Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 80 Mr. A: The night never sheltered you
boom!
In the middle of the night, there was a roar in the dock area.

The sound was loud, as if thunder had descended into the world, constantly beating on the surface of the sea.

Hastur woke up from his sleep, and after a while, he got up and got out of bed, turned on the brightest light, walked to the window and opened it, looking solemnly at the direction of the dock area.

The weather is fine tonight, the crimson moon shines down, covering the surrounding houses as far as the eye can see with a light red blanket.

But in the distance, there seemed to be black clouds gathering in the sky towards the dock area, and the muffled thunder exploded, making people's hearts pounding with every sound, making it difficult to fall asleep.

It looked like it was thundering and raining on the quayside.

But Hastur understood that this phenomenon was unusual.

That was the vision produced by high-sequence powerhouses fighting, and his spirituality was trembling slightly, as if reminding him not to approach that place.

Has Bernadette fought against people from the Rose School of Thought?
It may be more than that, the wind and thunder are so fast, maybe people from the Church of Storms have already gone to join the battle.

Based on his understanding of the Church of the Seven Gods, they will first be hostile to the current Rose School, and then target Bernadette.

"I hope Miss Sharron and the others are not with Bernadette at the moment, otherwise they will definitely be affected."

Hasta is a little worried about the current situation of Sharon and Maric. The action of the high-sequence powerhouses of the Rose School of thought may cause corresponding changes in this path.

Sharon and Maric's aura may no longer be hidden from them.

As long as a strong demigod notices them, it will be a fierce battle.

But he can't do anything at the moment, he can only pray that Miss Sharron and the others stay not far from St. Samuel's Church.

After watching the battle silently for a while, Hastur found that the battle in the dock area tonight was not too intense, and the battle location might be on the sea.

Hastur looked at it for a while, and could only see black clouds and lightning twinkling and twinkling, but nothing else could be seen clearly.

He gently closed the window, ready to lie back on the bed and continue to rest.

When he just walked to the bed, the window was blown open with a bang, and the two windows kept making rattling noises.

Unusual wind!
The feeling of deja vu!
Hastur sensed something was wrong, so he took two quick steps, grabbed a cane, and drew out the sword in the cane at the same time, staring at the window with unkind eyes.

The strong wind is still howling, like a normal natural phenomenon.

Hastur did not step forward to close the window, and still maintained the highest vigilance, while retreating towards the door.

In my heart, I quickly thought about what rules should be formulated to ensure my own safety.

Suddenly, a figure came along with the strong wind, floating outside the window.

With the help of the light in the room, Hastur could clearly see the figure outside.

He looks handsome in appearance, with delicate features, fair skin, thin body, and his temperament is a bit like a clerical worker.

Only his eyes were particularly noticeable, with eagerness in his eyes, and he looked at everything around him unscrupulously.

Mr. A!

The first name that came to mind in Hastur's heart!

He really didn't expect that Mr. A would come to his house at this time!

It is estimated that the Nighthawks were transferred to the dock area tonight to maintain order and participate in the battle, which gave Mr. A a chance to move freely.

Seeing that Mr. A didn't speak, he just stared at himself, as if he was admiring a piece of porcelain with excellent appearance.

Hastur has already retreated to the door. Once Mr. A makes any changes, he can break through the door immediately, and then shout for help.

If it didn't work, he called out the honorable name of Lord of Storms.

Maybe tonight's battle has caused the Lord of Storms to turn his attention to Backlund.

"Mr. A, long time no see, what's the matter for visiting late at night?"

Hastur felt that it was necessary for him to say hello first, after all Mr. A had already expressed his kindness last time.

Although that gift of kindness is a bit oozing.

"You are indeed extraordinary."

When Mr. A spoke, his tone was calm and not crazy or irritable at all.

"I'm just an ordinary little nobleman."

"The last time I attended a party, I was also wearing a mask. How did you recognize me at first glance?"

"..."

It was difficult for Hastur to answer, and he was nervous for a moment, which made him forget this point, so that Mr. A caught the flaw in his words.

By the way, isn't Mr. A crazy about beauties?
How do you say it, is it justified?

"I have been good at observation since I was a child. I can roughly imagine what a person looks like through his appearance."

This was nonsense, and Hastur himself did not believe it.

"It turns out that this is the case, your talent is indeed very good."

"..."

