Chapter 50 The destiny it carries

Chapter 50 The destiny it carries

"300 gold pounds!"

After reacting, Gray Linte directly quoted a relatively high price.

Hastur once told him that the price of the Sequence 9 potion formula was between 200 and 300 gold pounds.

The medicine master's potion formula is relatively valuable, about 250 gold pounds.

"You're generous and a good bargain."

Maric said, taking out a piece of paper from his arms and handing it to Gray Lint, and said: "If you can't gather the extraordinary materials above, you can come to me for help. Of course, I will charge you a certain amount of hard work." ”

Gray Linte took the paper with a smile and said with excitement: "This is what it should be, it should be."

He did not have the slightest doubt about the authenticity of the pharmacist's potion formula. He did not believe in Maric, but in Hastur's credibility.

If Hastur wanted to lie to him, he would have given him a fake medicine master's potion formula long ago. There was no need to wait until now.

"You have better luck than me."

Hastur gave Glerint a reassuring look, Maric and Sharon were still trustworthy.

"Ha ha……"

Gray Lint smiled for a while, and then hurriedly asked the servant to go down and prepare some things so that Maric and Hastur could stay for dinner.

Maric was in the living corpse sequence. He didn't really need to eat, so he politely refused to leave.

Of course, Hastur couldn't just slap his butt and leave like Maric. He also had to thank Gray Lint for giving him thin noodles today, and at the same time he had to answer some of Gray Lint's doubts.

After all, he can be regarded as the guide for Gray Linte to enter the extraordinary world.

After dinner, Gray Lint took Hastur to his study to chat and ask some questions about extraordinary materials.

Hastur only recommended him a fairly trustworthy black market for trading extraordinary materials. He believed that Gray Lint would not be stupid enough to take risks himself every time.

When it comes to buying extraordinary materials, he can definitely send someone he trusts to buy them.

At the end of the conversation, Gray Lint mentioned that he was going to hold a small private party this week, saying that he wanted to give him a little shock.

"Did you invite Miss Audrey?"

Hasta made a casual guess. He noticed something was wrong with Audrey's expression last time they met.

"...Hastur, can't you act a little stupid sometimes?"

"Graylint, I also hope you can become smarter."

"Oh, I can't be this friend anymore."

Gray Linte sighed, but his depression was quickly dissipated by the joy of the pharmacist's potion formula, and he smiled and left Hastur to chat for a while longer.

Before leaving, Hastur specifically told Gray Lint not to tell others about the resurrection ceremony he had held, otherwise it would cause trouble.

Gray Lint, who had already half-stepped into the extraordinary world, now began to realize how terrifying it was to hold a resurrection ceremony.

Although the ritual ultimately failed, it was still terrifying.

After hearing Hastur's instructions, he quickly agreed and promised not to tell anyone else in the future.

…

When he got home, Hasta looked at his pocket watch. Around nine-thirty, he asked someone to prepare a substantial midnight snack.

When he came to the bathroom and was about to take a shower, a slim figure appeared in the mirror in front of him.

She was wearing a Gothic palace dress of a different color than this afternoon, and a small black gauze hat. Her blue eyes were like a pool of clear water, without any ripples flowing.

Seeing Hasta look over, she held up the skirts on both sides of her hands, gracefully performed court etiquette, and then disappeared from the mirror.

Hastur didn't have time to say anything. He could only lament that the extraordinary ability of the resentful soul was really elusive and unpredictable.

Fortunately, I was still wearing clothes. If Miss Sharon suddenly appeared in the mirror while I was taking a shower, it would be really scary.

But Miss Sharon won't be so boring, right?

Hastur tried calling twice in a low voice, but when he received no response, he felt relieved.

Pausing in front of the mirror for a while, Hastur summoned his spiritual power and formulated a new rule for this bathroom.

"Invisibility is prohibited here! Hiding is prohibited!"

After the rules were generated, Hastur turned on his spiritual vision again and checked it carefully, and indeed found no trace of Miss Sharon.

He couldn't help but feel happy. He was just taking a bath, but he felt like a thief.

The feeling of being a thief in your own home is really new.

After taking a shower and eating a delicious late-night snack, Hasta was particularly excited. He looked at his pocket watch and saw that there was still more than an hour before eleven-thirty.

He came to the study and began to study advanced legal books.

With the barbarian's physical bonus, he is now very energetic and energetic. Even if he is reading these complicated and boring legal provisions, he will not feel tired.

It wasn't until two hours later that he put down his books and stretched back to the bedroom to rest.

After lying on the bed for a while, he entered the Hall of Stars, with two chains of order hanging on both sides of him, swaying gently.

