Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 357 Sharon’s Knee Pillow

As soon as Hastur's words came out, the air seemed to freeze all of a sudden.

Although Sharon was very calm, Hastur could clearly see the astonishment and smile that flashed in her eyes just now.

He continued to look at Sharon sideways, his eyes meeting Sharon's blue eyes.

Looking at each other at such a close distance, Sharon's long pale blond hair tied into a bun was covered by a small black soft hat. There was a strand of hair hanging down on both sides of her earlobes, but it did not cover her small and exquisite ears.

Sharon doesn't have the habit of putting on makeup on her face, not even light makeup. Against the background of the black gothic palace dress, she looks even more white and smooth, like a piece of tofu so tender that it can squeeze out water.

It's still better to look at it from a close distance like this. Sharon, who is watching from a distance, always gives people an aura that strangers should not get close to.

At this point, Miss Audrey's aura is more gentle and approachable, but her natural nobility and elegance still turn many people away.

"Coquettishly? You?" After looking at each other for a while, Sharon spoke, the disbelief in her words unmistakable.

"It's either that people often say that a pet can be raised according to its owner. Azshara is so coquettish, but I have a good education."

Sharon glanced at Hastur up and down without saying a word, but her eyes were full of distrust, and she seemed to want to see how thick-skinned Hastur could be.

"Hey, why do you always have doubts in your eyes?"

"..."

Sharon still didn't speak, just stared at Hastur, wanting to see what his next move would be.

"Hey, Azshara, are you back?"

Hastur suddenly glanced towards the window, and Sharon's eyes followed, but there was no sign of Azshara.

Only the weight of a head is on my thighs.

Hastur, just lying on his lap, using his thigh as a pillow, lying on his back, looking at himself with burning eyes.

"..."

Sharon wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing. She just sat up slightly and looked straight at the rows of bookshelves in front of her.

Hastur didn't speak either, and closed his eyes slightly, enjoying Sharon's knee pillow.

After a while, Sharon finally spoke: "Your gift has been given to you."

"Sometimes I really envy Azshara. No wonder she doesn't want to change into an adult."

Hastur sighed, then raised his head from Sharon's lap, sat up straight, faced Sharon's probing gaze, and explained seriously: "I give up, Azshara is still the best in terms of coquettishness. It's quite powerful. If I have time, I will study it for further study."

He couldn't lie on Sharon's lap like Azshara, rolling back and forth, that scene was too shameful.

Sharon said nothing, still just looking at him with lowered eyes.

"I like your gift very much."

Hastur understood Sharon's pun just now, got up and left the study.

After Hastur left the room, Sharon lowered her head slightly and looked at her thigh where Hastur had just pillowed her, where there was still warmth that had not dissipated.

She stretched out her right hand and pressed lightly on her heart, and her heartbeat was much faster than before.

What happens when a puppet has a heart?
In the story "Pinocchio" that Hastur once told her, the ending was given.

"Meow?"

At the window sill, Azshara was holding the dried fish brought by Sharon from the Southern Continent in her mouth, looking at Sharon with doubts.

Without Sharon's beckoning, Azshara came to the sofa, lying on Sharon's lap while enjoying the dried fish, which was very comfortable.

Sharon lowered her head and looked at Azshara for a while, then whispered: "Asshara, you deliberately don't want to change into an adult, right?"

Azshara's body was stiff, the hair on her back almost stood up, her blue eyes widened with a very frightened expression, and the dried fish in her mouth fell on the sofa.

"I won't tell him."

With a slight smile on her face, Sharon reached out and stroked Azshara's head.

"Meow."

Azshara meowed very gently, rubbed her face against Sharon's palm, and then continued to pick up the dried fish that was scared off just now and ate it peacefully.

What Hasta said just now is very correct, people usually don't have any guard against a cute kitten.

It can sometimes be more convenient to do things than becoming a human being.

Azshara is very smart. This is something she has known for a long time. Many times, she is deliberately pretending to be stupid.

Some people seem to be worse than a cat.

Sharon raised the corners of her mouth slightly, her expression much gentler than before.

