Chapter 65 A kind gift from Mr. A
the next day.
Hasta went to the Bavart Bank. In the letter, Greco specifically mentioned that his weekly salary had been increased by 5 pounds and asked where he was. The implication was to ask if he had time to come over and reminisce.
After settling the matter between Professor Wayne and the workhouse, in order to avoid being visited by the Nighthawks, he had to go to the Night Church and pray devoutly.
The two things happened to be done together.
He came to Bavart Bank and found the Harley manager, and he confirmed that his weekly salary had indeed been increased by 5 pounds.
Then he took a carriage to St. Samuel's Church, where he prayed silently for half an hour under the gaze of the priest, and then donated two 10 gold pound notes into the donation box.
After leaving St. Samuel's Church, it was already twelve o'clock at noon. Greco arrived after finishing what he was doing.
After a while of pleasantries, Greco asked about Hastur's current situation.
"I have heard about what happened in the dock area. If we encounter such dangerous things in the future, we should let the church directly handle it."
“Professor Wayne is an excellent and competent teacher and I need to contribute to that.”
"No matter how good the teacher is, it is not as valuable as your own life. There are many ways to solve the problem. A qualified noble will not take risks easily."
"Well, I will stay in the West District recently and will not go out easily."
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Grek has been very busy recently. After inviting Hastur to have a meal, he went to deal with things again. Looking at his hurried pace, Hastur knew that a change in the Loen Kingdom was about to begin.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Hastur arrived at the Brave Bar, where Maric was already waiting in the billiards room.
After closing the door, two living corpses stood guard on both sides to prevent irrelevant people from entering.
"Here, your guess is right, this is indeed a sealed artifact."
Maric threw a bell over, and Hasta caught it smoothly, spread it on the palm of his right hand, looked at it twice and said, "What specific effects and negative effects does it have?"
This bell was what he and Maric pulled off the monster last night.
In order to avoid trouble last night, he asked Maric to leave with the living corpse first, while he stayed alone to deal with the aftermath.
"It has three main abilities. The first is that it can create a silent space and prevent the spread of sound; the second is that it can expand the scope of influence of the rules, which is very suitable for arbitrators and lawyers; the third is that it can confuse people's minds and make people deeply trapped. It’s hard to extricate yourself from it.”
"Its negative impact is as you have guessed before. If you wear it for a long time or hear its voice for a long time, you will gradually lose your mind and lose your mind. Over time, you can completely lose all emotions."
"Don't shake it casually except at critical moments. As long as it doesn't make any noise, its negative impact will be very small."
Maric explained the bell's abilities and negative effects one by one. This was the answer he came up with after consulting Sharon.
"How powerful is it equivalent to a sealed object?"
"In my hand, it is equivalent to a level 3 sealed object. In your hand, it should be able to exert the capabilities of a level 2 sealed object."
Having said this, Maric glanced at Hastur and reminded: "We generally refer to these types of things as extraordinary items. According to the concept of sealed items classified by level, only the clergy of the church often use this term."
Hastur understood the reminder in Maric's words, which was to tell him not to use the term sealed object casually in the future, because many extraordinary people are very resistant to it and even hate church personnel.
Hastur put the bell away and said with a smile: "The matter has been resolved. How about I buy you a drink?"
Maric said calmly: "That Vice Dean Bard escaped."
Hastur's expression froze slightly, and he felt uneasy in his heart.
"He may be much stronger than we expected, or he may have stronger extraordinary items in his hands, otherwise it would be impossible to escape from the Nighthawks."
Maric is not afraid of a demon who is alone and is being targeted by the Church of the Night, but Hastur, a young noble who is only Sequence 8, is very dangerous to be targeted by a demon.
Because the devil is a Sequence 6 Beyonder.
Hastur sighed. He had clearly stated in the letter that Bard was a demon, but the people from the Church of the Night Goddess still let Bard run away. Wasn't this leaving trouble for himself?
As long as Vice Dean Bard is not stupid, he will definitely target him.
Marich sat lazily, with his legs crossed on the table, and chuckled: "Devils are very vengeful creatures, and they have a strong sense of danger. After this failure, I will look for opportunities to kill them again." It’s very difficult.”
"If I were it, I would definitely hide and recover from my injuries and won't come to trouble you in a short time."
