Kapitel 459: Chapter 459: Sharon: So, Have I Been Robbed?
Chapter 459: Sharon: So, Have I Been Robbed?
"You're back?"
"Yes, I'm back."
"What about Miss Audrey?"
"She returned to Backlund."
"Was the trip exciting?"
"Not bad."
A brief conversation took place in a room within the Hastur family's countryside castle.
Sharon, not fond of crowds, returned to the castle with Aisala after Hastur and the others left Punin Harbor.
In the bright room, the golden rays of the setting sun gradually seeped in. Sharon, standing by the window with her back to Hastur, watched the scenery outside. The hem of her black court dress swayed gently in the breeze.
After a few short sentences, Sharon fell silent. Hastur, meanwhile, took out various dried fish from the Hope and fed the gluttonous Aisala while inquiring about their lives during this period.
Aisala rolled her eyes at him, grabbed a few pieces of dried fish, and left the room, leaving Hastur and Sharon alone.
"Let's go to the spirit world," Hastur said, walking to Sharon's side.
"For what?"
"To see your teacher."
"And then?"
"To discuss some matters with her."
"What matters?"
"The lifelong affairs of her most outstanding student."
Sharon was silent for a moment. "What about Miss Audrey?"
It was the same topic as before, but although Sharon's expression remained unchanged, her tone was entirely different.
"I'll be going to Backlund in a while."
"So, have I been robbed?"
"???"
Hearing such words from Sharon left Hastur momentarily stunned. With a peculiar expression, he asked, "Sharon, where did you hear that?"
Given Sharon's personality, how could she suddenly say something so straightforward?
Did she even know what it truly meant?
"Roselle's writings."
"..."
Hastur was silent for a long time before finally saying, "That's not a serious book. You'd better not read it anymore."
Serious people don't write diaries, and serious people don't write books.
In the end, Sharon did not go to the spirit world with Hastur.
...
April 1st, some time had passed since Hastur returned to Punin Harbor.
During the day, he handled various affairs while inviting Sharon to go out for walks. At night, he roamed the Ruen Kingdom as the Star Container.
The Lost, those who had lost their spiritual support, were better managed by the Star Container than by him.
However, the digestion of the Sequence 4 potion was not as fast as before. Hastur estimated that it would take until the end of the year to fully digest the Lost potion.
This speed was acceptable because he expected to advance quickly to Sequence 3 Lightbringer and Sequence 2 Star Attendant.
At night, in the Hall of Stars, Hastur calmly looked at the Mother Tree of Desire, the Lord of the Stars, the Lamp God, the High-Dimensional Overseer , and the Primordial Hunger.
During this star council meeting, he did not express any opinions, merely watching them discuss various matters.
None of the matters were particularly important.
The only noteworthy issues were the entanglement between the Lord of the Stars and the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the chase between the High-Dimensional Overseer and Amon in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
From the tone of the High-Dimensional Overseer, it seemed that Amon might have quietly left the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Regarding the Feysac Empire mentioned earlier by Ouroboros, neither the Mother Tree of Desire nor the other entities brought it up, indicating their lack of interest in the Feysac Empire's affairs.
Hastur also did not inquire about the recent actions of the Fallen Mother Goddess and her faction.
After all, his persona was that everything was under the watchful eyes of the stars, with nothing beyond his observation.
The star council ended, and only the Lamp God seemed to be in a good mood.
It was likely related to Bernadette's recent plans to establish a pirate kingdom on the sea. No one knew more about this extraordinary pathway than he did.
This significance was enough to elevate his status significantly with Bernadette.
When all the outer gods and ancient beings dispersed, Hastur sat alone in the Hall of Stars for a while before descending into the body of the Star Container.
...
Tingen City, the quiet and ordinary Tingen City at night, still had beggars sleeping under street lamps and the sounds of revelry in front of bars.
But it was peaceful and calm. Without frequent mysterious events, the security issues were just minor troubles, not even requiring the intervention of the Night Watchers.
Their daily lives now mostly involved drinking tea, reading newspapers, occasionally taking on small tasks to improve their economic situation, and relaxing at night, often sitting outside bars, drinking beer, and reflecting on another peaceful day in Tingen City.
