Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 95 Looking up at the starry sky, as tiny as an ant

For example, the classic sentence: The taste of a witch is really good.

It came from Roselle's personal experience. Intis' amorous feelings and the absurdity among the nobles are vividly reflected in Roselle.

If there is a chance in the future, Hastur will also plan to write a diary full of the famous saying that the taste of a witch is really good.

It is estimated that it can bring quite a shock to the heart of the young Mister Fool.

Hastur just thought about it for a moment, and the corner of his mouth couldn't hide his smile. He could already imagine Klein's disgusted and helpless expression.

This is all for later things. For now, let’s stop here and continue to imitate if necessary.

Hastur thought for a moment, dried the ink on the Roselle diary he copied, and then took out the original manuscript left by Roselle, and put it on the table for comparison.

Well, my handwriting is much prettier than Roselle's, and I can tell it's a copy at a glance.

But for Miss Audrey, there is not much difference between the two, as long as there is a page full of content.

When she went to a meeting in Origin Castle, she just memorized the shapes of these words, and then wrote them in her own handwriting, which had nothing to do with her.

After confirming that there were no omissions, Hastur placed the forged Roselle diary on the top, and locked them together in the drawer.

Having completed a major event, Hastur checked the time, went to the bathroom to take a bath, and then went back to his room to rest.

The next day until eight o'clock in the evening, Audrey hadn't come to share the experience of Roselle's diary, which made Hasta a little disappointed.

On the contrary, it was Sharon who appeared in his study, which instantly improved his mood a lot.

This time, Sharon was still hiding in the mirror, and Hastur could only sit on the opposite sofa to communicate with her.

Hastur somewhat regretted putting a sofa in front of the mirror.

If she hadn't been so well prepared, Miss Sharron would have chatted with herself face to face, instead of hiding in the mirror and only hearing the voice.

"The people of the Rose School of Thought have left Backlund, and Maric and I need to go out after a while."

"How should I contact you when something happens?"

"You can reach me by writing."

Hastur pretended that he didn't quite understand the meaning, and asked curiously, "I don't know where you are, so how can I deliver the letter to you?"

In the mirror, Sharon showed her own figure, staring at Hastur with azure eyes, not revealing his not-so-serious acting skills.

Reaching out and throwing a copper whistle from the mirror to Hastur, he said calmly: "You are already a barbarian of Sequence 8, and you have also mastered spiritual vision. As long as you blow this copper whistle, you can summon my own spirit. World Messenger, write the letter, hand it directly, and it will automatically bring the letter to me."

It's been a long time since I said such a long content at once.

Sharon glanced at Hastur, and Hastur coughed guiltyly, pretending that he had fully understood.

When it comes to acting, you have to play a full set.

"It's really convenient, I also want to summon a messenger that belongs to me."

Faced with Hastan's undisguised thoughts, Sharon knew that he was waiting for her to speak the words that taught him how to summon the messenger.

"there will be chances in the future."

"..."

Hastur was stunned for a moment and blinked, isn't his mind obvious enough?
Sharon pretended not to see Hastur's sign, and said indifferently: "Your current sequence is too low, wait until you are promoted to Sequence 7."

"Sharon, you have learned badly now."

"I learn it from you."

"..."

Hastur sighed, who made himself not serious about acting just now.

"Before trying to summon the messenger, you'd better learn some relevant knowledge, be careful, and don't make mistakes." Sharon still kindly reminded.

Although the ceremony of summoning the messengers of the spirit world is not complicated, there are always some unlucky people who encounter uncontrollable accidents, which lead to tragedies.

"I'm not very familiar with this aspect, and I need a Beyonder who is proficient in this aspect to teach me."

"You can ask Maric for advice."

After speaking, Sharon's figure disappeared from the mirror.

"..."

Hastur turned on his spirit vision and scanned around, only to find that Sharon had completely left.

"Yes, let you not tell the truth at first."

Hastur smiled helplessly.

He still understands the knowledge of summoning messengers from the spirit world, but he doesn't want to try it now.

For one thing, among the people he knows, only Sharon needs to be contacted at present, and the messenger is not very useful.

Second, he worried about causing unnecessary changes.

With Origin Castle in his body, Klein can attract an angel to take the initiative to be his messenger.

He also has the Hall of Stars whose personality is no lower than Origin Castle. Once the summoning ceremony is held, something might come.

With his current strength of Sequence 8, it is impossible to suppress possible accidents.

