Chapter 170 Leonard: The Stars are an evil and dangerous terrorist organization

Chapter 170 Leonard: The Stars are an evil and dangerous terrorist organization

Silence.

No sound.

Leonard opened his mouth slightly and looked at the blond young man in front of him who seemed to be indulging in sadness.

For the first time, he felt that fate was so ruthless that such a person appeared in front of him.

The poem that should have belonged to him tonight was squeezed away by half by others. He seemed to become eclipsed, reflecting the brilliance of others.

"Alas."

A heavy sigh came out of Leonard's throat. He looked complicated and stared at Hastur for a long time, whispering: "Backlund is worthy of being the city of hope and miracles in the world."

"How about my poem?"

"Very good."

Leonard nodded. Seeing that the other party did not seem to be proud of it, he asked curiously: "When and under what circumstances did you create this poem?"

"Just now, when you were chanting the poem."

Click.

It seemed that something cracked due to the impact of external force.

Leonard looked down and saw that it was his fragile and sensitive heart.

"That's great."

Leonard showed an incomprehensible smile on his face, and said seriously: "Hasta, your talent for poetry is really good, you are very suitable to be a poet."

"I'm just an amateur, writing poetry is not my specialty."

"..."

Hoo.

A gust of wind blew, and it seemed to sweep away something.

Leonard looked into the distance, oh, it turned out that his heart had turned into powder and followed the breeze away.

"What's wrong with you?"

The concerned words made Leonard retract his dull eyes and forced a smile on his face, saying with a smile: "It's okay. I just suddenly thought of something clearly."

"What's the matter?"

"There is no need to be too obsessed with some invisible things in life."

"A very reasonable sentence, you are worthy of being an excellent poet."

The smile on Leonard's face became more intense, so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, just like the thick gouache applied by the clown during the performance.

It's a pity that he is not a clown sequence, otherwise he should have completely digested the potion.

After a long time, Leonard, who had drunk several glasses of Southwell beer, finally calmed down. After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively: "Hasta, how do you think you should write a good poem?"

Learn to hit the enter key.

Split a complete sentence into two or three paragraphs, and then say some fragmented words that sound vague but seem to make sense.

Then mix them together in twos and threes, and finally learn to leave some blanks.

Hasta silently complained in his heart.

"I think a good poem should be sincere and sincere. The rich emotions of human beings are our greatest weapon, not affectation and singing old tunes in childhood."

Hasta gave a pretty good suggestion. Poems that can move people are truly worth singing.

Emotions, use sincerity to infect others, resonate with readers and listeners, and let them immerse themselves in it and cannot extricate themselves for a long time.

As for the piling up and embellishment of words, it is just the skin of a poem. The overall structure of the poem is the skeleton, and only emotions are the real soul.

Many poets only have a gorgeous appearance, but do not have an outstanding soul.

Of course, sometimes they are ugly even in appearance, and even their skeletons are gone, like a pool of mud on the ground.

As for the soul?

The shiny black, stinking sewage next to it is it.

"Hasta, you really should write poetry, and really should let more people appreciate your work."

Leonard's eyes almost lit up. As the conversation deepened, he felt more and more that the blond young man in front of him was a genius in writing poetry.

"Compared to writing, I am better at satire and criticism."

Hasta was very self-aware of this.

Seeing that Leonard was going to persuade him again, Hasta smiled and said, "Emotion is the source of poetry. If you insist on it, you will only lose the beauty of poetry and become a tool for poetry."

"Okay."

Leonard thought this sentence made sense, but he really felt sorry for Hasta.

If he had this kind of poetry talent, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

As the two continued to talk, someone not far away talked about the matter of the Star Believers.

Now as things ferment, the topic of the Star Believers is no longer limited to the extraordinary world, and even ordinary people know a little about it.

In their view, this is a new cult organization, or a terrorist organization.

All the major events that happened in Backlund recently were caused by these Star Believers.

Leonard and Hastur, who listened quietly for a while, looked unhappy.

The two smiled at each other, and Leonard deliberately said: "Star Believers, it seems that there is a popular activity in Backlund to find their traces recently."