Dunn was still the captain of the Night Watcher team here. Unlike before, two new Sequence 9 Beyonders had been transferred here, along with a lucky survivor of a mysterious incident.
"Such a night is wonderful."
Dunn sat outside a bar near the Blackthorn Security Company, savoring the beer and watching the two newcomers across from him compete in drinking.
Tonight was Saturday, a day when they could occasionally relax a bit.
As they drank and the atmosphere grew lively, a new member complained about having nothing to do recently, only drinking tea and reading newspapers, which was far from the mysterious world life he had envisioned.
Dunn smiled and told him that ordinary days were the most precious treasure in the mysterious world.
Another new member curiously asked about the major event that had shocked the entire Ruen Kingdom. They wanted to hear Dunn, the captain who had survived, personally recount the now-classified extraordinary incident.
"Knowing too much is not a good thing. You need to learn to restrain your curiosity."
Dunn shook his head, refusing to tell the story. Although he often forgot many things, some things he would always remember.
Not far away, at a table, a middle-aged man silently sipping beer watched them with a calm and gentle gaze.
When Dunn and the others left the bar, he put down 2 soules and 2 pence for the beer, got up, lowered his hat brim, and walked along the street bathed in dim light, step by step returning to the beginning.
As dawn broke, more and more vendors appeared on the streets, loudly hawking their goods.
"Come, come, delicious fried fish!"
"Fresh and hot oyster soup, a bowl in the morning keeps you energized all day."
"Fresh fish from the port, only five pence each."
"Little muffins, eel soup with ginger beer."
"Sea snails, sea snails, sea snails!"
The familiar cries warmed the heart of the middle-aged man wandering the streets at night.
He looked around, then smiled slightly and ordered a fried fish, a bowl of oyster soup, a muffin, a dish of boiled sea snails, and a ginger beer...
He had always wanted to try everything at this stall, and today, his wish was fulfilled.
Drinking ginger beer in the morning was indeed a bit luxurious.
After finishing his overly sumptuous breakfast, he ordered a lemon pudding and ate it as he walked.
When he passed by the Blackthorn Security Company again, he took off his hat and bowed slightly in that direction, seemingly saying something only he could hear.
Putting his hat back on, he hailed a carriage to the steam train station and bought a ticket to Backlund.
Backlund, the City of Hope, he was heading there once again.
Having lived a life of drifting at sea, he felt it was time to return to Backlund and enjoy life.
Hmm, this time, he would be a noble.
What name should he choose?
Dawn Dantes, that name seemed nice.
As for his identity, he would be a mysterious wealthy man from the Disi Bay who believed in the everNight Goddess.
He had sold his land and mines and was coming to Backlund to seek new opportunities, with an interest in acquiring a noble title through donations.
This was just the first layer of his identity, to deal with the official Beyonders. He needed a less respectable identity to better evade their scrutiny.
Every wealthy person accumulates their fortune through less than honorable means.
He would be a secret adventurer who had ventured to the East and West Bylons of the Southern Continent for ten years, amassing a considerable fortune through not-so-legitimate means.
Returning to Backlund this time was to settle down and enjoy his retirement.
In Backlund, such wealthy individuals were not uncommon, and his dual identity should suffice for routine inspections.
The journey from Tingen City to Backlund would take some time, allowing him to further refine his dual identity.
As the rain pattered against the window and the fog enveloped the path ahead, the steam train slowed down to avoid slipping and causing an accident.
Klein put aside his miscellaneous thoughts, turned sideways, and looked out the window.
Outside the window, the world of rain and fog was hazy and blurred.
But faintly, he saw a long procession holding oil lamps, their dim light piercing through the gray fog.
Strangely, every member of the procession wore yellow robes and hoods, covering their faces. One hand held an oil lamp, while the other clutched a book tightly.
Due to the rain and fog, and the speed of the steam train far exceeding that of walking, Klein couldn't see the name of the book clearly. He could only vaguely make out the cover, which seemed to depict the back of a figure in yellow robes.
They seemed like ghosts, disappearing into the misty world behind the steam train in the blink of an eye.
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