Chapter 160 The Witch of the Night

Chapter 160 The Witch of the Night

Secretly collecting information?

Hastur's first reaction was the Aurora Society where Mr. A belonged and the yellow-robed monks lurking in the dark.

These two organizations have been paying special attention to themselves since they were born, and it is reasonable for them to secretly collect information about themselves.

"Don't you think it's strange at all?"

Maric couldn't understand why Hastur could look so calm. Normally, shouldn't he be curious and shocked?

"It's strange, who is collecting my information?"

"...Your reaction is a bit too fake."

"Is it so obvious?"

Hastur smiled and shook the wine glass on the table. The dark red liquid swirled along the wall of the glass several times.

"We guess those people should belong to the Witch Sect." Sharon said, looking at Hastur with a bit of curiosity and scrutiny.

"Witch Cult?"

Hastur was stunned for a moment. What was the good witch sect doing to collect his information?

I haven't asked them for the assassin potion formula yet.

Maric said in a teasing tone: "Tsk, Hastur, it's normal for you to look like this to attract people from the Witch Sect. I heard that they just like young and handsome men."

"Maric, are you jealous of me?"

"..."

Maric snorted softly and shut up. He was not that stupid to discuss this topic with Hastur. Let Sharon do the talking.

Sharon said in a very calm tone: "The Witch Sect has always been synonymous with disaster and despair. It will never be a good thing for them to find you."

"Maybe they just think I'm good-looking?"

"It's possible. After all, you only have this skin left."

"..."

Hastur thought it was better not to talk too much in front of Sharon, otherwise she would stab her hard every time.

After sorting out his thoughts, Hasta said sternly: "I have not had any contact with people from the Witch Sect. The only one who is more likely is Mrs. Germani. Someone told me that she has some connections with the Witch Sect."

Maric couldn't help but interrupt, "Hasta, it turns out you are attracted by a noble lady."

"This is a kind of distress, Maric, you are not me, you don't understand what kind of painful experience this is."

"..."

Maric wanted to slap himself in the face, but why did he talk to him like this?

"Aren't you nobles always very open in this regard?" Sharon's tone was as calm as ever.

"Those are other nobles. I have always kept myself clean and have never messed around with men and women. Well, I have mysophobia."

Hastur felt that he needed to clear his name to avoid being misunderstood.

"That's not a problem we need to worry about. You can take care of it yourself."

"If I am really in danger, I will ask you for help."

"I may not have time."

"Sharon, you are so heartless."

Sharon's face was calm, her blue eyes glanced at Hastur, and she said no more.

…

In a luxurious villa.

In a luxuriously decorated room, the bustling room became calm again.

"You seem particularly enthusiastic tonight?"

"You go."

"Tsk, that's a bit too heartless. It's often said that when a man pulls up his trousers, he won't recognize you, and it seems the same goes for a woman when she puts on a skirt."

"I didn't ask you to come, you came to me yourself."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you on this issue. Recently I asked someone to find out about Baron Campbell. He's not bad. He looks very exciting."

There was silence in the room for a while, and then an angry voice sounded: "I don't need you to interfere in my private life!"

"I'm just out of curiosity and don't have many other ideas. But you, you can't even get a little man. Can your charm only attract those old men with big bellies?

Oh, I forgot, you were determined not to embark on the path of a witch at the beginning. Now, do you regret your innocence in the past? "

"roll!"

"Hahaha, you're actually angry! You actually wavered in your past determination because of a man!

You should still remember our family’s admonition: witches die of love! "

"I don't need you to remind me!"

"I'm just afraid that you will embark on a path of no return. After all, I am your sister."

After a pleasant chuckle, the window opened, a figure walked away from the window, and then the window was closed again.

"Baron Hastur Campbell..."

…

The Hall of Stars.

Hastur sat at the head of the long table, his eyes swept over the bright stars, and finally landed on the stars of the high-dimensional overlookers.

The high-dimensional Overlooker who had been staying with Adam was now embarking on his own journey again. His direction was very random, and there was no overly clear purpose.

At this moment, He was raising a bonfire in the wild, and he was also leisurely collecting many thick and tough vines to build a fairly flat vine bed between two big trees.

