Chapter 258: The Misfortune of Ins Zangwell

Chapter 258: The Misfortune of Ins Zangwell

Chapter 258: The Misfortune of Ince Zangwill

During the time when he was carrying Miss Sharon, Hastur had been thinking about a question.

Miss Sharon had been staying in the mirror for so many days. Didn't she need to solve her personal physiological problems?

He knew that Sharon's current sequence was a wraith, but her essence was still a human body, right?

Humans couldn't photosynthesize. According to the law of conservation of energy, well, she also needed to replenish energy and nutrition regularly, right?

He could only think about this question silently in his heart, so as not to do such a stupid thing as asking in person.

If the object was Maric, Hastur wouldn't worry so much, and might even be interested in dissecting it.

"Give it back to you."

As soon as Sharon came out of the mirror, she handed Hastur a spell covered with various distorted time lines.

This was when the Black Emperor approached the ferry. Hastur gave it to her specifically, saying that she only needed to carry it with her to cover up her related fate and allow her to hide in the mirror more safely.

Things really developed as Hastur predicted. She hid in the mirror and did conceal the perception of the King of the Five Seas. Even if she hid herself in Hastur for a few days, her whereabouts were still not exposed.

This thing is too precious.

Hastur did not take the fate spell, but put it back in Sharon's palm and smiled: "When I gave it to you before, I said that this fate spell is equivalent to the employment fee for you to accompany me to South Wales."

"I'm not that valuable."

"Whether it is valuable or not is decided by my employer."

"No."

"Then I can extend the employment time until you think it is enough to repay the value of this fate spell."

"..."

"With this fate spell on you, you can do some things more conveniently, and it will be more difficult for the people of the Rose School of Indulgence to find your traces."

Seeing that Sharon was still hesitating, Hastur added this sentence.

"Okay."

Sharon finally put away the fate spell. This thing is very useful to her. With her resentful soul ability, she can hide from many high-sequence strongmen.

"Miss Sharon, do you need to eat something tonight to replenish your nutrition?"

"Well, I don't want to eat fish for the time being."

"In this regard, Azshara is the same. She needs to eat some vegetables recently to balance her nutrition. She is now a few pounds heavier than when she just left Backlund."

"Meow?"

Azshara's eyes widened, and she looked down at her slender figure. She was obviously thinner than at home!

"Don't look at it, your belly is about to fall off."

Hasta gently rubbed Azshara's belly a few times, and handed Azshara to Sharon, and he went downstairs to order something to eat in the room.

Sharon held Azshara and sat down on the chair next to the window. She lowered her head to help Azshara carefully smooth the black and shiny hair that was messed up by Hasta.

"Meow?"

Azshara licked Sharon's fingers and looked at her with her head slightly tilted up.

Sharon didn't speak, her expression was much gentler than before, and it seemed that the ice in her eyes melted into water and flowed through.

Downstairs, Hasta ordered the menu and wanted to go back to the room to wait, but he happened to hear people here talking about the coastal defense of South Wales.

They didn't have the courage to make suggestions to the current Grand Duke of South Wales, but they still had the courage to stay here and make suggestions under the influence of a little alcohol, and it was very big.

Although some of their suggestions were not mature, they were also remarkable.

Hasta listened quietly for a while and asked the boss here for a map of South Wales.

This map only had a few place names marked on it, without even a rough outline.

The boss whispered to him to explain the reason. The more detailed the map, the less likely it was to be sold. It would be more convenient to find a live map directly.

He asked about the relevant candidates, and the boss smiled and recommended someone to him.

Hasta paid the boss 1 gold pound for consulting fees, and the boss smiled and recommended another person to him.

This time, Hasta did not give him another gold pound, and left in the boss's surprised and regretful eyes.

Back to the room, the ordered dishes have been delivered.

Snap.

Hastur slapped Azshara's little paw that was secretly reaching for the dried fish, and smiled as he picked up two green spinach for her.

"Meow?"

Azshara's eyes widened, and Hastur picked up another broccoli for her.

Azshara was so angry that she waved her cat paw, jumped off the table, and landed on Sharon's thighs, lying down with her eyes closed, with a heroic spirit of fasting.

"It's not good to be picky about food, right, Miss Sharon."

Hastur smiled and added a spoonful of carrot cubes to Sharon, and then silently placed a piece of tender beef ribs on his plate under Sharon's cold eyes.

In the evening at the port, the setting sun just hung over the sea in the distance, and the soft sea breeze brought heavy moisture, which was very comfortable on people's faces.