Hastur stared at the star where the djinn was for a long time, and finally resisted the idea of ​​lashing him a few times.

I'm used to smoking, but I'm still a little uncomfortable at the moment.

Sighing, he looked at the star where the Mother Tree of Desire was, then looked back and began to think about what kind of rules should be formulated for the second chain of order.

With the first rule as a foundation, he can now think more freely about some rules other than combat power, such as fate.

From the time he was born in the mysterious world until now, it seems that he has a deep relationship with the word fate.

The name Hasta Campbell is not a simple name in mysticism. Whether the King in Yellow exists or not, it is something that needs to be vigilant.

A person's name may affect a person's fate. In mysticism, the relationship between the two is even closer.

And he has already carried this fate.

Voltaire Campbell, the gambler, seems to have been cursed by the extraordinary person of the fate path, which made his gambling luck extremely unlucky, and finally lost his property and drowned by the river.

Andrew came to blackmail himself, and there was also the shadow of the extraordinary person of the fate path behind him.

Connecting this series of things, it seems that his fate has been arranged by someone.

So can I use the Hall of Stars to make myself jump out of the influence of fate as much as possible?

Make a fate that jumps out of fate?

This is obviously impossible, because no matter what kind of fate it is, it is still fate, and there is no fate that jumps out of fate.

Then we can only reduce or get rid of the influence of fate on ourselves as much as possible.

How should such rules be formulated?

Hasta was in trouble again and fell into deep thought.

This was not something he could determine in a day or two, and he still had time to think slowly.

…

At six in the morning, Hasta had already woken up from his deep sleep. With the physique of a barbarian, his sleep time could be greatly reduced, and four hours of sleep a day was enough.

When he got up and had nothing to do, he went to the study to continue reading legal books.

At about half past eight, after breakfast, Hasta asked the coachman to go to the suburbs.

With nothing to do, he planned to go to the village where the old man lived and erect a monument for him. This was the only thing he could do for the old man.

In the story narrated by the old man, he had no relatives or friends, nor any descendants, but lived alone in a secluded village in the suburbs.

The suburbs were a bit far away, and with the bumpy carriage, it took Hasta nearly four hours to reach the small village.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, it is indeed a suitable place for retirement.

However, for the villagers here, such a topographic pattern is the root cause of their poverty and backwardness.

There are more mountains and fewer plains, and there are no rare mines nearby, so no company will come here to invest and build factories to drive economic growth.

Hasta's arrival attracted many people's attention. This place is a distance away from the city, and few nobles come here on weekdays.

Hearing that Hasta was looking for the old man, the villagers were discussing privately, could it be that the old man's grandson came to look for relatives?

A young man who was responsible for leading the way was very talkative. Without Hasta saying too much, he told everything he knew one by one.

The old man was also a strange man in the village. Although he came from another place and lived alone, there was always endless meat at home.

According to the hunters who went up the mountain to hunt, the old man was very familiar with the mountain environment and was very good at hunting. As long as he went around the mountain, he could have endless meat in a week.

On weekdays, the old man occasionally used his prey to exchange some daily necessities with the villagers, and the price was very fair, so the villagers had a good relationship with him.

Under the guidance of the young man, Hasta came to the old man's house and pushed open the door. There were not many things in the room, but they were all neatly arranged.

Hasta thought that this should be a habit cultivated by the old man's many years of military career.

He did not disturb the old man's house too much, but asked the young man to help him get a set of the old man's clothes, buy a small piece of grave, bury the clothes, and set up a monument for the old man.

It read: A confessor, an eternal warrior.

After doing all this, Hasta took out 1 gold pound and handed it to the busy young man, and then got on the carriage and returned in the strange eyes of the villagers.

As for lunch, he bought some local bread in the village, dealt with it a little, and had a big meal after returning.

On the carriage, Hasta looked at the mountains in the distance and thought about it.

He wanted to play a barbarian in the metropolis of Backlund, which was a very difficult thing and easy to attract other people's attention.

But if he goes to the suburbs, near the mountains and forests, will he be able to play the role of a barbarian more easily?

For barbarians, wildness is also a very important point.

Nothing can liberate wildness better than the natural environment.

It’s just that in the suburbs, far away from the urban circle, the risk factor is relatively high.

You can consider letting Maric act as your bodyguard for a period of time. If Miss Sharon is willing to come, it will be safer.

Hasta thinks this method is very feasible. It happens that he also has a large manor in the suburbs, which he has not visited yet.

It’s a good time to go and take a look, but don’t let it be ruined by mosquitoes, snakes and rats.