He tested the strength of the new bed, and after confirming that it could support His weight, he turned over and lay on the bed, looking up at the stars.

Leisurely and cozy.

This made Hastur, who had been observing him, couldn't help but sigh: "He really looks like an ordinary human being, not at all the scary side of the Outer God in the past."

After watching for a while, Hastur finally resisted the urge to strike with the whip, looked away, and took another look at the star where the true Creator and Adam were.

Now Aurora is so active in looking for believers of the stars, this is definitely from the instruction of the real creator.

Since the other party wants to find him, if he has nothing to do in the future, he will come to observe Him for a while.

This time Ouroboros is no longer with the real creator, he should be out doing things.

Could he run to Backlund again?

Now even Will can't sense him, Ouroboros should not be able to detect his abnormality.

After staring for a while, Hastur also glanced at Adam.

He still stayed in the church, not praying devoutly, but looking out the window, not at the starry sky, but at the distance.

When will Adam hold a dusk hermit meeting?

Hastur is looking forward to the arrival of this day, when he can see how powerful this organization is.

After observing for a while, he retracted his gaze.

After a short rest, he began to spy on fate, about the assassin potion formula.

The person who appeared in the picture is Madam Germani, this is a revelation of fate.

This is the same as what Will recommended, both are relatively quick ways.

But he really didn't want to get involved with someone like Madam Germani.

"Wait a little longer."

Hasta was not very anxious about the assassin potion formula.

Cut off the connection with the Hall of Stars, go offline and go to sleep.

Late at night, the wind outside the window suddenly accelerated, and the wind chimes hanging in front of the window in the study made a few crisp bell sounds.

Hasta, who had already fallen asleep, woke up from his deep sleep.

He subconsciously turned over and held the cane lying horizontally beside the bed. His eyes changed from being drowsy at the beginning to being sharp and alert.

The spirit was reminding him that someone was approaching.

Since Mr. A came to his house in the middle of the night last time, he had experience.

In order to prevent someone from coming in through the window in the middle of the night while he was still sleeping, Hasta left a small warning on the window. Once the breath of a Beyonder approached, it would give an alarm.

This was a little trick he learned from the Church of Steam and Mechanics after stealing the Black Emperor card last time.

For him who can make rules, this is not a difficult task.

Holding the cane, he just changed from lying on the bed to half squatting on the bed, and did not choose to get out of bed to open the window.

Whoosh, snap! snap!

A strong wind blew and two windows were knocked open.

The wind blew into the bedroom, making the things inside make a rustling sound.

Fortunately, there was nothing valuable, so even if it was blown to the ground and broken, Hasta would not feel bad.

"You are very alert."

A charming and somewhat cold voice was accompanied by a strong wind and poured into the room.

Hasta did not answer the other party, got up from the half-squatting position, got off the bed, and pulled out the sword in the cane, but did not move rashly, after all, he didn't know who was coming now.

Listening to this voice, it should not be Mr. A who has changed sex, but may be a Beyonder of the Witch Cult.

They are really brave, running to Queens in the middle of the night to knock on the window of a noble.

"Hehe, little man, do you want to see me?"

This time the voice has come from the window to the room, just in a shadow above the window.

Hastur glanced around, and it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Invisibility as an assassin?

Hastur's mouth curled up slightly, and he was also a master of invisibility, and it was no less than showing off his skills in front of an expert.

Slowly opening his spiritual vision, he saw a graceful figure above the window, lying upside down on the ceiling, looking down at him like a spider.

She was wearing a black long dress with red lace on the hem, and she looked a bit like Madam Germani, but their eyebrows and eyes were completely different.

Madam Germani had a style of wanting to say something but not being able to, while this one was charming and affectionate, with eyes that were straight and moving.

"I don't want to see someone who can only sneak around."

As Hastur spoke, he came to the side and lit a beautifully shaped table lamp.

The light was not too dazzling, but it was enough to dispel the darkness in the room.

The figure on the ceiling, relying on its invisible state, came silently above his head, like a giant spider preparing to pounce on its food.