Chapter 72: The Lamp God's Small Victory

Aster Flower, Aster Manor... could such a coincidence happen?

He paused in his steps and looked solemn. Any coincidence could be the prelude to a conspiracy.

Moreover, he has recently provoked extraordinary people from the destiny path. Any coincidence or chance may contain something terrible.

Aster flower…

Hastur stopped in front of the door and thought for a long time before he remembered the record about the aster flower.

The aster flower represents elegance and mystery. Many people believe that it has magical powers. It was considered a sacred flower in ancient Rome and Greece.

Among them, the star-shaped aster flower is used to represent the stars in the sky.

Represent the stars?

Hastur subconsciously looked up. The gray mist covered the sky above Backlund, and the bright sunshine struggled to shine through.

The stars that are clearly visible at night are hiding behind the scorching sun without a trace.

Hasta stared blankly for a while, then laughed and whispered: "Too many coincidences would seem too deliberate."

"Today is another beautiful day."

Hastur called the carriage, got in and headed to Gray Lint's house.

Graylint looked shocked when Hastur returned the 2,200 gold pounds in the form of 220 ten-pound notes.

As far as he knew, Hasta's financial situation was not good. How could he spend this money all at once?

"Hasta, are you the baron who assisted the police in detecting the workhouse case?" Gray Lint said in surprise.

"It just happened to happen."

"No, no, you are too modest, even though it is a good virtue."

"The police station gave me a reward, which is quite generous."

"They have been complaining to the king about poverty, but they can still come up with such a sum of money. It seems that you played an important role in this case."

Gray Lint asked the butler to collect the money while leading Hastur to the study.

"You should ask Mr. Greco to help you operate it. Maybe you can get a reward from the king."

With no one else present, Gray Linte spoke much more directly.

"The King doesn't like us Campbells very much."

Hastur was sitting on the sofa, sipping a cup of Marquis black tea, and his tone was more casual.

"Your father Voltaire, well... it is true that he is not very popular with the king, otherwise he would not have his title reduced by the king because of those ridiculous behaviors."

"Didn't his title come from gambling?"

"That's not the only reason. Your father lost too much land in gambling and refused to correct his evil behavior, which made him dissatisfied with the king, which eventually led to his title being reduced from earl to baron."

Hasta thought for a moment and smiled: "I just helped solve a case. This little credit is not enough to make the king look at me differently."

Gray Lint chuckled, "It's enough if you add Duke Negan's weight."

"Graylint, you are still too young."

Hastur shook his head and smiled: "Except for the king's lineage, the Negan family is the most noble. Their influence is already too great. Duke Negan will never express his opinion easily on this issue of title promotion. They even take the initiative to avoid suspicion.”

"That's right. Duke Negan has kept a low profile in recent years. The king is now more optimistic about Earl Hall and even intends to let his son marry Audrey."

Gray Linte thought about it seriously and realized that it was indeed what Hasta said, so he did not continue the topic.

The two chatted in the study for another two hours. During this period, Hastur told Graylint a lot of mystical knowledge and asked him to learn some ancient Hermetic and Giant languages.

After leaving Gray Lint's house, Hasta went to Backlund University, and in the evening went to the Brave Bar to chat and play cards with Maric.

Another solid day.

West Balam.

The warlords here are divided, and behind them there are the shadows of many other countries, turning this half of the southern continent into a colony.

Tonight, in an unknown town, a black light surged from the center of the town. The black light spread in the wind, covering the entire town in the blink of an eye.

The residents of the town walked out of their houses one after another and came to the huge square in the center of the town.

Their faces were filled with happy smiles, and their eyes were full of desire.

All of them, men, women, old and young, took off their obstructive clothes and exposed themselves naked under the crimson moon.

The crimson light falls on the snow-white body, adding an even more hazy aura.

Reproduction is the instinct of many living things.

Even plants that cannot move still show an extreme desire to reproduce.

Reproduction is the continuation of new life and the truth that the world continues to this day.

To resist reproduction is to go against human nature.

Only by breaking away from the constraints of ethical dogma and indulging the desires from the bottom of your heart can you gain true freedom and happiness.

Indulge your desires and multiply your life.

As more and more townspeople participated, the atmosphere of desire in this place became stronger and stronger, and wisps of vitality spread out from the men and women, converging on an altar in the center.

