Kapitel 548: Chapter 548: Time Travel? No, I Traveled into a Book
Chapter 548: Time Travel? No, I Traveled into a Book
In Backlund, at the Hall Earl's residence, Audrey was finishing her morning studies and decided to take Susie to the garden for some fresh air.
Yes, she still needed to learn a lot, especially after her engagement and acquiring a significant fortune.
The dear Earl of Hall had specifically hired two excellent asset management teachers for her, so she could learn financial management and avoid squandering her wealth due to ignorance.
"Susie, what do you think Mr. Hastur's reaction will be when he sees the letter you wrote?"
Audrey was about to taste a green grape, holding it by its stem between her thumb and forefinger, when suddenly, everything around her seemed to freeze. A portal, shimmering with spatial ripples, formed in the garden, and the surrounding servants and maids seemed oblivious to it.
"I think his reaction will be quite terrible."
Hastur appeared through the portal in front of Audrey and naturally sat beside her.
"Mr. Hastur..." Audrey began to greet him but remembered she was supposed to be angry with him. She quickly ate the grape without chewing, her right cheek puffing up slightly. She turned away, letting out a deliberate huff.
"Woof."
Susie ran over, rubbed against Hastur's pant leg, and then sensibly retreated to a shaded spot in the distance.
"Dear Miss Audrey, what did I do wrong to make you so angry?"
Audrey stubbornly refused to speak until Hastur picked her up and placed her on his lap. She struggled in vain and finally said in a trembling voice, "No, we'll be seen."
"They can't see us. Only you and Susie can."
"Now, can you tell me why you're angry?"
Hastur pressed his cheek against hers, his warm breath brushing against Audrey's delicate neck. After a moment of intimate contact, Audrey pretended to casually bring up the matter of Hastur's confession.
"…"
Alright, he hadn't given Audrey a perfect confession back then.
"Holding hands means a lifetime together," Hastur smiled. "That line was so beautiful, it made all my prepared words seem too cliché."
Although she knew Hastur was deliberately flattering her, Audrey couldn't help but smile. She hadn't been truly angry about it.
"Why did you come back so suddenly? Don't you need to prepare for the battle?"
"I rushed back as soon as I received your letter, afraid someone might be secretly angry."
"I wasn't angry."
"Then it must be Susie who was angry."
"Woof?"
After a heartfelt conversation, Hastur and Audrey left the Hall residence and visited the Yellow Robe Church.
The Yellow Robe Church was now making various efforts to attract followers quickly.
One of the most interesting activities for ordinary people was the daily fortune-telling.
The human nature to predict future fortunes and misfortunes attracted many who couldn't afford paid divination to the Yellow Robe Church.
Faith is like running a casino; it's not about whether you believe, but whether you come.
As long as you keep entering the church, your mindset will gradually change under its subtle influence.
The seeds of faith planted will eventually blossom and bear fruit.
Hastur disguised himself as an ordinary passerby and followed the crowd into the Yellow Robe Church.
Upon entering, a guide explained the history of the Yellow Robe Church and the functions of each area of the church to the newcomers.
They didn't particularly mention the doctrines and beliefs of the Yellow Robe Church, making it feel more like a tour guide at a tourist attraction.
"On the last day of each month, we hold a prayer ceremony. At that time, the light of the stars will shine upon us, guiding us forward."
"If I have the chance, I'll attend this prayer ceremony," Hastur smiled and bid farewell to the guide, choosing to wander the church alone.
The monthly prayer ceremony was something Hastur had specifically instituted.
Yellow Robe monks liked to walk the deserted streets on starry nights.
Such frequent and spontaneous gatherings could easily cause trouble.
By unifying the prayer ceremony at the month's end, it avoided some issues and helped Hastur play his role.
As the Dawn Master, his role was to lead people towards a brighter, better future.
He was a guide, a bringer of light, akin to Prometheus in Greek mythology, who brought fire and light to humanity.
After wandering through various areas of the church, Hastur was about to leave when he saw the Primordial Hunger disguised as an ordinary passerby, chatting familiarly with a guide. It was clear this wasn't the first time.
If it had been the High Dimensional Observer, Hastur wouldn't have cared, but the Primordial Hunger, who usually sought out delicacies, visiting the Yellow Robe Church multiple times was suspicious.
Hastur glanced briefly, then left the church, planning to pay extra attention to the Primordial Hunger's movements later.
"Beep beep beep, you have new messages waiting to be received and replied to."
A mechanical voice sounded in his ear. Hastur knew it was Will looking for him as soon as he heard the beeps.
Following the source of the voice and the guidance of fate, Hastur soon found Will enjoying ice cream in a nearby shop.
Compared to their first meeting, Will had grown taller, with stubble beginning to show on his chin, looking quite handsome.
"Over here!" Will stood up and waved happily as Hastur entered the shop.
Hastur walked over, sat across from Will, and chuckled at the ice cream smudges on Will's mouth. "You sure know how to enjoy yourself."
"Try some; the ice cream here is pretty good." Will pushed the last strawberry-flavored ice cream towards Hastur and called the waiter to order five more scoops.
"You're giving it to me because you're tired of it, aren't you?"
"Oh, don't mind the details."
"So, what brings you to me this time?"
Hastur tasted the strawberry ice cream. It was alright but not as good as homemade.
"Someone wants to meet you through me."
"Klein?" Hastur guessed immediately. Few people could make Will run errands—himself and Klein.
"Yes, he seems to have something important to discuss and wants to arrange a meeting. Since you've left Backlund, he asked me to contact you."
In the meantime, Will had already devoured three scoops of ice cream.
Hastur thought for a moment. "Has he advanced to Sequence 4, the Trickster?"
"You're amazing! He has a high level of secrecy, yet you guessed it right."
"In that case, I don't really want to meet him."
Hastur had a good idea of what Klein wanted to discuss.
Having advanced to Sequence 4, Klein likely knew the truth about his transmigration. The empty cocoons on the light gate had already told him there were three transmigrators.
Huang Tao and Emperor Roselle were among them, and Klein had identified Hastur as the third.
This guess was not wrong but not entirely accurate.
Hastur wasn't a transmigrator from the Source Fortress but had traveled into the book for unknown reasons, possibly related to the Hall of Stars.
The earliest transmigrator from the Source Fortress was the Goddess of the Night.
Given the current situation, Hastur could indeed be mistaken for the third transmigrator in Klein's mind.
However, the Goddess of the Night was always watching Klein. Getting too close to him would naturally attract her attention.
Now wasn't the time for a reunion of fellow transmigrators.
Moreover, Klein might be captured by Amon later. His thoughts and psychological activities would be hard to hide from Amon, and Hastur didn't want the secret of his transmigration exposed too early.
Let Klein keep guessing and see what he does to confirm Hastur's identity.
"You're really not going to see him?" Will looked up, surprised.
"If he wants to see me, he can come find me himself."
"Alright, I'm just the messenger anyway." Will shrugged, then finished the remaining ice cream.
"You've grown quite a bit recently. Have you thought about enlisting? You're at the age for military service."
"No way! Absolutely not!" Will shook his head. "If necessary, I'll cripple my foot again. They can't drag a crippled man to the battlefield."
"You really are ruthless to yourself."
"I'm used to it."
It was a sad story, but coming from Will, it was almost funny.
"Oh, by the way, you'll have to pay the bill. I don't have enough money."
Will got up first, leaving Hastur to settle the bill and taking three more ice creams to go.
Tsk, he really knows how to take advantage. He must have been a depilator in his past life.
After paying the bill, Hastur returned to Southville County.
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