Chapter 13 The Chain of Order Integrated into the Spine

Chapter 13 The Chain of Order Integrated into the Spine

Heavy head, like paste, shaking it might solidify completely.

This was Hasta's most intuitive feeling at the moment. He stood up with his arms on the desk, walked out of the door holding the wall, and staggered back to his bedroom.

"I wouldn't have rushed to whip the lamp god if I had known."

Hasta smiled bitterly and collapsed on the soft quilt.

Before entering the Hall of Stars through the ceremony in the state of a star spirit, a lot of spiritual power had been wasted, plus the changes caused by the formulation of a new rule, basically consuming most of it.

He had to whip the lamp god again, causing an overload of spiritual power, and his head was as heavy as mercury and lead, and it hurt.

But if he didn't whip him, he would feel incomplete.

Tsk, he still had to whip him.

Hasta thought about it for a while and fell asleep.

The next day, the morning sun shone through the screen window, soaking his golden hair, almost blinding Hasta's eyes.

He covered his eyes with his right hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and looked at the time. It was already 9:43.

This was the latest morning he had ever woken up.

"It's a new day again, it's time to get up and work hard!"

After muttering, he turned over and buried his head in the quilt. He rested for another ten minutes before slowly getting up.

After washing, he came to a large full-length mirror, took off his shirt, and exposed his smooth back.

He looked at the picture in the mirror with his peripheral vision, from the back of his head down the spine a little bit, and finally stopped at the coccyx.

He did not find any obvious changes in his spine, nor could he see any trace of the chain of order.

"Does it need to open the spiritual vision to see different changes?"

With a thought, Hastur stretched out his right middle finger and thumb and gently rubbed them three times.

The spiritual vision was turned on, and the surface of the mirror seemed to ripple. On the smooth back, the spine slightly exuded a light blue line that was difficult to see clearly, as if there was really a chain of order that was perfectly integrated with the spine.

"There really is a chain of order!"

Hasta was surprised even though he had expected it.

The rules set by the Hall of Stars can really affect reality!

I just don't know what kind of ability such a chain of order can provide to me. Is it specially used to bind the enemy?

Well, it should be said that it is specially used to limit the enemy's mobility.

When I meet a suitable enemy in the future, I will try its ability.

After admiring it for a while, Hasta frowned. The abnormality of the spine is so obvious after the spiritual vision is turned on. Wouldn't it be easy for people to find out that there is a problem?

As long as you are not a fool, you will know that something is wrong when you see the spine glow.

And turning on the spiritual vision to look at others is a subconscious behavior of many extraordinary people when they come into contact with others. It is very common.

Can the traces of the chain of order be hidden?

As soon as Hasta had this idea, the light blue chain of order pattern on the spine was completely integrated into the spine, and there was no abnormality at all.

"That's almost it."

Hasta was very satisfied with the result.

Put on the shirt again, tidy up the appearance, and then close the doors and windows and go out.

As for breakfast?

It was already half past ten, so of course we had to wait until noon to eat together.

Between taking in that little bit of energy and not having to cook and wash dishes, he would only choose the latter.

When he arrived at Backlund University, it was already around eleven o'clock. Hastato asked Professor Wayne if he was free to teach in the afternoon. If not, he would go to visit the Queens District of Backlund, and then arrive at the court gate on time.

Lunch at Backlund University was as good and cheap as always.

After lunch, he took a walk to digest the food, and then waited for Professor Wayne's reply that he didn't have time for private lessons in the afternoon.

Queens District.

A small group of the most powerful people in Backlund gathered together, and King's Avenue passed through it. It was very close to St. Samuel's Church and was the real political center.

The Campbell family originally lived in Queens District and owned more than one property here. Unfortunately, under Voltaire Campbell's hard gambling, those properties were lost one by one.

In the end, all the houses in Queens were lost, and the whole family moved to the second-rate West District. He lost all the houses in the West District, leaving only one. He was a real prodigal.

When he set foot in Queens again, Hasta could not help but sigh at the prosperity, luxury, grandeur and the fact that no one in tattered clothes appeared here.

After all, the nobles were kind-hearted and could not bear the suffering of the poor.

