Kapitel 79: Chapter 79: Hastur: I’ve never been one to live off others.
Chapter 79: Hastur: I've never been one to live off others.
Cursed King Balanca! Sharon's heart sank, her expression solemn. She knew of this Cursed King Balanca, who once stood alongside her teacher as one of the leaders of the Rose School.
He is an angel of the indulgent faction!
A Sequence 2 ancient abomination!
It was he who, along with that divine scourge, conspired to overthrow the Rose School, causing even her teacher to fall in that catastrophe.
An angel, secretly arriving in Beckland!
No wonder Hastur always reminded himself to be cautious, to stay in safe places and avoid going out.
She also understood that the Rose School's current visit to Beckland was not aimed at people like her.
This is what he meant by 'a fire at the city gates brings disaster to the fish in the moat.'
"Rest assured, their target is not you. You just need to stay hidden carefully. If all else fails, run to the Church of the Night Goddess for help. I believe they wouldn't dare to be too presumptuous, especially that Cursed King."
Bernadette reassured Sharon not to be too anxious.
"Do you know why they have come to Beckland?"
"Some time ago, they conducted a descent ceremony in West Byron, which was destroyed by the Storm Church in conjunction with the Eternal Sun Church and the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom. Now, their arrival in Beckland might be to seek trouble with the Storm Church."
Sharon pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "I understand them. They wouldn't come to Beckland for such a simple reason as revenge. It must be for something more important."
"Perhaps they are also searching for the followers of the stars." Bernadette sighed.
"The followers of the stars?"
Sharon looked at Bernadette, puzzled and curious, which made Bernadette reach out her hand in mischief again, but Sharon stepped back in time to avoid it.
"You don't need to know too much. It's dangerous. If you hear any related information in the future, don't seek the truth. Just inform me."
"You came to Beckland for this matter?"
"Partly, but more so to relax and unwind."
Bernadette sighed, thinking about recent events.
Fortunately, the Lamp God had been quiet lately, and the Star Sovereign rarely disturbed her in the dead of night, allowing her to relax a lot more.
"Once these people from the Rose School leave, little Sharon, you must accompany me to explore Beckland properly."
Bernadette smiled and extended the invitation, but Sharon refused expressionlessly: "I have a lot of things to do. I don't have the time."
"Don't I know you? Besides being a delicate doll, you love listening to stories."
Bernadette teased: "The sky is clear tonight. I have many fairy tales here. Would you like to stay and listen for a while?"
"No, I'm busy."
Sharon flatly refused and prepared to leave.
Bernadette called out, "I have a few suitable dresses here. Would you like to try them on?"
"…"
Sharon quickened her pace to leave.
"Little Sharon is not as cute as before."
Bernadette sighed and dispersed the fairy tale world around her, sending a pea vine to escort Sharon away.
After Sharon had gone far, Bernadette's gentle expression faded, replaced by a thin layer of frost.
She hadn't told Sharon that the Rose School's people were very likely targeting her this time.
That afternoon, the first mate on the Dawn had sent information that the Rose School's people were brutally searching for the whereabouts of the Dawn and its crew.
Considering the Rose School had an angel infiltrating Beckland, the likelihood that they were targeting her was very high.
It was normal for the Rose School to target her, but she was curious: was that descent ceremony in West Byron really that important?
Otherwise, why would the Rose School adopt an all-out approach against her?
She also thought of the Temperance card mentioned by the Lamp God, which was definitely a trap. Even the Lamp God advised her not to go, lest she fall into it.
What exactly made her so valued by theMother Tree of Desire ?
Why was she targeted to such an extent? Was the Lamp God hiding something? Had the Lamp God made some deal with theMother Tree of Desire at the last gathering of the stars?
Bernadette pondered seriously, feeling more and more that the Wishing Lamp was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.
Handing it over to the Seven Gods Church seemed like the best option, but she was currently the master of the Wishing Lamp.
Once the Wishing Lamp fell into the hands of the Seven Gods Church, they would only need to make one wish, and she would be doomed.
This was also why she had always threatened the Lamp God but never actually took action.
Compared to the Lamp God, the angel from the Rose School seemed less threatening.
Not to mention here in Beckland, even outside, that angel might not be able to defeat her.
