Chapter 184 The Immortal Witch: Hastur, can you take me home?

Chapter 184 The Immortal Witch: Hastur, can you take me home?

When Hastur's figure appeared in the bar again, Leonard stood up and walked towards him, and Serafina also cast a curious look.

"Hasta, I didn't expect you to come tonight. I hope you won't be angry at what I did just now. I think you can understand my situation just now."

There was an apology on Leonard's face. He really felt that he was sorry for Hastur in front of him. It was obvious that his original intention of coming to this bar was to invite Hastur back for a drink, but now, Hastur When I arrived, I was chatting with a beautiful woman.

Putting himself in his shoes, Leonard felt that he was so inhuman.

"Of course, I understand you very well."

Hastur had a smile on his face, but he was cursing in his heart: "I understand that it is very interesting for you to fall in love with a witch. In fact, you can just pretend that I don't exist."

Leonard said happily: "Hasta, I am determined to be your friend!"

"Go ahead, don't let people wait over there."

"I want to introduce you to Seraphina. After all, you are my proud friend."

"This is not good. The bar tonight is a stage that belongs to the two of you. There should be no third party involved." Hasta rejected Leonard's invitation with a smile.

He has no intention of talking to the witch and making friends. As for what it's like to be a witch, he should let Leonard experience it by himself.

"Well, if I have time in the future, I will come and treat you to a drink."

Leonard did not force it, and after chatting with Hastur for a few more words, he returned to his seat, while Hastur was still sitting on the edge of the bar.

"Your friend seems special?"

Serafina looked at Hastur, who was sitting on the edge drinking alone, and a different light seemed to flow in her eyes.

"He is indeed a very special friend, and he is very understanding of my current situation."

"Let's meet him for a drink together. The more friends the better, right?"

Leonard refused: "He likes to be alone and enjoys being alone. Let's not disturb him. And tonight only belongs to the two of us. I don't want to experience the same jealousy again."

Serafina didn't mention Hastur again, and instead started communicating with Leonard, keeping her eyes looking at Leonard's star-like eyes.

About half an hour later, Serafina's eyes were full of reluctance and she said: "It's almost time, I should go back."

"Go back where?"

"A family I don't really want to go back to."

"If this family is causing you pain, then I want to be able to help you get out of it."

"Pain is the nourishment of life. Only when I experience pain can I run towards happiness."

"Serafina, if only I could have met you sooner."

"It's not too late."

Serafina gave Leonard a look full of love.

Leonard walked Serafina to the door, and then watched her gradually disappear into the sea of ​​people.

"Serafina..."

Leonard muttered absentmindedly, and after a while he returned to the bar in despair.

He came to the empty seat next to Hastur and sat down, and then drank two large glasses of Southwell beer by himself. Then he sighed and said: "Hasta, I really fell into the whirlpool of love."

"It seems like a joyful thing for you."

Of course, it is also something that makes me feel very happy.

Hastur looked calm, but he was already suppressing a smile in his heart.

"Yes, this is indeed a very happy and happy thing, but it also brings me pain. When I part with her, the pain is no less than the happiness when we are together."

Leonard said with emotion: "Pain and happiness seem to be twins. No one can live without the other. Only with pain as nourishment can happiness be called happiness."

Hastur took a deep look at Leonard, boy, your thoughts are very dangerous!

Learn to taste pain, this is the teaching of the Witch Cult.

You are a believer of the goddess of the night, but you want to fall in love with an ageless witch, and your cognition and judgment are affected by her. Are you really not afraid of being struck to death by a thunderbolt from the goddess of the night?

Oh, it seems that the goddess of the night is not good at bringing down thunder.

"Happiness is not born from pain, and true happiness does not require the participation of pain. Pain is pain, and its existence will only bring misfortune to people."

Hastur still gave a little reminder to Leonard who was deeply in love.

"But I am experiencing pain right now."

Hasta thought for a moment and said, "You can marry her home. Won't you feel no pain when you see her every day?"

"Marry home?"

Leonard's eyes were dull for a moment, then gradually brightened, and then dimmed again.

He said with a depressed expression: "I have always regarded myself as a wandering poet and have never thought about marrying a wife and having children. This is a drag on me and will only hinder my progress."

"I can't help you make a choice, you can only rely on yourself." Hasta said he was helpless.

The wandering prodigal son chose to stop wandering because of true love. This sounds like a very interesting story.

It's a pity that there is no true love in this, only Leonard's wishful thinking.

