands around her knees, leaning her head on them, staring quietly into the distance.

Her eyes were full of confusion and reminiscence, she should be recalling the good life with Bernadette in the past.

Hastur just glanced at it twice, didn't choose to disturb, and let her relax for a while.

When he is about to leave this illusory world, he will send her out.

Hastur continued along the end of the sea. He wanted to see if there was any limit to this illusory world.

As he kept moving forward, things in the distance were moving back, always keeping a certain distance from him.

Hastur just raised his hand to cut off the rules here, and his figure suddenly came to the end of this phantom world.

When he set foot on the holy mountain that Mr. A worshiped piously, standing on the top of the holy mountain, the giant hanging upside down from the cross, he began to wake up from the silence, and a pair of eyes appeared in the shadow curtain behind him.

It is the true Creator who senses the relevant changes and casts a watchful gaze.

For a being at His level, it is easy to do this.

"Stars."

The true Creator's voice was not loud, but it stirred up a stormy sea, and the originally blue water turned into a black ocean in an instant.

"I thought you would wait for me to step into your kingdom of God before showing up."

"You will not set foot in my kingdom of God."

"It's still possible to look at it from a distance."

"Is this container easy to use?"

"Very good, do you want to take it back?"

After a while, the True Creator said: "This is the price paid in advance."

Hastur chuckled and said, "I didn't make any deal with you."

The true Creator didn't say anything more, His gaze was retracted, and even this holy mountain disappeared.

"The price paid in advance is not enough."

Hastur whispered, turned and left here.

This illusory world has lost the value of exploration for him.

Passing by Cattleya's side on the way back, she finally put away her reminiscing look and stood up with a dignified expression, but she didn't speak.

She has too many questions she wants to ask, but she is afraid of hearing something she shouldn't hear.

Sometimes exploring too much is not a good thing.

Hastur had no intention of chatting with her, but just said, "It's time to leave."

Cattleya nodded, and was sent out of the illusion world.

She was dazed for a moment, then gradually returned to her usual ability, and began to ask people to count the crew members on the Future.

Finally, she discovered that Frank, the culprit of this trouble, had not returned yet. She frowned slightly and glanced at the mysterious figure on the boat.

After hesitating for a moment, I decided to ask myself what happened.

"He is continuing to study mushrooms in the illusion world."

This was the last answer Cattleya asked, and the worry in her heart eased.

In the fantasy world, Frank is researching a mushroom that can explode automatically. It can be used for frying and cooking on weekdays, and it can be thrown out as a bomb when encountering an enemy.

……

At night, Puning Harbor.

As more and more business guests come and go, every night, the entire port is lit up into a city that never sleeps.

It seemed more lively and bright than the night in Backlund, the capital.

However, as the number of people increased, incidents of conflicts after drinking continued to soar.

Especially every night, there is a little black cat walking through the eaves, roofs, and deep in the alleys, instigating fires.

Guests who have drunk a lot of alcohol will inevitably start fighting and causing trouble if they accidentally encounter them.

This made the confinement room of the port security patrol team overcrowded for a while.

In this regard, Hastur just asked the security patrol team to expand a few confinement rooms, and then turned a blind eye to the matter.

At around three o'clock in the night, a little black cat came back with a yawn, and landed lightly in front of the window sill. He raised his sleepy eyes and looked at the owner who was sleeping soundly in the room. He couldn't help but wave angrily. Little paws, and then return to their own nest to rest.

The next day, just after dawn, the dog was picked up from the den by its hard-hearted owner, who said that the best plan for the day is in the morning, so that he could go out to exercise and lose weight.

After spending two weeks in this inhumane life, Azshara suddenly felt a comfortable and indescribable feeling in his body late at night.

This feeling has also appeared before, and its owner told it that this is a manifestation of the complete digestion of the potion.

Looking at the dim night, Azshara's little mind only thought for a second before deciding to go back to the den to sleep and tell her master tomorrow.

"Has the instigator potion been completely digested?"

The next day, Hastur urged Azshara to go out to exercise according to the usual practice, and Azshara told him the heavy news. "Meow!"

Azshara raised her little head and looked at her master with a proud expression.