"After all, the reward is very generous. Even the police station has posted a reward. As long as you find the traces of Star Believers or related information, you can get a considerable reward." Hastur also joined the topic.

"Do you know anything about Star Believers?"

"Not very clear, how about you?"

"Me, I don't know much either. I just came to Backlund recently, and I don't know much about what happened here."

Leonard smiled and pretended to know nothing.

Hastur thought for a while and said: "I heard that there are Star Believers appearing recently, and I don't know what he looks like."

"He should look pretty good."

"Have you seen him?"

"I've only heard of him. He's said to be good-looking and gentle."

"Oh, if I have a chance, I'd like to meet that believer in the stars."

Leonard turned his empty wine glass and asked curiously, "Why are you interested in him?"

"I'm just curious about what kind of person can be protected by the stars."

"That's not a good thing."

Leonard thought about it and decided to remind Mr. Hasta, who was very eloquent.

"Now even the people of the seven major churches are looking for believers of the stars. It can be seen that this is an extremely evil and dangerous organization. We ordinary people should not have any contact with them."

"Extremely evil and dangerous?"

Hasta narrowed his eyes and smiled: "But I haven't heard of those believers of the stars doing anything terrible?"

"That's just the appearance. Maybe the recent murders are caused by them."

"But didn't the police station find the murderer? How do you know it was done by believers of the stars?"

Leonard laughed and said: "I'm just guessing, it may not be true, but one thing is certain, stay away from them, there is absolutely no harm."

"That's right."

Hasta raised his glass and clinked it with Leonard's glass, and smiled: "We ordinary people should really stay away from them."

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the bathroom."

Leonard drank another glass of wine, and finally couldn't stand the swelling in his abdomen, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

"Believers of the stars."

Hasta murmured, ordered another glass of fruit wine, and drank it in small sips.

He was thinking whether to find out the fake one who pretended to be a believer of the stars. If he was allowed to do whatever he wanted, it would ruin the reputation of the stars.

Although he didn't care much, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

He had done nothing, but he had to bear the blame for the chaos in Backlund.

People who blasphemed the gods should be punished.

After a while, Leonard came briskly from the bathroom, and then asked the bartender for three glasses of Southwell beer and a few snacks.

Looking at him, he was probably going to drink until late tonight.

Hastur took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was already past eleven o'clock.

We had been chatting until late tonight, and it was time to go back and rest.

After all, Backlund was not very peaceful recently, so it was better not to stay outside for too long.

"Hasta, do you want to drink more?"

Hearing that Leonard was going to treat him to a drink, Hasta held up the half-drunk fruit wine in his hand and shook his head, saying, "I've already drunk a lot tonight. I have to go home and rest later. Let's do it another day."

Leonard felt a little pity and sighed and walked over.

Hasta glanced at him and said, "You seem to have something bothering you tonight?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You look like you're going to drink until dawn. Generally, people who drink alone late at night have a lot of worries. Only in this way can they drink a bellyful of wine."

"That's a good point."

Leonard did not state his true situation, but talked about the difficulties he had when he first came to Backlund.

For example, the housing prices were too high, he was unfamiliar with the place, and he was busy with work, etc.

Hasta listened quietly, and after accompanying Leonard to finish the glass of wine, he got up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he told Leonard that if he wanted to find him for a drink in the future, he could come here to try his luck, or tell the waiter here.

Leonard said that if he had time in the future, he would come here to drink with him, and then watched Hasta leave in a carriage.

"Without a great drinking companion, drinking is not enough."

Leonard sighed and thought of Klein.

This friend who had been friends since Tingen was good in many ways, but his alcohol tolerance was average, so it was difficult to drink with him.

Well, Klein's poetry level seemed to be average, right?

Sure enough, people like Mr. Hasta tonight who have both talent and appearance are only a minority among the minority.

Leonard drank silently until the bar closed at dawn, and then he was ready to leave.

Before leaving, the waiter told him that Mr. Hasta had paid for his drinks in advance.

"Tsk, someone invited me to drink when I just came to Backlund. I am indeed a very charming person."

Leonard was quite moved by this, stopped a carriage, and returned to St. Samuel Church in the North District.