It's better to stay in Beckland for a while. Even if that divine scourge truly descends, being in Beckland, she would be able to protect herself.
The next day.
After breakfast, Hastur, carrying a small box with 5800 gold pounds, took a carriage to the Bavat Bank.
He successfully deposited 800 gold pounds and looked at the 1000 gold pounds lying on his account with satisfaction.
At noon, he met Greck at the Beckland Bank and handed over the small box filled with 5000 gold pounds.
Greck had his men secure the gold pounds and said with a smile, "You've gathered this money so quickly; it seems your financial situation has improved a lot recently."
"The earnings from the first half of the year just arrived the other day, which is why I had this spare cash."
"Haha, when do you plan to treat me?"
"When I move into my new home."
Hastur mentioned his upcoming move to the Queen's District.
"King's Road No. 3, I remember your original address was around No. 1 Street, right?"
"Yes, that house isn't something you can get just by helping the police solve a case."
"The deed to that mansion should currently be in the hands of Earl Hall."
"??"
Hastur was momentarily stunned. Would Earl Hall, such a noble, gamble with Voltaire? Wouldn't he be afraid of affecting his reputation?
Greck, seeing Hastur's thoughts, explained with a smile, "Earl Hall bought that mansion from another noble, letting it appreciate in value. It's just a normal investment."
Hastur was relieved and asked curiously, "How much would that house cost?"
Greck held up a finger, "Starting at 100,000 gold pounds."
"…"
Hastur immediately abandoned the idea of buying back his ancestral home.
That was 100,000 gold pounds! He didn't know how long it would take to save up that much money.
Unless he went out to loot and plunder, it would be very difficult to earn that money through his own efforts.
"Don't be in such a hurry; you're still young."
Greck thought for a moment and then whispered, "If you could marry Miss Audrey, I don't think Earl Hall would mind giving you that mansion as a gift."
"…"
Hastur coughed lightly and said, "Greck, as you know, I've never been one to live off others."
"Hastur, Miss Audrey is the brightest jewel of Beckland. Are you really not moved?"
"…"
Hastur didn't want to continue discussing this issue with Greck and instead talked about his plans to open a law firm in the Hillston District.
Greck was very generous about this, saying he had already found a suitable law firm for him in the Hillston District. As soon as the lawyers were in place, they could open immediately.
Ah, it's good to have a friend who is both wealthy and influential.
Hastur checked the time and invited, "It's getting late; let's go out for a meal together."
"I wouldn't want to eat you out of house and home all at once."
"Well, you have a point. Then I'll go have lunch by myself."
"…You'll lose a friend like me over this."
"A friend lost over such a trivial matter isn't a true friend."
Greck laughed and let Hastur lead the way, ready to enjoy a good meal.
After lunch, Hastur went to Beckland University and borrowed two language-related books from the library.
One was on ancient Guehmes language, and the other on Giant language, both works of passion by some of the old professors at Beckland University.
Checking the time and seeing there was still a while before Professor Folan's class ended, Hastur stayed in the library to read quietly.
Near five in the afternoon, Professor Folan finally finished teaching.
The two went to the restaurant together, and when Hastur mentioned opening a new law firm in the Hillston District, Professor Folan's eyes were filled with envy.
When he had just graduated from Beckland University, he too had wanted to open a law firm in the bustling commercial district of Hillston in Beckland.
But the required funds were too high, and having money wasn't enough; connections were also needed. The courts wouldn't easily allow an ordinary lawyer to set up a firm in such a place.
Hastur spread his hands, "Can't help it, my friend is very good at making money."
Professor Folan leaned in and said, "Aren't we friends too?"
"Cough, I think you're overestimating my financial situation."
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"If we're talking about financial situations, you definitely have more money than I do."
Professor Folan is a man of many roles: a lecturer at Beckland University, owner of his own law firm, named partner at two other firms, and legal advisor to at least five companies.
With an annual income that, if not 10,000 gold pounds, is certainly upwards of 5,000 gold pounds.
The two chatted for a while longer, and in the end, Professor Folan offered to find two suitable lawyers for the new law firm. Together with Hastur and himself, that would make four lawyers.
Enough to get through the initial stages of the law firm.
Ah, the power of connections is truly formidable.
(End of Chapter)
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