章 83: Chapter 83: The Birth of Mr. Fool
Chapter 83: The Birth of Mr. Fool
June 28th, Thursday.
At nine in the morning, Hastur finally crawled out of bed, stretched lazily, washed up, and then went downstairs for breakfast.
Maric and Sharon didn't like to deal with the butler Neil and the others, so they didn't come down for breakfast. Not eating for a few days didn't affect them much.
After breakfast, Hastur asked Butler Neil to buy two or three sets of Gothic-style clothes for Sharon.
He couldn't let Sharon always wear a maid's outfit, although it was quite interesting.
But Sharon in a maid's outfit wouldn't appear in front of him.
In the study, after a night's rest, Maric's injuries had healed a lot.
The zombie sequence has a strong recovery ability; as long as their heads are not severed, they can hardly die.
After talking with Maric for about half an hour, Sharon, who had changed into new clothes, finally appeared in the mirror.
Maric said in surprise, "Sharon, I thought you had left last night."
"This place is safer," Sharon replied briefly.
Hastur said, "You two just stay here for now. Once the people from the Rose School leave, you can go back."
"Okay," Sharon nodded and then disappeared into the mirror.
Hastur was curious about how Sharon, hiding in the mirror, would heal herself.
Maric explained, "Wraiths are a very special existence. No matter how severe their physical injuries are, it doesn't matter as long as their spirit remains intact. The body will gradually heal as the spirit recovers."
It's similar to the spirit nourishing the body.
Hastur made a simple analogy in his mind.
After chatting for a while longer, Butler Neil came to knock on the door, saying that people from the Holy Wind Church had come to visit.
Hastur understood that they were here because of what happened last night.
He was prepared for this and was not flustered.
"Be careful in dealing with it yourself."
"Don't worry, I know how to send them away."
Hastur stepped out of the room, first asking Butler Neil to prepare 500 pounds, and then slowly went downstairs.
The visitors today were led by the bishop from last night, accompanied by two priests.
Hastur politely invited them to sit down and asked the maid to prepare tea and snacks.
After a few pleasantries, Bishop Ron stated his purpose.
"Baron Campbell, regarding your actions last night, I hope you can give the church a reasonable explanation."
Hastur didn't hide anything and said directly, "I recently made two friends from the temperance faction of the Rose School. Last night, one of them was injured by those rats and came seeking my help. I'm just an ordinary person, unable to confront those rats, so I sought the church's help along the way, using your power to clear out Beckland's rats and also save my other friend."
Along the way?
Bishop Ron's eyelids twitched, but he still politely said, "I would like to meet your friends."
"Unfortunately, they left this morning and are probably already out of Beckland."
Bishop Ron didn't believe Hastur's words, but he didn't dwell on the issue and emphasized, "Baron Campbell, be careful when dealing with those people in the future, don't be deceived by them."
Hastur said with a smile, "Thank you for the reminder, Bishop Ron. I will keep it in mind."
When the conversation was almost over, Butler Neil brought the 500 pounds at the right time.
Hastur said with a smile, "This modest donation can hardly express my gratitude to the church. I hope Bishop Ron won't refuse."
"The divine will not refuse any devout believer."
"Through last night's events, I also believe that the divine has always been protecting us."
Hastur spoke respectfully, which pleased Bishop Ron.
"Yes, the divine is everywhere, always watching over us," Bishop Ron said devoutly.
"I wonder if those rats were completely cleared out last night?"
"Under the majesty of the storm, they were scared and ran away with their tails between their legs."
"Praise the storm."
Hastur understood that last night's battle was not very intense; it was more about showing the attitude of the Holy Wind Church.
Before leaving, Bishop Ron gave Hastur a few more reminders and then left with the 500 pounds.
As for what happened last night, it was already over.
That was 500 pounds.
Hastur felt a bit of pain, as the last time he and Maric saved Count Richard, each of them only received a reward of 1000 pounds.