It was the busiest time for dock workers, and the boats that went to the sea to fish were constantly returning.

Hastur was holding Azshara, with Sharon by his side, walking through the street and heading to the clothing store here.

The dozen or so sets of clothes and canes and other daily necessities that he brought from Backlund were all lost in the explosion of the steam train.

The things that he bought again were crushed into powder by the King of the Five Seas in the cabin of the ferry.

Two hours later, the sunset had already disappeared, and the crimson moon began to appear.

Hastur and Sharon came out of the clothing store, Hastur carrying a suitcase in one hand, and Sharon also carrying one.

Azshara, who was not held by anyone, lay on Hastur's right shoulder, secretly rejoicing.

Fortunately, the clothes she had customized for the New Year had been burned, and she didn't need to wear those things that bound her body.

It didn't understand why its master and Miss Sharon had to wear clothes?

...

At night, on the dark sea, the waves surged, smashing the light of the crimson moon.

In the waves that were getting stronger and stronger, there were two empty oak barrels tied side by side with ropes, floating on the sea.

On top of the two oak barrels, Ince Zangwill lay on them with a tired face. His originally not fair skin had been soaked by the sea water and turned white, and his fingers and toes were all bald.

The clothes and hair on his body were never dry.

Fortunately, he had seen the beacon of hope.

Not far away, a tall lighthouse was guiding the ships that had not yet returned.

Ince Zangwill raised his head slightly and showed a forced smile.

His unfortunate fate finally ushered in a turnaround.

The last time he fought with the King of the Five Seas, he used 008's ability to weave a script to attract two powerful spiritual creatures, and finally successfully escaped from the spiritual world in the big melee.

His foothold was the vast ocean. He fell into the sea just after leaving the spiritual world. He had to swim hard to get away from it.

Fortunately, there was an oak barrel floating on the sea, so he finally had a tool to save effort after swimming for half a day.

But only one oak barrel was not enough. He could only hold it with both hands, half lying on it, and his lower body was still immersed in the sea water.

And without a paddling tool, he could only move forward in the direction of the ocean current.

Fortunately, on the third day, he picked up another oak barrel on the sea, and finally got his lower body out of the sea water.

Although the posture of lying on two oak barrels like a toad is not elegant, it is the most comfortable way for him.

He also used 008 to write a script about a ship passing by and rescuing him from the sea.

However, the script he was waiting for never came out, and he could only drift on the sea.

He knew that 008 was deliberately taking this opportunity to kill him.

He was in an incomplete state and could not compete with 008 for the ability to write scripts. He could only fight hard and try not to let 008 take this opportunity to write him to death.

He also thought about traveling through the spirit world to leave the current predicament, but the two spirit world creatures that were attracted stayed nearby.

It is safer to stay in the real world than to return to the spirit world. Although the situation is difficult, there is no danger to life.

As an extraordinary person, his physique has been strengthened to a certain extent during his promotions, otherwise he would definitely not be able to withstand the sun during the day and the heavy waves at night.

Fortunately, fate did not abandon him. Following the movement of the ocean current, he was not swept into the uninhabited sea, but was about to arrive at a port with a watchtower light.

In the second half of the night, Ince Zangwill had come to a place 500 meters away from the coastline, but the surging waves could not send him ashore. Instead, they kept pushing him away, making him drift farther and farther on the oak barrel.

At this time, he had to abandon his savior who had depended on him for several days, and adopted a primitive swimming method to fight against the waves.

Unfortunately, his perseverance had no audience.

When the sun began to rise at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, the surging waves returned to calm.

Ince Zangwill was finally able to swim to the beach. For a moment, he felt the urge to cry. It turned out that the feeling of standing on the ground was so beautiful.

After barely leaving the beach soaked in seawater and reaching a higher point, he stopped his difficult steps, lying on his back on the beach with his exhausted body, his chest rising and falling, and breathing heavily.

Ince Zangwill tilted his head slightly, looking at the orange-yellow sun, with a satisfied smile on his face after surviving the disaster.

On the coastline, Hastur opened the window facing the sea, letting the rising sun shine in.

Sharon, who had rested in front of the mirror for a night, also came out of the mirror, picked up Azshara, who was lazily lying on the bed, and came to the window to enjoy the magnificent scenery of the sea and sky.

"Ms. Sharon, good morning."

Hastur's head poked out of the window of the next room, smiling and greeting him.

"Mr. Hastur, good morning."

The sunlight hit Sharon's face, as if she was showing a faint smile.