Mahamus stood in the middle of the altar, using calm and bewitching words to lure the townspeople to take off their restraints and join this grand event.

His eyes were full of enthusiasm and a smile appeared on his lips.

He could feel that their god was watching here, and He was watching him!

Previously, he had always believed that sexual intercourse between men and women was a violation of sanctity.

Only by restraining desires can we awaken our divinity from this struggle and see the gods.

But it wasn't until he truly met God that he realized that he had gone in the opposite direction.

Desire needs to be indulged.

Indulging desires is a way to love yourself most.

Only by being honest with yourself first can you face the world with the same mentality.

Restraint and moderation of desires are nothing but self-deception.

This is the instinct of human beings and the reason why all things can reproduce.

If everything in the world restrains itself and no longer reproduces life, then how dead this world will be!

Here we are, God’s gaze is penetrating through the layers of starry sky.

Maihams was trembling with excitement. Every time he witnessed a miracle, his soul would be baptized.

"Gathering people together for lewdness, it's really you bunch of human scum!"

A deep drink broke the tranquility of this place.

Maihams looked up and saw a large figure surrounding him in the dark night!

"You lackeys of the church! You are trying to destroy the coming of God!"

The sea, the Dawn.

In the captain's cabin, the phantom of the lantern appeared from the wishing lantern and said with a smile, "Now do you believe I didn't lie to you?"

He was in a good mood. This time, the Church of Storms joined forces with the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom to destroy the divine descending ceremony of the Mother Tree of Desire in West Balang.

Help him win the bet with the Mother Tree of Desire, so that he can have more confidence to negotiate and trade with the Mother Tree of Desire.

It was a small feeling of pride.

Bernadette stared at the Djinn God and said: "According to the news I got, the evil god did not personally preside over this divine descent, and the entire divine descent ceremony seems much simpler than before."

"This is just a try."

"You are definitely hiding something from me."

The Djinn thought for a while and said, "I did hide part of the news. I made a bet with the Mother Tree of Desire. If I can destroy his divine descending ceremony this time, he will give me a tarot card."

Bernadette's expression moved slightly. She knew that the Tarot cards spoken by the Djinn God must be the pair of Tarot cards with mysterious power left by her father Russell.

"The Mother Tree of Desire originally wanted to use the Devil card as a bet, but I refused. The Devil card is too dangerous for you, so I asked it to replace it with a Temperance card."

"I'm not going to take the temperance card."

Bernadette refused directly. Things from the Mother Tree of Desire are not that easy to get. The Devil Card is very dangerous. Are the Temperance Cards safe?

The genie looked at the roof of the cabin, his eyes seemed to penetrate the obstruction and saw the stars twinkling in the sky.

"That temperance card, I never prepared it for you from the beginning."

"Off, off, the Church of Storms teamed up with the Eternal Sun Church and the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom to destroy a large-scale cult sacrifice ceremony in West Balang!"

"Outside, outside, the Dawn of the Mysterious Queen across the sea appears near Damir Port!"

"Extra, extra, the mysterious baron who secretly helped the police solve the Sunrise Workhouse case turned out to be him!"

On the street, a child selling newspapers holds a pile of newspapers in his left hand and shakes a newspaper in his right hand to attract the attention of customers. He loudly sells today's newspapers to passers-by.

"Give me one."

Hastur, who was passing nearby, asked the coachman to stop the carriage and buy a newspaper.

In the carriage, Hastur opened the newspaper and read it carefully.

Judging from the news revealed in the newspaper, the djinn has won the bet.

I wonder if the deal between the Djinn God and the Mother Tree of Desire has been completed privately?

Bernadette's Dawn appeared near Damir Port. Could it have secretly entered Loen and come to Backlund?

Based on the abnormality shown by the djinn during this period, Bernadette will definitely carry the wishing lantern with her to avoid accidents.

It seems that I have to be careful of the prying eyes of the Djinn, and it is best not to meet Bernadette.

Hasta looked at another news item, not knowing which kind-hearted person told the story about how he helped the police solve the case.

The newspapers were full of praise for this young, promising and handsome baron, and they did not hesitate to praise him.

Hasta put down the newspaper, feeling a little headache. He didn't want to be so famous.