Hastur was stunned again. He no longer knew what level Mr. A's IQ was, and he would even believe such an obvious lie.

"Just a little trick, not worth mentioning."

Hastur chuckled, hoping to get the subject off the ground.

"I came here to ask you something."

"whats the matter?"

"Would you like to join us?"

"...I am already a follower of the Evernight Goddess."

Hastur declined again. He couldn't figure out Mr. A's intention at all, how could he choose to join the Aurora Society.

"The night never sheltered you."

Mr. A's words are bold but seem to mean something.

"I won't be easily shaken in my faith."

"maybe."

Mr. A took a deep look at Hastur, and then drove away in a gust of wind, and he closed the window smoothly.

In terms of closing the windows smoothly, Hastur can give Mr. A a big five-star praise.

"call……"

Hastur took a deep breath, and the tension in his heart relaxed.

He thought that Mr. A came to the door late at night to settle accounts with him, but he didn't expect that he just said a few words.

This is too strange, even if Mr. A is really crazy, why would he behave like this?
Come late at night, just to ask yourself if you want to join the Aurora Society?

Is he such a zealous preacher?

Hastur has confidence in his appearance, but isn't his appearance alone enough to make Mr. A do such a thing?

And what is the meaning of Mr. A's sentence "the night has not sheltered you"?
The goddess of the night has never protected herself, so has the real creator ever protected herself?

This is no joke.

Wait a minute, the shelter of the true creator?

Hastur's heart was inexplicably moved, and he frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't remember which existence he prayed to when the original owner held the resurrection ceremony.

Part of the memory of that night seemed to be erased.

Otherwise, with my own memory, it is impossible not to remember such crucial information.

Could it be that the original owner held the resurrection ceremony to pray to the true Creator?
Moreover, the real creator also provided a certain shelter for the original owner?
impossible?

There was a wave of waves in Hastur's heart, which was more exciting than Mr. A's visit tonight!

The original owner is just an ordinary person who has not even entered the extraordinary world. Even if he prays to the real creator, there is a high probability that he will go crazy directly, and a small probability that he will die directly.

It is impossible to attract the eyes of the true Creator, let alone obtain His protection!
He must have been made suspicious by Mr. A's appearance, so he guessed randomly.

Hastur took a few deep breaths, calming down his restless mood slowly.

Glancing at the lamp, which was constantly emitting bright light, Hastur chose to keep it on.

He walked to the bed, put the sword in the staff where he could easily take it, and then went to lie down on the bed.

After being disturbed by Mr. A, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Well, if this continues, I don't know if Mr. A is crazy or not, but I will definitely go crazy."

"Could it be Mr. A's real purpose to drive himself crazy? Wow, Mr. A is really scheming!"

"We still have to move to Queens as soon as possible. I believe it will be difficult for Mr. A to knock on the window in the middle of the night at that time."

Hastur dreamed so much that he did not fall asleep until dawn.

But he didn't sleep for long when he was woken up by the maid knocking on the door.

He yawned and lay on the bed for another ten minutes before getting up.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up and take another bath before I felt refreshed.

After going downstairs for dinner, the housekeeper Neil came to report what the family had done recently and how many maid workers had been recruited.

Hastur originally wanted to interview these new maids and workers in person, but felt that it was too troublesome, and finally handed over all these matters to Butler Neil.

Now, things at home are on the right track, even if there are a few moths with malicious intentions, it doesn't matter much.

He just needs to find a random time and make a rule to make them all show up.

After nine o'clock, Hastur went out in a carriage.

He needs to go to the Hillston area and find someone to renovate his law office.

For example, the style of the law firm, the charging standards for ordinary cases and commercial cases, and whether to have a big reward when opening the business, all need to be handled by him personally.

He originally wanted to ask Lecturer Furren for help with these matters, but Lecturer Furren has been busy with lectures recently and has little free time.

It is said that Professor Wayne assigned him a lot of extracurricular homework, which kept him busy every day.

With no one to command, Hastur had to do the work himself.

In the afternoon, Manager Harley heard that he was going to open a law firm here, so he passed by here to have a look.

"Are you usually not busy in the afternoon?"

"If there are no customers, it is generally very leisurely."

"It's good to be free."

Hastur's face was full of smiles, and then Manager Harley was here to help until seven o'clock in the evening.

(End of this chapter)