Capítulo 336: Chapter 336: The Polluted Fors
Chapter 336: The Polluted Fors
"Don't you think the events of tonight were resolved too easily?" Hastur still had many doubts about what had happened tonight.
Since the Fallen Mother Goddess had already corrupted the Abraham family, there should be more than one Sequence 5 member available.
Moreover, would a Sequence 5 Traveler dare to search so recklessly for followers of the Stars in Backlund?
"I've only found this one Abraham family member for now," Bernadette glanced down at Saint Samuel's Church. "The higher the sequence of an Extraordinary, the more cautious they must be in Backlund. Even for me, finding someone takes considerable time."
Hastur nodded and casually inquired about the Angel of Destiny, Ouroboros.
"I haven't sensed His presence. Such beings, unless they wish it, can only be detected by deities."
"It's late; I should go rest."
Naturally, Hastur had Bernadette escort him.
Below the clouds, at Saint Samuel's Church.
Archbishop Anthony's face was grim. The audacity of the foul aura to appear so openly at the church's entrance was a provocation!
He quickly assembled a team of Red Gloves to search the surrounding area overnight, ensuring no trace of corruption remained.
Leonard was among those conscripted. His face was expressionless, showing no interest in probing the night's events.
As the old man had said, asking too many questions about unchangeable matters was pointless.
Instead, the old man suddenly remarked in his mind, "Has the Abraham family fallen to such a degree?"
Leonard's curiosity was piqued but he refrained from inquiring further about the Abraham family.
"Not bad. It seems Klein's fall has made you mature completely."
Leonard calmly replied, "I just don't want to waste my thoughts on too many useless things."
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The next day, around ten o'clock.
Hastur took a carriage to Sodelak Palace to meet with George III.
This time, Earl Hall was absent, leaving him alone with George III.
Hastur tried to appear more reserved to show his reverence for the king, which pleased George III.
"Your actions in Southville have reached Backlund. You've done well dealing with the pirates. Those filthy scum deserve to hang on the gallows, dying amidst their wails."
George III spoke harshly with a gentle expression, patting Hastur's shoulder. "You have the demeanor of the former Duke of Southville. If you have time, seek his advice on dealing with pirates. Listening to elders can save you many detours."
Hastur understood the implicit warning in his words.
Before leaving, George III invited him to the royal banquet that evening.
He had no reason to refuse.
After the meeting with George III, Hastur stood outside Sodelak Palace, silently feeling the cold, orderly atmosphere.
Invisible black chains of order, cold and unyielding, supported the Ruen Kingdom.
He, like all Ruen nobles and commoners, lived under these rules.
The difference was that nobles could stand in the shadows of order, avoiding its constraints while using it for their benefit. Commoners, however, were crushed under the weight of these rules, unable to move freely.
The stricter the laws, the more stable the situation, and the harder it was for those at the bottom to rise, burdened by heavy loads.
Hastur chose not to take the potion at that moment but decided to wait for the evening banquet.
When many nobles gathered, the atmosphere of order and chaos would be stronger.
That was the best time for him to take the potion and advance.
Returning home, Glaint had been waiting in the hall for a while.
Seeing Hastur return, Glaint greeted him immediately, "Hastur, it's been a long time."
After some pleasantries, Glaint proudly said, "Hastur, I've completely digested the Beast Tamer potion and am about to advance to Sequence 7!"
It took you over half a year to digest the Beast Tamer potion, Glaint . It seems you have no talent in this area.
Hastur still smiled, "That's great. Your progress has exceeded my expectations."
"Really?" Glaint was in high spirits, sharing how he had become a qualified Beast Tamer over the past six months.
Besides training his pets, he had spent money to form a circus and served as its Beast Tamer.
He had performed with the circus multiple times, earning many flowers and applause.
Hastur listened quietly, occasionally sharing his daily life in Southville.
Towards the end, Glaint awkwardly asked, "Hastur, do you know what the next sequence in this Extraordinary path is?"
"Have you heard of vampires?"
"Vampires? Those filthy creatures in novels that hide in castles and drink the blood of innocent girls?"
Such strong aversion.
Hastur couldn't help but think of the vampire who loved dolls. If he were here, he would surely argue, "We are noble bloodlines, not filthy vampires!"
Seeing Hastur remain silent, Glaint 's face changed, "Hastur, you don't mean to say the next sequence is a vampire, do you?"
Hastur nodded, and Glaint 's face twisted before he finally gritted his teeth, "Fine, I won't rush to advance. I'll consider it when I can overcome the urge to drink blood."
Hastur did not force him. Glaint had come far enough, and the next steps on the Extraordinary path were not suitable for him.
It was better for him to enjoy life as a viscount.
After Glaint left, Count Richard, who lived nearby, also visited.
Hastur had a deep impression of this eccentric count.
He thought Richard would again ask about the deity in his mind, but he behaved normally, engaging in routine social interaction.
After about half an hour, Richard left, which made Hastur a bit worried.
There were two possibilities: either Richard had completely recovered or he had fully accepted the abnormality in his mind.
Hastur didn't dwell on it. He would soon leave Backlund, and if something happened, the Church of the Night would handle it.
Around three in the afternoon, Hastur visited Backlund University, meeting with Professor Wayne and Lecturer Floren, chatting until nearly six o'clock before returning home.
At 7:10, he took a carriage to the royal banquet.
Tonight's crimson moon was full, its light illuminating the lively and splendid banquet.
The same crimson moon might appear as a deadly omen to others.
In a hotel room in the northern district, muffled and intense sounds were heard.
"Fors, what's wrong with you!"
Xio looked anxiously at Fors, who had red eyes, disheveled hair, and was alternately scratching the wooden door and pounding it with her fists.
The room was a mess. If Xio hadn't shut the door in time, Fors would have run out in a frenzy.
"Xio! Get away! It's the Full Moon Whisper! It's a curse!" Fors gritted her teeth to utter the words, blood trickling from her mouth and staining her light blue pajamas.
"Ah!"
With another cry of pain, Fors squatted down, pulling at her hair, strands coming away with traces of blood.
The sight made Xio's eyelids twitch. If this continued, Fors would be bald by morning, even if she survived the Full Moon Whisper curse.
Xio knew Fors suffered from the Full Moon Whisper curse during full moons, but since Fors began worshipping the Stars, the symptoms had disappeared.
But tonight, the curse returned with a vengeance.
Xio couldn't delay any longer. She knelt and prayed fervently to the Stars, hoping their grace would save Fors again.
After about five minutes, the familiar starlight filled the small room.
Under the brilliant starlight, Fors finally calmed down.
"Fors? Fors, are you okay?"
Xio stepped forward to check on Fors.
But as she approached, Fors suddenly stood up, revealing a blood-stained face.
She spoke in a tone completely different from her usual self.
"Stars, is this meeting unexpected?"
In the hazy starlight, in the Hall of Stars, Hastur looked down at Fors with a serious expression.
A twisted, overlapping portal was tightly attached to Fors.
Fors had been corrupted.
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