There were also many beggars who wanted to come to Queens to beg for some money to make a living. They did as they wished, and they could beg for dozens of pounds or even hundreds of pounds in a day.

Then, at night, they were beaten to death and all the money was robbed, and their bodies were thrown directly into the Tussock River.

After all, the nobles were kind-hearted and could not bear the suffering of the poor.

Hey, he himself is also a noble...

That's a complicated feeling.

Oh, he is also a poor man now...

The feeling is even more complicated...

While Hasta was daydreaming, he walked on the Kingdom Avenue to enjoy the scenery on both sides.

In addition to the big houses here, the shops are more distinctive than other places.

This street to that street sells clothes, here to there sells jewelry, and that area specializes in selling gemstones...

Hasta just passed by the gate outside the shop without going in to take a look. He was just familiar with the terrain, as he might need it someday.

After two hours of walking around, it was almost time for the court to open, so he hired a carriage to leave Queens.

When the calm voice of the Chief Justice sounded in the court, Hasta came out from the corner, walked into the gate, and sat in the corner of the last row.

Well, very good, Mrs. Germani did not come today.

Hasta was in a good mood and listened carefully to today's case.

Apart from catching a ship of pirates and sentencing them, there was nothing new.

After the court session ended, Hasta was the first to get up, evaded the door, hired a carriage, and drove away in a cloud of dust, all in one go.

"Huh, perfect."

Hasta sat in the carriage, shook his head and laughed, then lifted the curtain and looked at the street scene outside.

In a glimpse, he vaguely saw a familiar figure, one of the strong men behind the previous scammer Andrew.

The sturdy man looked unkind, and when he saw his eyes sweeping over, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and avoid his gaze.

There must be something strange!

"It should be Andrew who sent him to monitor himself. Haha, he really won't give up."

Hasta lowered the curtain, his face became more solemn, and he tapped the bottom of the carriage with his cane, thinking about countermeasures.

Since the other party refused to give up, he naturally had to take action.

Back in the West District, before entering his own front door, Hasta keenly noticed that there were eyes in the dark looking at him.

He looked normal, took out the key to open the door, and then closed the door.

The other party was bolder than he thought, and had sent someone to monitor his door. It was estimated that the other party would take action at the latest tomorrow night.

Although the security in the West District is good, it is impossible to monitor this area all the time, and there will always be negligence.

Hasta went upstairs while thinking, came to the study, sat at the desk, took out two blank envelopes, and began to write.

In the first letter, he planned to write to Grallant, telling him that Andrew's group came to him a few days ago to defraud him but failed, and they were angry and wanted to deal with him, and asked him to put some pressure on the police station stationed in the West District.

In the second letter, he wrote a letter of complaint directly to the local police station, saying that Andrew's group tried to humiliate a nobleman, and the words in the letter were fierce, and asked them to send someone to protect him in secret as soon as possible.

After writing the letter and putting it in the envelope, Hasta went out again to prevent other accidents.

He hired a carriage and went to Grallant's house, but he did not go in. He just asked the butler who happened to be at the door to hand the letter to Grallant, and asked him to send another letter to the police station in the West District.

After doing this, Hasta hired a carriage to go around nearby, and then returned to his home.

This trip not only wasted a lot of his time, but also cost him 1 soli and 4 pence!

He became even poorer than he was.

"When we catch Andrew, we must make him double the compensation for my losses."

"Shouldn't you pay the price for trying to bully a noble?"

Hasta snorted, holding a kitchen knife to chop a celery, and then cut a whole piece of beef into thin slices. He was going to make a tender stir-fried beef.

At night, Hasta closed the bedroom door tightly, and went to the study next door to sleep on the floor.

Well, this is to avoid unnecessary trouble. Now he doesn't want to fight with a group of desperate strong men.

Time passed little by little, and around two o'clock in the morning, the sound of the window being carefully smashed open came from the originally quiet first floor.

Is it coming?

Hasta, who was meditating and resting his mind, opened his eyes as soon as possible and picked up a boning knife specially used for deboning.

The blade is slender and sharp, and suitable for waving, which is much more useful than the clumsy cane.