Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 492 The almost delayed Tarot session
Backlund, House of Earl Hall.

The sun's rays gradually setting in the west were projected from the other end of the mountain, shrouding the beech trees, glowing with golden color, like a piece of gold waving in front of the eyes.

Susie, who had her books confiscated and was lying on the grass taking a nap out of boredom, glanced at Audrey, who occasionally looked at her asking for help.

It knows what Audrey wants to do now. Monday afternoon is an extremely mysterious day for Audrey. She always makes excuses to hide alone in her room or the bathroom.

Unfortunately, today, Mr. Hastur came, and the two of them were chatting happily. The time gradually pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon. Audrey wanted to get up and leave in the middle of the day, heading to the bathroom, but she felt that it would take such a long time to dry Hastur. Mr. Ta's behavior was too rude, and she didn't want to pretend to faint in front of Mr. Hastur, so she could only ask for her help.

It did not start to act immediately, but still lay lazily on the grass. It was not until Audrey gave it a promise to return the collected books that it lazily turned over and stood up.

It walked towards Hastur's feet with elegant steps, raised its hind legs, and prepared to pour a little less elegant liquid on Hastur's feet.

This behavior is very rude, especially for him, but it is a very effective method.

Once successful, Mr. Hasta will definitely leave and end today's talks.

Originally, it was intended to pretend that it accidentally bumped the corner of the table, causing the table to tilt, so that the cup of hot tea would fall on Mr. Hastur's clothes.

But it knew very well that with Mr. Hastur's ability, it would be able to avoid such a small accident.

Audrey's cheeks were red. She knew Susie's intention, but she did not remind Mr. Hastur. Such willful behavior made her feel that her conscience was being slightly condemned.

But to Susie and Audrey's dismay, Hastur just stood up from his position and took two steps in Audrey's direction.

He reached out and caressed Audrey's head, brushing away the yellowed leaves that had fallen from her hairpin at some point.

This move was a bit intimate, and Audrey just sat quietly, her face blushing a little more, and she let Hastur's fingers gently brush her ears.

"Oh, Susie, how could you be so rude in front of Mr. Hastur?"

When Hastur looked away and looked at the golden pool of water under his seat, Audrey spoke first, scolded Susie, and asked the maid to take Susie down.

"Mr. Hastur, let's leave here first."

"Well, okay." Hastur nodded and looked at Susie who lowered her head and twitched her ears. "Susie, I believe you didn't mean it. It was just an accident, wasn't it?"

Susie's head hung lower, and she knew that Mr. Hastur had noticed that her rude behavior just now was intentional.

"Isn't Mr. Hastur busy this afternoon?"

"I'm not busy, I just want to come and talk to you more."

The corners of Audrey's mouth raised slightly, but when she thought that the time was almost approaching the start of the Tarot Club, she began to feel secretly anxious.

Although Mr. Fool said that if you happen to encounter something, you can postpone your response and go to Gray Mist to attend the Tarot Club later.

Miss Justice has always been a role model in the Tarot Club. Being late is a very rude thing for her.

But she couldn't think of any good way to reject Mr. Hastur.

Alas, if that doesn't work, I can only choose between pretending to go to the bathroom or deliberately wetting my clothes.

In fact, Susie should have bumped into the corner of the table on her side just now, and she would not dodge the cup of hot tea.

Although this seems a bit embarrassing, it can at least buy yourself time to participate in the Tarot Club.

"The good times always fly by very quickly. It should be three o'clock now, right?"

As the two were walking along the path, Hastur suddenly spoke, and the maid accompanying them reported the accurate time, which was only a quarter of an hour before three o'clock.

There was almost no time... Audrey rarely felt anxious in her heart.

"Audrey, are you still thinking about what happened to Susie just now?"

"Uh, yes, it was so rude just now. It used to be very well-behaved."

"We should allow it to make a few mistakes."

Mr. Hastur, I also want to make some mistakes in moderation. You should also understand my difficulties, right?
Audrey thought quietly in her heart.

Hasta looked at Audrey's inadvertent little expression with great interest. Seeing that she was in trouble, he couldn't bear to tease her any more.