In case a malicious messenger from the spirit world was recruited, all he needed to do was punch him, and he would probably say goodbye to this world.

It's better to wait for him to advance to the Middle Sequence before attempting to summon the messenger. Well, this is also because he is afraid that inviting an overly powerful messenger will scare Miss Sharon.

In this regard, I am still very caring.

Hastur thought a lot to himself, got up and went to the window, opened the window, and let in the wind.

Backlund tonight is still shrouded in the light of the crimson moon, and the stars in the sky are emitting faint and dense light.

After looking at the stars for a while, Hastur couldn't help but think of the Hall of Stars.

If the gaze of the outer gods in the starry sky can directly penetrate the initial barrier, is the gaze of the king in yellow staring in his direction?

He is staring at himself step by step into the script he has written from a condescending overlooking perspective.

It was as if he was sitting in the Hall of Stars, looking at the lamp god with a bird's-eye view.

"Each star represents an Outer God..."

Hastur somewhat understood how Luo Ji, who had just realized the law of the dark forest, looked up at the stars in the starry sky.

Fear and powerlessness.

It was as if an ant raised its head and stared at a giant that was far beyond reach and rival.

Their situation may be worse than that of ants.

After all, the ants still have a chance to climb on the giant, and they are separated from the stars by a bright starry sky.

Difficult to cross.

"It would be nice to find the star that represents the king in yellow."

"In this way, I can also observe the daily life of the king in yellow from a bird's-eye view."

"It's a pity that every time I am promoted, the stars that light up in the Hall of Stars are not chosen by myself."

Hastur thought for a while, then closed the window again.

Although this is Queens, you still have to be careful of Mr. A knocking on the window in the middle of the night.

Especially during this time, Mr. A became active again.

……

In the early morning, after breakfast, Hastur took a carriage to a club.

The Gordon Club, which was recommended by Greck to him, is equivalent to a modern fighting club, mainly for practicing some fighting skills.

Although he had been promoted to a barbarian for a while, he hadn't systematically learned any power-generating skills, and fighting relied purely on brute force.

Although this is very suitable for the performance of the barbarian, he also has to learn how to protect himself in the face of some really powerful characters.

For example, which part is more deadly to hit, how to dodge when someone punches you, how to counteract a sneak attack from behind... There is still a lot to learn.

And proper exercise can also unearth the stronger potential of the barbarian body.

The only disadvantage is that the annual fee of this club is 100 gold pounds, and you need someone to recommend you to join, which is equivalent to the exclusive circle of nobles.

The instructors here are all retired military officers from the front line of the kingdom, and their level is quite high.

After paying the fee, Hasta attracted the attention of many people as soon as he entered the club.

Thin, with little flesh on his arms, and a good-looking flamboyant.

This is the first impression most people have of him.

"I have obviously grown a lot during this time."

Hastur felt sorry for himself in his heart.

A tall instructor with a shaved head and exposed arm muscles came forward and introduced the basic situation of the club to Hasta.

Members enjoy high rights here, they can freely choose an instructor to teach themselves, and they can change at any time if they feel unsuitable.

Every time I come to exercise, it is a one-on-one service, and there will be no situation where one instructor teaches many members at the same time.

In addition to the fighting course, there is also a firearms course here, basically all the firearms of the Loen Kingdom are available here, with unlimited bullets, no need to pay extra

As for the basic things like drinks and food, they are all provided by the club for free.

In addition to this, there are many other conveniences, but those Hasturs do not have a deep understanding.

He directly signed up for two courses, one in fighting and one in firearms.

As for exercising his own muscles with equipment, he really didn't have that idea.

He is very satisfied with his current body and does not need to exercise to become a muscular man.

The person in charge of teaching him is called Instructor Heyman, codenamed Moray.

Listening to his introduction, he himself is like an eel in the sea.

On the surface, it looks like a delicious and delicious ordinary eel, but it is actually an electric eel with powerful attacks.

Moray, cough, Instructor Heyman's teaching is rigorous, and it can be seen that he has been trained in the army for many years.

Hastur has a poor foundation, and this kind of basic teaching suits him well.

After practicing for half an hour, Instructor Heyman asked Hasta to stop and rest first.

Looking around him, he said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to look thin and weak, and your basic physical fitness is pretty good."

"I don't grow much flesh by nature, and I belong to a lean physique."

Hastur made an excuse casually to cover up his barbarian physical problems.

In the end, in order not to attract the attention of others, he only practiced for an hour before going to practice firearms.

(End of this chapter)