However, 500 pounds to hire a demigod was quite worth it.
If it weren't for the demigod of the Holy Wind Church taking action last night, Sharon would definitely not have been able to leave safely.
Hastur sat in the hall for a long time, until he finished two cups of Marquis red tea and confirmed that no one from the Holy Wind Church was watching the place, then he got up and went upstairs.
In the study, Maric and Sharon were surprised to see Hastur return so quickly.
"The people from the Holy Wind Church were sent away just like that?"
"You haven't done anything wrong, and after all, I am a baron. They came here just as a formality."
Hastur thought to himself, did Bishop Ron come so quickly to urge him to fulfill his promise of donating 500 pounds last night?
"In Rune, nobles enjoy privileges," Maric said with emotion.
Hastur corrected him, "In any country, nobles are a privileged group of people."
Maric fell silent.
In the mirror, Sharon appeared and asked about the Holy Wind Church's achievements last night.
"They didn't catch anyone, but the other party doesn't dare to appear openly anymore."
The Holy Wind Church only deployed a demigod, whose deterrence was far greater than actual combat.
Sharon nodded and hesitated before saying, "There seems to be something discordant on the third floor."
Hastur was silent for a while and then said with a smile, "Don't worry about it, just pretend it doesn't exist."
Before figuring it out, he didn't want to go to the third floor and touch the so-called fate-related things.
Who knows whether such a change is good or bad.
For him now, everything is gradually getting on the right track.
There's really no need to take risks unless it's absolutely necessary, with no other choice.
"Is there any trouble?" Maric also became serious.
"If we ignore it, there probably won't be any trouble."
After Hastur finished speaking, he looked at Sharon, telling her not to explore the third floor's issues out of curiosity.
"What exactly is on the third floor?"
Hastur's behavior made Maric even more curious.
Sharon calmly said, "What's coming will eventually come, and not dealing with it might brew bigger troubles."
"Your concern may be right, but I'm planning to move soon."
Hastur smiled and mentioned his upcoming move to the Queens district.
Maric envied this, as the Queens district was where the real Rune nobility lived. If they lived there, people from the Rose School wouldn't dare to trouble them easily.
Seeing Hastur gloss over the topic of the third floor, Sharon didn't continue to ask.
But she had a feeling that Hastur would inevitably go to the third floor, as if it was his unavoidable fate.
Fate, even though she was about to advance to a higher sequence, it was still difficult to comprehend the word fate. Even her teacher probably didn't expect the Rose School to become what it is today.
"Relax, you should trust my luck."
Seeing Sharon still seemed troubled about the third floor, Hastur comforted her with a smile.
He is the darling of fate, the exception of fate, the sage of fate.
Sharon looked at Hastur for a while, nodded, and her figure disappeared from the mirror.
…
At night, on the balcony hung with several decorative lanterns, Hastur sat there drinking fruit wine, tasting delicacies, and gazing in the direction of Tingen.
Today is June 28th, also the birthday of Klein's birth.
He has a good impression of this future Mr. Fool and fellow countryman.
He doesn't mind providing some help to the early Klein and rewriting the tragedy of Tingen.
After all, every gift bestowed by fate has its price marked in the dark.
The more gifts he gives out, the more goodwill Mr. Fool will have to return in the future.
As for how to guide and help Klein, he already has a preliminary idea, now just waiting for Miss Audrey to come knocking.
Hastur raised his glass, toasting in the direction of Tingen, and whispered, "This glass of wine, to your birth, the future Mr. Fool."
…
Tingen.
In mid-air, above the black velvet curtain, a crimson full moon hung high, quietly shining.
Under the crimson light, inside an ordinary house.
Zhou Mingrui was holding his head, gradually adapting to the severe pain from deep within his brain.
Once he recovered, accepting the memories, his gaze turned to a notebook on the desk.
On the yellowed paper, written in Hermes language: "Everyone will die, including me."
(End of Chapter)
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