"I'm feeling a little tired. Can I rest here for a while?"

"Of course." Audrey's eyes lit up instantly, twinkling.

Maybe she felt that her words contained too obvious a pleasant tone, so Audrey added with slightly red cheeks: "I'm also a little tired."

Soon, under the leadership of the maid, Audrey returned to her room, while Hastur went to the guest room.

Countess Hall had already prepared a special guest room for him at home.

As soon as she returned to her room, Audrey quickly made an excuse and asked the maids to guard the door. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Fortunately, the hands just pointed to three o'clock.

She had just laid down on the bed, without even pulling up the quilt, when she heard the familiar voice of Mr. Fool.

"Mr. Fool, good afternoon~"

Today's Miss Justice is also so perfect.

Audrey glanced at everyone in the Tarot Club with a guilty conscience. She almost delayed the Tarot Club because of her love just now.

Fortunately, everything was resolved perfectly.

……

After finishing this week's Tarot session, Audrey hummed a little tune, got up from the bed, turned in a beautiful circle in front of the full-length mirror, and then opened the door, but did not see Susie. The maids said, Susie is in Mr. Hastur's room.

She thought for a while, then went to the kitchen to order a dessert that Mr. Hastur liked better, and then went to Mr. Hastur's room.

Before she opened the door and went in, she heard Mr. Hastur and Susie talking quietly.

"Oh, Susie, we should be considerate of Audrey. Everyone should have their own thoughts. This is a legal right."

"Wang."

"Do you want to say whether the promise Audrey just made to you can be fulfilled?"

"Wang."

"I think so. She won't be so harsh on you, even if you really messed up just now."

Hearing this, Audrey's face turned red, she almost covered her face with her hands, and turned around to leave.

What he had instructed Susie to do was actually known to Mr. Hastur. How should he face him?

At least not today.

Audrey glanced at the desserts that had been served, took a few deep breaths, and then asked the maid to knock on the door and enter.

The maid put down the desserts and left. Susie also showed an expression that I understood very well, voluntarily left the room, and even urged the maids to close the door.

"Mr. Hastur..."

Audrey was like a little girl who had done something wrong, feeling uneasy.

If Susie was in the room, she could open up the conversation and break the silence by scolding Susie.

But Susie has already eliminated this possibility, and now it is getting smarter and smarter.

It almost made her wonder, was Susie's mistake just now a real mistake?
……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Hastur left Earl Hall's house satisfied.

Audrey, who was shy and guilty, finally sat on his lap and fed him the bowl of sweet soup as apology.This made Hasta couldn't help but wonder whether he would specifically choose Monday afternoons to visit in the future. After all, teasing Audrey like this was a very interesting thing.

It's just that this seems a bit sorry for Audrey...but thinking of Audrey's shy and cute look just now...this can be regarded as a kind of fun.

At night, Hastur sat in his study and began to look through the spoils he got last night, all the contents of the Fool's Tarot Card, from the Sequence 9 Seer to the Sequence 0 Fool.

He originally just wanted to make an attempt to see if he could use that time spell to locate the foggy town so that he could observe it from the Hall of Stars.

The result of the attempt was very vague. The goddess of the night had great power there and attracted a lot of attention. He could only roughly perceive what happened to Klein, and other aspects were covered by the darkness.

When he sensed that Klein saw An Banyu sitting on the ancient chair, before the power of the spell disappeared, he tried to take away the Fool's Tarot Card to satisfy his desire to collect 22 Tarot Cards. Complete set of addictions.

After all, I've come here, and if I don't take something away, I always feel a little bit shortchanged.

But in the end, he was intercepted by the goddess of the night, otherwise An Banyu would not have stopped his actions, and his condition was really bad.

After reading the contents of the Fool's Tarot Card, Hastur tapped his fingers on the table. He was thinking about whether to reveal the information about these contents to Klein.

But the goddess of the night let herself enter the foggy town last night, and her attitude towards herself and the yellow monk organization was pretty good in the past.

Do you want to interfere with his overtures and wooing of Klein?