The next day, the envoy of the Archduke of Southwell came to visit again, saying that his 30-year-old son was celebrating his birthday and wanted to invite him to the banquet.

Caius habitually followed Hastur's orders and sent people away before returning to report the matter to Hastur. "You're already thirty and you're still celebrating your birthday. Do you really think you're a kid who won't grow up?"

Hastur was teasing about this, but he did not refuse the invitation of the Archduke of Southwell this time.

After pretending to be dissatisfied for so long, it is time to meet the Grand Duke of South Wales to see what he wants to do.

Hastur thought for a while and decided to take a few members of the yellow monks with him and take this opportunity to make the Grand Duke of Southwell be honest.

Do you really think that if the Kingdom of Loen declares a full-scale war on the Feysac Empire, he can take the opportunity to take back the rights to the eight ports?
Those are eight small gold mines that generate a lot of money every day.

"Master Earl, do you need me to solve this trouble?"

Caius made a suggestion, his eyes were fierce, and the meaning was very clear. He would lead the members of the monks in yellow to take action to completely solve the Grand Duke of South Wales.

Well, solved in a literal sense.

Hastur waved his hands, "Time is too sensitive, I will go back to Backlund after a while."

"Understood." Caius nodded, with excitement in his tone.

This made Hastur ask him if he had a personal grudge against the Archduke of Southwell?

Caius quickly said, "I just want to share the worries and troubles of the Earl."

"This reason is too old, come up with something new."

With embarrassment on his face, Caius lowered his voice a little and said, "I want to use some things to prove that I am the popular person in front of the Earl."

For a very honest reason, Hastur did not blame him. Thinking about it carefully, Caius is only Sequence 5, and there are many people above him.

In the Extraordinary World, after all, we still believe in the principle of respecting the strong.

"After settling the matter with Grand Duke Southwell, you go to see Mrs. Lisa and ask her to give you some advice. Just say it was my idea."

"Yes!" Caius nodded excitedly.

Hastur waved Caius down, walked to the window and looked in the direction of Backlund.

He had never regarded the Archduke of South Wales as a real opponent. His opponent was in Backlund, in that splendid palace.

The date that George III wants to give a nationwide speech has been set, and that day is the day when George III wants to wait for an opportunity to be promoted to the Sequence 0 Black Emperor.

Although he may not necessarily take the path of the Black Emperor in the later period, it will not do him any good to let George III become the Black Emperor.

Moreover, if George III cooperated with Adam and really allowed him to ascend to the throne of God, he would definitely be against him in the future.

It would be better to join forces with Bernadette, Klein and others to overthrow the throne of George III.

This time things were a bit dangerous. He would return to Backlund after settling the matter with the Archduke of South Wales.

In that kind of chaotic situation, the role of chaos mentor is also of great benefit.

"Meow."

Azshara walked along the edge of the window sill, holding a half-eaten dried fish in her mouth.

Hastur waved his hand, and Azshara hurriedly ate the small half of the dried fish in her mouth.

"..."

Hastur took a step closer and flicked its head, "Will I grab your little dried fish and eat it?"

"Meow!"

Azshara answered in the affirmative.

Then the hair on its head was scuffed into a mess.

Hastur carried the aggrieved Azshara to Sharon's room. She still liked to stand in a place where she could see the scenery outside and play puppet.

At the moment, colorful clouds outside cover the sky over the sea, like an embroidered quilt.

The numerous ships that come and go continuously contribute to the prosperity of the port, and workers carry various goods from different regions at the bustling dock.

Before nightfall, the doors of the pubs along the street were already filled with tables.

Groups of children, laughing from one end of the street to the other end of the street, their laughter can be heard from a long distance.

"I'm going to see the Archduke of South Wales in two days, and then I'm going back to Backlund..."

Hastur held Azshara and stood next to Sharon, telling him what he was going to do next.

He liked this way of getting along very much. Even Azshara yawned comfortably in Hastur's arms and fell asleep. She unconsciously licked her little paws. It must be that she was eating delicious fish in her dream. Dry.

"I haven't been back to Backlund for a long time."

"Well, let's go back together then."

(End of this chapter)