Bab 520: Chapter 520: The Prettier the Woman, the More Deceptive She Is
Chapter 520: The Prettier the Woman, the More Deceptive She Is
The Pirate Ten Commandments were not devised by Hastur himself but were instead summarized by the legendary pirate Bartholomew Roberts. It was thanks to his strict discipline and personal charisma that he won the heartfelt support of his crew, creating a legendary tale in the Age of Exploration.
Unfortunately, he did not have a privateering license from that era and ultimately died under the cannon fire of the British Navy.
Hastur did not mention the other two commandments: lights out at 8 PM sharp and no carrying of unclean weapons aboard the ship.
"An interesting perspective. If I didn't know you were a young noble, I would have thought you were a mature and steady pirate captain sitting in front of me."
Bernadette squinted her eyes slightly, seeming to have discerned something. However, she did not have the energy or time to discuss unrelated matters with Hastur at the moment.
"That is the highest compliment for me."
Following this, Hastur and Bernadette discussed many aspects of the laws and specific implementation measures after the establishment of the Pirate Kingdom.
They talked for over two hours until Aisala, drowsy and leaning on Hastur's shoulder, prompted Bernadette to end the conversation.
"If you have time, you can bring Sharon to the Rosede Isles. I would like to have another detailed discussion with you," Bernadette said with a smile. "Besides, you two are newlyweds and need a honeymoon destination. The Rosede Isles would be a good choice."
"I don't think Sharon would refuse your enthusiastic invitation," Hastur replied with a smile.
"The flower tea here is quite mediocre."
With those final words, Bernadette disappeared, likely rushing back to the Rosede Isles to handle her many affairs.
Being a queen is not an easy task, especially when Bernadette does not have many capable people under her command.
"Aisala, wake up. Your drool is soaking my clothes."
"Huh?" Aisala woke up immediately, glanced around cautiously, and muttered, "There is no drool."
"It's time to go. You need to pick up your mother, Sharon."
...
"Mother Sharon, I'm here to take you home."
In the manor of the Temperance Faction, Aisala smiled sweetly and called out to Sharon, who appeared visibly uneasy.
Sharon is a mother now?
Sharon already has a child?
And the child is so big?
Everyone present fell silent and then looked at Sharon with strange and shocked expressions.
Sharon did not explain, merely glancing at Hastur, the instigator.
It was definitely Hastur who brought Aisala to find her; otherwise, Aisala would not even want to step out of the house.
"Hastur, you're something else," Maric said with a mischievous smile, patting Hastur on the shoulder before crouching down to Aisala's level. "I am a good friend of your mother, Sharon. Call me Uncle Maric."
Aisala glanced nervously at Sharon before quietly saying, "Uncle Maric."
Her clear and slightly childish voice made the other elders of the Temperance Faction eager to interact with her, many of whom had watched Sharon grow up.
Seeing the situation getting out of control, Hastur took Sharon's small hand and pulled her back to his and Aisala's side before Sharon could speak.
"Aisala, say goodbye to everyone."
Aisala obediently said goodbye and then followed Hastur and Sharon to the carriage.
In the carriage, Hastur held Sharon's right hand, playing with her cool and delicate fingers.
Sharon did not pull her hand back but instead focused on educating Aisala, who was quietly sitting in the corner like an ostrich.
She had emphasized many times that Aisala could call her "mother" in private, but not in public, especially when there were many people around.
Aisala had agreed well enough the last time Sharon left.
"Mother Sharon, don't be angry. I just thought calling you that would make the master happier," Aisala said, naturally shifting the blame to Hastur, as she had once been an excellent instigator.
Hastur paused slightly, then looked at Sharon's cold face and said, "Children make mistakes. A simple lesson is enough; no need to be too harsh."
"What if an adult makes a mistake?" Sharon asked coldly.
"That depends on the specific situation. Even gods allow their followers to atone for their sins."
Knowing she couldn't win the argument, Sharon turned her head towards the window, choosing to remain silent.
The carriage rumbled on for over ten minutes before Sharon noticed something was off. The coachman had disappeared from her senses, and even Aisala had silently left her seat and vanished.
"Don't be nervous," Hastur said softly, patting Sharon's hand. "We have entered the spirit world. In a moment, we will reach your teacher's castle."
"No!" Sharon's eyes flashed with panic as she tried to transform into a wraith to escape, only to find she couldn't use that ability.
Hastur tightened his grip on Sharon's hand. "I forgot to tell you, wraiths are not allowed to manifest in this carriage."
"Let go."
"No. You've been avoiding this for too long. I've waited from the beginning of the year to the end."
"It hasn't been that long."
"It's the same. Temperance is not about avoidance. Facing your inner self is also part of your teachings, isn't it?"
"This is different." Sharon tried to pull her hand away but was firmly held. Finally, she lowered her head and murmured, "I'm not ready yet."
"Sharon, our time is running out. Next year, we won't have such quiet moments."
"What did you see?"
"Chaos and war."
Sharon fell silent, still slightly turned away, her eyes fixed on the patterns on the window, lost in thought.
After a while, Hastur whispered in her ear, "If you really wanted to escape, the prohibition on wraiths wouldn't stop you."
Sharon's body trembled, and she tried to leave the carriage, but Hastur held her tightly.
"I haven't finished. Even if you want to leave, it's impossible."
As Hastur finished speaking, the carriage dissolved into smoke, revealing a black castle before them.
Sensing their arrival, the castle doors were already open.
"You!" Sharon's panic grew as she looked at her teacher's castle, wanting to escape but unable to break free from Hastur's grasp.
Indeed, she was no match for Hastur now, even though they were both Sequence 4.
"Let's go. Keeping your teacher waiting is very rude."
"Let go."
"Will you run?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Sharon rarely showed such a docile side, her eyes shimmering with fragile tears.
Hastur released his grip, and in the next second, Sharon vanished, escaping quickly.
"Sigh, untrustworthy. The prettier the woman, the more deceptive she is," Hastur sighed, walking into the castle alone.
Inside, Reinette Tinekerr sat quietly on the sofa, having prepared tea, waiting for her guest.
"Just you? Where's Sharon?"
"Sigh, she ran away."
Hastur naturally took a seat opposite Reinette Tinekerr.
"Did you bully her?"
"Sort of," Hastur nodded, indicating a height with his hand. "Our child is already this tall."
"..."
Reinette Tinekerr's expression was strange. After a moment, she refrained from the rude act of spitting tea on her guest.
"Maybe I pushed her too hard and ignored her inner thoughts."
"Sharon is a decisive child. Once she makes up her mind, she won't easily change or give up," Reinette Tinekerr said, pouring Hastur a cup of tea. "She chose to run because she is still confused and unsure of what decision to make."
"I will respect her choice," Hastur said with a smile. "But I don't want her to have an excuse to keep avoiding it."
Reinette Tinekerr nodded, not asking for details about what happened between them. She was more interested in the matter of their child.
In the extraordinary world, children born to extraordinary beings are not necessarily infants. High-sequence extraordinary beings can theoretically have children who grow quickly to the height Hastur indicated.
However, high-sequence extraordinary beings find it difficult to conceive naturally because their life essence has changed. The stronger the individual, the harder it is to have offspring.
Of course, creating offspring through extraordinary abilities is another matter.
"Regarding the child, let Sharon tell you herself."
Hastur had no intention of discussing it further and soon left the castle.
Reinette Tinekerr sat quietly for a while, finished her tea, and then slowly said, "He's gone. Aren't you going to come down and explain about your child?"
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