"Don't worry yet. Just collecting the extraordinary materials of the Magician and digesting them will be enough for Klein to keep him busy for a while."

After solving this matter, there is only one other thing left, Zarath.

His clone also left the foggy town, successfully merged with his own body, regained consciousness, and was no longer crazy.

You should also find a better time to beat or scare Him.

How about dressing up as Amon...

Hastur was thinking, Azshara slipped in from the window, jumped on Hastur's lap and smelled it, her small nose twitching.

It smells like that big yellow dog again!

"Meow?"

Azshara raised her eyes pitifully, and gently rubbed her cheek against Hastur's thigh.

"What's wrong? I haven't restricted you from eating dried fish recently."

"Meow..." Azshara made an aggrieved voice.

This problem is much more serious than eating small dried fish. It feels that its status is being threatened.

At first, it thought the big yellow dog was quite stupid, but after actually getting in contact with it for a while, it realized that it was no ordinary dog.

It is an extraordinary dog, and he has taken the magic potion just like himself.

Not only can he talk, but he also likes to read books and is diligent and enterprising. He is also very good at observing people's emotions and trying to please his master.

In comparison, it is very lazy. Of course, it is impossible to work hard. The most you can do is act cute to maintain your life.

"Don't think too much, I only raised you as a kitten." Hastur petted Azshara's head lovingly.

"Meow." Azshara happily rubbed her head against Hastur's palm.

But soon, its eyes widened slightly.

The owner only has one cat, but he also only has one dog.

"Meow..." It lay on its owner's lap and fell into melancholy thought.

"Azshara, are you missing Sharon?" Hastur said to himself: "It's been a long time since I last saw her. You know, she always likes to be shy, and then hides in the mirror alone and doesn't come out. .”

"Meow?" Azshara really wants to tell her master that she doesn't miss Miss Sharon that much now, and it's been less than three days since Miss Sharon last left, right?
"Okay, I listen to you. We will pick her up tomorrow and then take you to the spirit world."

"Meow……"

Azshara fell into even more melancholy contemplation.

……

Backlund is still very quiet today, just like the gray weather above his head, silent.

Leonard was sitting in his office in Qiao Wood District. Just like the gray weather outside, he was struggling with one thing.

Two days ago, someone secretly broke into St. Samuel's Church and touched the inside of Chanis' gate. However, the church did not notice anything. This was a serious dereliction of duty, and it disturbed the goddess's sleep.

Archbishop Anthony was furious about this and sent many people to start a careful investigation of the surrounding area.

When he learned about this incident, his first reaction was that it must have been done by an old guy named Dawn Downstad. He went to St. Samuel's Church every day when he had nothing to do, so he must not be holding back any good ideas.

It stands to reason that he should report this suspicious person to his superiors, but the relationship between Dawn Downstairs and Klein is very delicate, and he is worried about Dawn Downstairs' strength, so he has been struggling.

"Old man, what do you think I should do?"

“What do you think distinguishes curly baboons from humans?”

"Look?"

"No, it's thinking."

"..." Leonard sighed, "Old man, I'm just afraid that after reporting him, he will report you back."

"I don't need to worry about this." Before Leonard could say anything, another old man's voice came out, "Do you think the goddess of the night really knows nothing about my existence?"

"So it is."

Leonard thought for a while and decided to talk to Klein first before talking.

However, he could only passively wait for Klein to come to him in his dream.

He no longer had the Insect of Time to pay for the way he entered the dreamland before.

"Hasta should know Klein's specific contact information."

In the afternoon, Leonard wore a black coat and took a carriage to Queens.

"You want to report Shane Downstadt?"

After hearing Leonard's purpose, Hastur almost couldn't help laughing.

Going to Klein to ask if he should report Shane Downstad, doesn't this mean that Klein is asking him to report himself?

"Hasta, do you also know that Dawn Downstairs?"

"know."

"Is it ripe?"

"Very familiar."

"Then do you think I should report him?"

"I think this issue should be left to Klein to worry about. After all, you are so troubled because of him."

At night, the familiar dream appeared again.

Leonard got his wish and saw Klein, the complete Klein.

(End of this chapter)