Chapter 1 The time traveler, Hasta Campbell

Chapter 1 The time traveler, Hasta Campbell

Chapter 1 The time traveler, Hasta Campbell

Fluffy blond hair slightly curled, light blue eyes, delicate features like a knife, slightly immature face, slender and well-proportioned figure, this is a handsome and immature boy.

His face was pale and bloodless, his forehead was sweating, his body was trembling slightly, and the whole person looked like he had just escaped from a disaster.

He really traveled through time.

Russell looked at the face in the mirror that was completely different from his own and sighed heavily.

He just woke up and became another person, a poor child who had just died in a mysterious incident.

After a brainstorm of severe pain, he gasped and completely accepted the memory of this body.

Hasta Campbell, the name of the real owner of this body.

He is a down-and-out noble living in the west of Loen Backlund. He just turned eighteen this year. Yesterday was his eighteenth birthday.

Last night, when he was eighteen years old, he returned to his room, closed the door, laid out various materials, and held a mystical ceremony that was said to bring people back to life.

He had not even entered the extraordinary starting sequence 9, so he naturally could not complete the ceremony. He was also backfired by the ceremony and died, and was replaced by Russell.

This is a poor child.

The reason why he took the risk of holding the resurrection ceremony was to bring his mother, who had been dead for ten years, back to life.

The ancestors of the Campbell family had also had a glorious period. When his grandfather Dawn Campbell was alive, he was a member of the House of Lords and accumulated a considerable fortune.

But when it came to his father Voltaire Campbell, because of his gambling and stupidity, he not only successfully lost his identity as a member of parliament, but also sold his title one after another, leaving only a baron status for him to inherit, and the manor property was basically squandered.

It can be said to be a rich child in another world.

Faced with such an incurable gambling dog father, his mother died of depression when he was eight years old.

Fortunately, his father was also exhausted by alcohol and sex. When he came home late one night, he accidentally fell into the river and passed away. Otherwise, he would not have lived to this age.

He was brought up by the loyal old butler Robert Jones.

And a month before his eighteenth birthday, the old butler Robert Jones also left him because he was too old and overworked.

He was already desperate for the future. With the last bit of tiny hope, he used all the remaining cash on him to buy a bunch of mystical materials and tried to hold a resurrection ceremony.

If he succeeded, he could reunite with his mother. If he failed, he could also go down to accompany them so as not to live alone in the world.

In the end, he failed.

"May the goddess bless you to find your mother and the old butler in the world of death, and you will no longer be lonely and helpless."

Russell sighed solemnly, and tapped his chest four times with his fingers, drawing a crimson moon.

Yes, the original owner was also a devout believer of the goddess of night.

Russell stared at the person in the mirror, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Although I can't fulfill your mother's wish to resurrect, I will help you revive the glory of the Campbell family."

"From now on, I am Hasta Campbell."

"Hasta, this name doesn't sound very auspicious..."

Hasta frowned slightly. In such a world where mysticism flourishes and mysterious events occur frequently, taking a name that is the same as the King in Yellow is either too big-hearted or too ignorant.

Based on his stereotype of Voltaire Campbell in his memory, taking such a name should belong to the latter.

In this mysterious world, the old god King in Yellow should not exist, right?

Hasta felt inexplicably empty in his heart and looked around.

The mysterious world is already full of dangers and pits everywhere. If he has anything to do with the King in Yellow, he will basically not live long.

But now, he can only live as Hasta Campbell. Even if there are pits, it is his unavoidable fate.

Gurgle, gurgle...

Hasta lowered his head and looked awkwardly at the source of the sound. His stomach was protesting. After all, he had not eaten a grain of rice since last night.

Alas, compared with the possible appearance of the Yellow King in the future, the current situation of hunger is more urgent.

Life is not easy, Hasta sighed.

Before leaving the room, Hasta cleaned up the things in the room after the failed ritual, wrapped some scrapped or useless materials with a few newspapers, and then walked to the window, pushed open the two closed windows, and let in some air.

In the distance, tall chimneys stood, constantly emitting black smoke. On both sides of the chimneys were a row of continuous townhouses. The streets there were full of stalls selling things, and pedestrians stopped from time to time to buy some food and daily necessities.