"It's so painful."

Leonard drank another large glass of beer.

In this regard, Hastur just drank quietly.

It hurts now, but what about later?

Wouldn't it be possible to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself?

Although it is a bit immoral, Hasta really wants to see what kind of reaction Leonard will have when he knows that the woman he likes is actually a witch, and the true face of an immortal witch.

The grandfather in Leonard should also be looking forward to the arrival of this day.

Of course, this is also a rare growth experience.

Hasta believes that he should not affect Leonard's growth, and it is better to be a spectator quietly.

"Hasta, if it were you, what choice would you make?" Leonard looked at Hasta with hope.

Hasta took a sip of wine, and then said seriously: "Leonard, no matter what advice I give you, you will regret it in the future."

"Why?"

"Because that is the choice you made under the influence of others, not entirely on your own will.

You are a smart person, you should know that some things can only be decided by yourself, which others can never do for you."

Leonard fell into silence, and finally drank another large glass of beer, staring at the whole row of wine walls in front of the bar with confused eyes.

"Another golden wheat wave."

Hasta ordered another cocktail. The taste of this wine was a bit sweet and sour. It was said that there was a lot of orange juice in it.

Sour and sweet, is this the feeling of love?

Hasta glanced at Leonard, then looked at the row of wine walls, and chose a dark wine.

Black Abyss, this name is very good.

He originally wanted to order a glass for Leonard who was drinking alone, but he didn't want to hint too obviously, so as not to let Leonard's grandfather know that he was not simple.

...

Around twelve o'clock, Hasta watched Leonard, who was a little drunk, get on the carriage and leave, and he was ready to stop a carriage to go back.

But after waiting for half an hour, there was no second carriage on the street.

This situation is not common. Hasta has come to the Brave Bar many times. Basically, after waiting for more than ten minutes, there will be a carriage passing by the door.

Hasta waited patiently for another half an hour, but there was still no carriage passing by. This was a bit abnormal.

He did not choose to continue waiting, but returned to the Brave Bar and asked the old man Kaspars to help him arrange a vehicle.

Caspars told him not to worry and said he would arrange a vehicle for him soon.

Hasta had nothing to do, so he tried to order a cup of Black Abyss to taste it. He frowned as soon as he took the first sip. It was really bitter.

It was even more bitter than black coffee without sugar, and the tip of his tongue was almost numb.

"Only a true hero can finish this wine." Caspars saw this scene, his tone was light, and a smile climbed onto his cheeks.

"Give me a cup of sweet iced tea."

"We are a bar here, not a beverage store."

"Tsk, we don't even have a drink like sweet iced tea. How can we meet the diverse needs of our guests? Who said you have to drink when you come to a bar?"

After chatting with Caspars for a few words, Hasta replaced it with a glass of ice water.

After waiting for another ten minutes, there was still no carriage, but a familiar figure came to the door of the bar.

It was the immortal witch who came back, Seraphina!

Hasta resisted the urge to swear, pretended not to see her, and continued to taste the ice water.

It was indeed the abyss of despair. He had just tasted it and encountered such a despairing thing.

This immortal witch was obviously coming for him. She sent away the drinkers who wanted to chat with her and sat down next to Hastur.

"Just now, I was wrong."

Her tone was no longer as tender and crisp as a girl before, but full of laziness and the aloof temperament of a queen.

"It's late at night. It's not good to be alone outside."

Since he couldn't avoid it, Hastur had no scruples.

Since Will promised himself, he would naturally keep an eye on the whereabouts of this immortal witch.

It is estimated that he was just having a bad taste and deliberately did not lead the immortal witch away through the traction of fate, so that he could meet her tonight.

"It's really not safe. Are you willing to take me home?"

"Do I have a chance to refuse?"

"Why do you want this opportunity? What are you afraid of?"

"I don't want my friends to misunderstand me."

"Then shouldn't you take me home to avoid any accidents?"

Seraphina's eyes fell on Hastur's face, and she couldn't help but sighed: "He is indeed born with a good appearance."

"Thank you for your compliment. Let's go. I'll take you home."

Hasta had no choice. It was estimated that no carriage passed by here tonight, which was also the trick used by this immortal witch.

It was estimated that she was just waiting for me to walk home and then create an unexpected encounter. Unfortunately, I didn't give her such an opportunity.

Hasta stood up and walked out of the bar, and Seraphina followed behind him with graceful steps.

Dear readers, Happy Dragon Boat Festival.