"And if there is such a big mistake, the Nighthawks will definitely protect you in secret, and at the same time open a snare and wait for the demon to come to your door."
Hasta listened silently, stood up and said with a smile: "Let's have a drink first."
"You have a good attitude."
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At night, Hastur returned home, went to the study, opened the window, admired the moonlight outside, and then closed the window again.
Although the Nighthawks' tracking skills are very good, they are still not perfect. They can't even fool themselves, let alone a demon who was injured just now.
This situation made Hastur even more reassured.
As long as Bud knew that there was a Nighthawk watching here, he would not dare to come to the door casually, and his safety factor would be indirectly improved a lot.
He took a book and sat at the desk to read it quietly. He didn't go back to his room to rest until about 11:30. His schedule was the same as before.
After locking the doors and windows and going to bed, Hastur entered the Hall of Stars through his dreams.
With the Night Watcher watching him, he didn't dare to chant the honorific name casually.
"Let me see where you are hiding now."
Hastur slowly closed his eyes and began to spy on the fate line related to Bard and himself.
Although he could also activate the ability to spy on fate in the real world, the restrictions were relatively large, and once he spied on the existence of high sequence, he would be backlashed.
In the Hall of Stars, the ability to spy on fate would be enhanced, and the possible backlash would be severely weakened.
Soon, a picture emerged in a dark world.
In the blood-stained picture, a head was quietly suspended, with unwillingness and madness in his eyes.
This is Bard's head!
Hastur opened his eyes and began to think about the meaning of the picture just now.
There is no doubt that Bard will die in the future, and his head will be cut off.
But his image did not appear in the picture. Could it be that Bard in the future did not die in his own hands?
Will he be found by the Nighthawks and killed because of resistance?
Hasta just thought about it for a while and did not think about it further.
It didn't matter who Bard died in, as long as they didn't bother him.
After solving this matter, Hasta looked at the star where the Mother Tree of Desire was, looked at it twice, and did not choose to whip Him.
He is different from the djinn. If he is too reckless, he may be caught by Him and invade the Hall of Stars.
The last experiment is enough.
In the next few days, Hasta stayed on the balcony in the house during the day, reading books, drinking tea and basking in the sun, and did not go out.
He had to wait until Bard was killed before going out, otherwise it would be unsafe.
A demon who is good at detecting danger, if he really loses his mind and takes revenge, Hasta does not think that the Nighthawks can appear in time to save him.
At the same time, he was also testing his fate a little. If he stayed in the house all the time, would Bard's fate of death change?
After all, he chose not to go out because he had glimpsed a corner of the future, which to a certain extent changed his fate.
Every night, he would enter the Hall of Stars and try to peek into Bard's future destiny again, and every time he saw the same picture.
Until this night.
Hasta lay on the bed as usual, entered the Hall of Stars through dreams, closed his eyes skillfully, and peeked into Bard's future destiny.
But this time, he saw nothing, only darkness.
"Does this mean that Bard has died today?" Hasta opened his eyes and fell into deep thought.
According to his limited cognition, only this explanation fits.
This is undoubtedly a good thing for him.
Finally, he can go out and stroll normally without having to stay at home all the time.
And once Bard dies, the Night Watcher will not keep staring at him.
While Hasta was thinking, he suddenly felt that danger was approaching, and his spirit was warning him frantically.
He stood up and swept a circle of stars in the sky. The Fallen Mother Goddess, the Mother Tree of Desire, and the Lamp Goddess were all staying in their own stars, and did not make any noise.
Then the danger comes from reality!
Hastur quickly cut off the connection with the Hall of Stars and let his star spirit return to the body.
He just opened his eyes and heard a crash, and the locked window was blown open by the wind.
He hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, holding the cane on the bedside, and stared at the window with great vigilance.
Suddenly, a big box the size of a head flew in through the window and landed steadily on the table.
There was a note on the top of the big box.
The whistling wind outside gradually stopped, and then returned to calm, and the window was closed again.
Only the big box on the table and the note confirmed what happened just now.
Hastur waited for a while and found nothing unusual, so he walked over and cautiously used the bottom of the cane to pick up the big box.
The lid of the box was opened, revealing what was inside.
A bloody head!
Bard's head!
His eyes were filled with unwillingness and madness!
Just like the scene he saw when he peeped into his fate!