Compared with the quiet and petty bourgeoisie in the West District, life there is obviously lighter and more lively.

Woo! Woo!

A whistle sounded at the platform, and a huge steam train like a monster dragged more than 20 carriages to shuttle between platforms.

Backlund, the capital of Loen, has nicknames such as the City of Ten Thousand Capitals and the Land of Hope. It is also the most chaotic metropolis.

Ever since Hastur received the original owner's memory, he has realized that he has traveled to the world of "Lord of Mysteries", and the timeline is several months ahead of Zhou Mingrui.

After stopping to appreciate the customs and practices of Backlund for a while, Hastur had no intention of delaying any further due to the intense hunger.

Although the scenery was beautiful, the stomach was more important.

Because the original owner had dismissed all the servants in advance, the three-story building was quiet at the moment, with only the sound of his footsteps on the floor.

The third floor was where Voltaire Campbell lived alone before, with three bedrooms, two living rooms, two cloakrooms, a sun room, a study, four bathrooms, and a large balcony.

The second floor was where Hastur and the old housekeeper lived. In addition to the two bedrooms, there were four rooms for guests to live in, including a living room, a cloakroom, four bathrooms, two study rooms, and a balcony of moderate size.

On the bottom floor, there was an oversized living room, two kitchens, two dining rooms of different sizes, three bathrooms, and four servants' rooms for servants to rest.

There was also a large garden, as well as stables, storage rooms, basements, etc.

This was the only property left by the Campbell family.

Voltaire Campbell originally wanted to sell this building and exchange it for a smaller one, but was stopped by the old housekeeper.

He said that this was the last dignity of the Campbell family and it could not be sold anymore, and as a noble, there must be a suitable place to communicate with other nobles.

The old housekeeper also helped Hasta leave a large manor for entertainment and enjoyment in the suburbs, as well as a plantation for growing cotton and vineyards, on the grounds of maintaining the last dignity of the Campbell family.

These three properties are the last fig leaf of the Campbell family, and they are also the little property that the old housekeeper tried his best to save for Hasta.

A lean camel is still bigger than a horse!

These three properties are all owned by the Campbell family, unlike a certain poor god, who still needs to rely on renting to maintain the surface of dignity.

But compared with the real nobles, this is quite poor, and it is almost on the verge of bankruptcy.

If Hasta doesn't work harder, there will be no Campbell, a noble surname in Rune in the future.

Hasta went downstairs, walked through the large living room, and came to the kitchen on the right.

The first thing that caught his eye was a dazzling array of kitchen utensils and various condiments. As for vegetables, meat, and fruits, there were none. The only thing that could be eaten was two pounds of oatmeal bread on the table.

"Fortunately, it's not the hard-to-swallow black bread."

Hasta breathed a sigh of relief. If he had eaten that kind of food, he didn't think his stomach could handle it.

He walked to the stove, took a kettle and filled a pot of water, turned on the gas, and prepared to boil the water, add some honey, and eat it with oatmeal bread for breakfast.

Gurgle...

The feeling of hunger came again. Hasta couldn't wait patiently for the water to boil. He pulled a chair over and sat at the table. He tore a small piece of oatmeal bread with his hands and started eating.

It did have a strong wheat flavor and tasted very soft, but the sweetness was average.

Well, he was a firm sweet party. He only ate sweet tofu pudding and insisted on not touching salty tofu pudding. He also liked to eat puffs, pastries, White Rabbit milk candy and other relatively sweet snacks.

But there is a saying that goes, when you are hungry enough, everything tastes delicious.

Before he knew it, Hasta had eaten one-third of a pound of oatmeal bread, his mouth was dry and he was choking.

Fortunately, the water had boiled.

He walked to the seasoning area, found a jar of honey that had not been used much, took a bowl, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, and then brewed it with boiling water and stirred it.

After it cooled down a little, he blew along the edge of the bowl, took a sip, and after making sure it would not burn his mouth, he drank it in big gulps, and at the same time ate another one-third of a pound of oatmeal bread with honey water.

After eating and drinking, Hasta leaned back in his chair with satisfaction, stroked his bulging belly with his right hand, burped, put his left hand on the table, and tapped the table with his fingers in turn.

He should also think about what he should do next.