It instinctively felt that this was a good thing, it could be praised, at least it could eat a few more dried fish.

Hastur sighed and said, "It's really not easy, it's been more than half a year."

"Meow?" Azshara showed a puzzled expression on his face, why is it different from what he thought?

"You spent more than half a year on a Sequence 8 potion. You can't even compare to a dog. How can you be so proud?"

Hastur said, and flicked Azshara's head.

If he hadn't been pushing him all this time, with Azshara's idle temperament, it would take at least two months to completely digest the instigator potion.

This speed is already considered very slow, after all, Azshara already knew the existence of impersonation as soon as she stepped into the Extraordinary World.

He and Sharon have repeatedly taught the key points of its instigator's performance. According to normal circumstances, three months is an average level.

But Azshara has used it for more than half a year, which shows that she is extremely lazy.

Azshara's eyes widened in disbelief, how could it be no better than a dog, those stupid guys, how could it be compared with the noble and elegant one.

"Don't be unconvinced, that dog's talent in this area is indeed better than yours."

"Meow!" Azshara curled her lips in dissatisfaction and turned her head away, not wanting to talk to her master.

Hastur smiled, held it in his arms, rubbed its little head, and then told it a little about Susie's glorious deeds.

Azshara was completely shocked to hear that Susie likes to read as a dog, and even browsed through the books!

A picture unconsciously popped up in my mind. There was a dog lying under the bookshelf, wearing glasses and starting to flip through the books. Wisdom and thinking flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Meow?"

"You still don't believe it? When I return to Backlund, I will take you to meet it. I hope that by then you will be able to converse proficiently in Loen dialect."

"..."

Azshara was silent for a long time. In this case, could it be someone else's child?
Soon, it became angry, it was obviously just a dog, why did it study so hard?
So much so that it has become a poor student in the eyes of its owner.

"For the sake of your hard work during this time, there is no limit to all the small fish today. Remember, it's only today."

"Meow!"

Azshara's eyes lit up instantly, and without thinking about anything, she jumped from Hastur's arms to the ground, and then quickly rushed to the warehouse where the dried fish was stored.

"Next is the witch, and I don't know if Azshara will turn into a beautiful girl on the spot after taking the witch potion."

Hasta thought carefully for a while and decided to write a letter to Sharon first to share some relevant experiences.

Counting the time, Sharon has now arrived in the Southern Continent.

As for the witch's potion, he had already asked the yellow-robed monks to prepare the extraordinary materials, and he just had to mix them into potion.

The Yellow Clothes Monks organization is very good at collecting things. When a bunch of winners go out to do errands together, it is always easy to achieve what they want.

At night, Hastur came to the study, and 008 couldn't wait to move his buttocks, jumping up and down in front of Hastur with the pencil case on his head.

"Be quiet first."

Hastur held an ordinary quill in his hand and tapped the pen box twice before 008 stopped.

Taking a blank paper, Hastur thought for a while before writing slowly.

It took half an hour to write this letter and blow the whistle to summon the spirit messenger.

When the crack in the spiritual world appeared in the study, 008 gently moved his position closer to Hastur.

The little firebird Gregory poked her head out from the crack in the spirit world, chirped twice, and flew to Hastur's shoulder.

"Hey, you seem to have gained a few laps recently."

Hastur stretched out his hand to hold Gregory on his shoulder to his palm, observed carefully for a while, and finally confirmed that Gregory's condition was much better than before.

It should be the result of his recuperation in the spiritual world during this period, coupled with the continuous war in the southern continent, the breath of death is his best nourishment.

"Chirp."

Gregory raised her head slightly, looking very proud, as if she was very satisfied with her current state.

"Come on, send this letter to Miss Sharon. She is currently in the Southern Continent. You should recognize her, right?"

Hastur stretched out his hand and gestured a little, lest Grace Carrie identify the wrong person.

Maybe it was the mention of the Southern Continent, and Gray Carrie's eyes seemed to be brighter. She nodded and flew back to the spirit world with the letter in her mouth.

008 hid in the pencil box and became active again.

"I have a bad premonition." The expression on Hastur's face gradually became serious.

(End of this chapter)