Capítulo 198: Chapter 198: When You Drink This Assassin Potion, You Will No Longer Be an Ordinary Cat
Chapter 198: When You Drink This Assassin Potion, You Will No Longer Be an Ordinary Cat
Today, Hastur was in a very good mood. Sitting on the second-floor balcony, he sipped a cold fruit drink while petting a cat and occasionally admiring the setting sun in the distance.
Since he last refused Mrs. Germani's invitation, she had neither written to him nor visited him directly. It seemed his advice had worked.
Another piece of good news was that Sharon and her team had found the extraordinary materials for the assassin potion formula. All Hastur Needed to do was go to the Brave Bar tonight to complete the transaction.
Hastur Lowered his head slightly, his face serious, and said, "After tonight, you will no longer be an ordinary cat. You must not be entangled in worldly desires. If you do, you will fall into an abyss of suffering."
"Meow?"
Aisala looked at Hastur With wide eyes, puzzled, then raised her head and licked Hastar's palm.
"You will understand in the future."
"Meow."
Aisala turned over, changed her position, and curled up in Hastar's arms.
Around eight o'clock in the evening, Hasturtook a certain amount of gold pounds and also brought the final chapter of "Pinocchio," which Sharon had been eagerly awaiting.
The Brave Bar was as lively as ever. Hastur's arrival quickly caught Caspar's attention, and he led Hasturto where Maric was.
Tonight, Maric was not in the billiard room but in a more secluded spot. Hastur saw Maric and his living corpse but did not see Sharon, which left him a bit disappointed. He had planned to use the final chapter of "Pinocchio" to bribe Sharon and establish a connection to sense her emotional fluctuations.
"Are you alone tonight?"
"Your tone suggests you don't want to see me?"
"Of course, I prefer chatting with Miss Sharon."
"..."
Maric was taken aback, not expecting Hasturto be so blunt.
Hastur Found a place to sit, glanced at Maric, and said slowly, "Roselle once said: 'Smart people always like to talk to other smart people because it saves time arguing with fools.'"
"..."
Maric chuckled lightly, "Hastar, you're becoming more and more annoying!"
"Sigh, sometimes I wonder why I didn't become a hunter."
"Hmph, you should become a witch first."
Maric said this and had a living corpse beside him hand something to Hastar. It was the extraordinary material Hasturhad commissioned them to find.
"A total of 100 gold pounds, no credit, cash only."
Maric spread his right hand, signaling Hastur to pay up.
"Didn't we agree on 80 gold pounds before?"
"Heh, that was before. Now I'm in a bad mood, so taking an extra 20 gold pounds as a hardship fee isn't too much, right?"
Hastursmiled and handed 100 gold pounds in banknotes to Maric, then said, "Want to play cards again?"
"Do you want to win back the 20 gold pounds?"
"I just feel my luck is pretty good tonight."
Maric naturally did not refuse. They agreed to play three rounds, best of three, with a 20 gold pound bet.
Unfortunately, the game didn't go to the third round because Maric quickly lost twice in a row, returning the 20 gold pounds to Hastar.
"Emperor Roselle also said: 'No one can keep wealth that doesn't belong to them.'"
"..."
Maric's mouth twitched. He wanted to ask if Emperor Roselle really left such a famous saying. How could Roselle be involved in every topic, and each time it seemed to make some sense?
Should he buy a copy of "The Complete Quotations of Roselle" to read? Then, when chatting with others, he could casually drop a "Roselle once said..." Wouldn't that make his words seem more weighty and profound?
Hasturignored Maric's complex feelings. The previous sentence was just a habit of attributing it to Roselle. Whether Roselle had said it or not, only he knew, and now he couldn't appear to refute it.
After staying in the room for about half an hour, Sharon arrived silently.
"Sharon, if you hadn't come, someone would have been anxious," Maric said sarcastically.
"Maric, it seems you've already classified yourself as a fool."
"..."
Maric didn't want to argue with Hastar. When it came to verbal sparring, he was no match for a quick-witted lawyer.
Sharon's face showed no specific emotion due to Maric's words. She just looked at Hastar, indicating he should speak if he had something to say.
"I recently worked tirelessly, day and night, expending a lot of energy to finish the story's ending."
"Give it to me."
"What a heartless tone. Shouldn't you first care about my health?"
Hastur Sighed and handed the final chapter of "Pinocchio" to Sharon.
"What story?"
Maric curiously leaned over, but Sharon disappeared, likely reading the final chapter in some mirror.
Without a rule against invisibility, Hastur Couldn't find Sharon's hiding place, even in the same room.
After three to five minutes, Hasturcould vaguely sense Sharon's presence. He followed the faint feeling and looked at a small mirror two meters to his right.
Was the bribe successful?
Hastur Was unsure. The connection was too weak to sense Sharon's emotional fluctuations.
He closed his eyes and focused, barely detecting one or two of Sharon's emotions.
Happiness, excitement, sometimes a bit annoyed, seemingly dissatisfied with the story's ending, then relief, confusion... and then anger!
Then, the weak connection was cut off, and Sharon emerged from the mirror, sitting across from him, looking calm.
Was she angry?
She should be angry.
Hastur Glanced at Sharon. Despite her calm exterior, he had sensed anger.
Tsk, pretending to be calm while being angry. So this is the real Sharon.
Before Hastur Could be happy for long, Sharon's gaze turned cold.
"It's getting late. I should go. See you another time."
Hastur wisely chose to leave. Sharon didn't stop him, and Maric felt a bit disappointed. He had hoped to have a drink with Hastar.
...
As soon as Hastur Returned to the hall, Aisala ran down the stairs from the second floor, followed by a maid.
"Aisala, not resting yet? Well, let's sleep later tonight."
Hastur Squatted down, smiling as he picked up Aisala, then went upstairs.
He dismissed the unrelated maids and entered a room filled with various potion materials.
This room housed some materials for the Black Emperor pathway potions, most of which were common and available on the market.
As for the expensive and rare extraordinary materials, Hastur Kept them in another place.
Hastur told Aisala to stay put while he took out the extraordinary materials from tonight's transaction and began mixing them with other common materials.
During the process, Hastur Frequently glanced at Aisala. The items here couldn't be eaten casually, and Aisala sometimes had a big appetite.
Fortunately, tonight Aisala seemed only interested in the potion Hastur Was mixing.
At first, she stayed put, but as the assassin potion neared completion, she couldn't contain her curiosity and gracefully walked to Hastar's feet, looking up with her blue eyes at the potion vessel.
Perhaps smelling something edible, she seemed impatient but ultimately stayed at Hastar's feet, her eyes fixed on the potion.
"It should be about done."
Hastur Finished mixing the potion, reviewed his steps to ensure no mistakes, and then relaxed.
He held the round-bottomed glass vessel containing the assassin potion, squatted down, and gently stroked Aisala's head.
"I must remind you again, drinking this assassin potion means you will no longer be an ordinary cat. You must avoid worldly desires. If you fall in love, the witch's curse of dying from love will befall you, causing immense pain."
Hastar's expression was serious, and even Aisala seemed affected by the atmosphere, meowing softly.
"Do you have anything to say before drinking this potion?"
"Meow?"
Aisala looked up, her little paws starting to paw at Hastar's arm holding the potion.
Hastur gently rubbed Aisala's head and sighed, "Alright, since you've decided, I won't stop you. The road ahead is yours to explore."
He placed the potion in front of Aisala, indicating she could drink it.
Aisala sniffed, observed for a moment, then slowly began to taste her night snack.
"Aisala, you're especially lucky tonight."
Hastur Blessed her and watched her reaction.
This trial was for Aisala to face alone; he could only observe.
Based on his observations, Aisala was quite intelligent, and adapting to the assassin potion shouldn't be difficult.
But concern can cloud judgment, and this applied to him as well.
After all, anything less than 100% certainty could lead to unexpected outcomes.
(End of Chapter)
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