Chapter 262 The changeable temperament of 008

Chapter 262 The changeable temperament of 008

The scene was quiet for a while, and Sharon's usually calm face was slightly moved.

She just took a curious look, and didn't expect that this pen would write such a sentence. Finally, her eyes looked at Hastur.

"You really need to be punished more and more."

"Woo woo woo, please forgive me for being blunt for a while."

"Have you always been so naughty? Or do you think that such a disguise can make me let down my guard against you?"

008 turned a circle on the blank paper, and then continued to write: "Trust is a very luxurious thing. No matter how hard I try, you will not completely trust me. Why should I waste this time?"

"Hehe, I hope you are not a fool like Ince Zangwill, otherwise I will have to change a new owner again, which is really troublesome."

The feather pen that had been standing upright fell down and lay motionless.

Is it angry?

Hastur was a little confused about 008's specific personality for a while. He couldn't coax it, right?

"I don't know." Sharon blocked Hastur's question first,

snap!

The feather pen lying on the paper stood up again and quickly wrote a paragraph on the blank space.

"My new master, you are different from the fool that is Ince Zangwill. His trust is of no value to me, but your trust is a gift to me."

"..."

Is this a dog-licking mode again?

Hastur couldn't help asking: "Is that dog-licking mirror a relative of yours?"

"Like this?"

008 added a blooming firework after this sentence.

"..."

"So the new master likes this kind of service of being licked by others, which is really disgusting. No, no, no, it's really a unique hobby. Well, in order to gain the master's trust, I am willing to silently endure this ruthless whipping. Please have mercy on me."

"..."

Hasta was too lazy to complain about 008's changeable temperament.

Sharon, who was standing on the side, saw Hastur so speechless, and a rare smile appeared on her face, but it was a pity that it was short-lived, and only the little black cat Azshara saw it.

No one paid attention to 008, who lay down again, quietly lying on the paper full of words. Looking at this, it was not much different from an ordinary feather pen.

Well, I have to find a suitable pen case to put it in, and it would be better to lock it to prevent it from running away with its own legs.

At night, Hastur, who couldn't find a suitable pen case, grabbed the fate spell in one hand and entered the dream.

Through the fate spell, he could also get in touch with Will who was far away in Backlund.

In the dream, Will was sitting in front of the desk, holding a feather pen in his hand, scribbling on a blank paper.

Before Hastur asked, Will spoke first: "I didn't expect 008 to fall into your hands."

"You know?"

"You put the fate spell on 008's head, I can sense it a little bit."

"Is there any good way?"

Hasta said as he walked forward, ready to appreciate Will's painting. Will quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away.

He also caught a trash can in the dream, he is a particular person.

"It's not difficult to cover up at a distance, but if you get too close, Adam will still feel it. Of course, this feeling is relative, and 008 will also feel it. As long as it doesn't want to be eaten, it will remind you to leave quickly."

"Is there no way to completely block this feeling?"

"I don't have a way, but you do."

"Be more specific."

"That group of yellow monks seems to be very good at dealing with 008."

Hearing this, Hastur was satisfied and immediately promised to send Will a bunch of ice cream.

"Heh, a blank check."

Will curled his lips in disdain. Now Hastur is far away in South Wilshire and it is difficult for him to take care of Backlund's affairs.

"Then put it on the account first."

...

South Wilshire, southwest hinterland, Spelling City.

From here, continue to the right through two large areas, it is Desi County.

The transportation is quite convenient, but many places in the jurisdiction are private territories of nobles, and it is impossible to develop in a coordinated manner.

The economy depends on whether the noble lords are wise and powerful.

Today, a carriage went along the dirt road to the mayor's mansion in the city center.

Inside the carriage, Hastur pulled open the curtains to observe the situation near the street, such as the buildings, the residents' clothes, and the things they sell. From these tiny details, you can get a glimpse of the general situation here.

After watching it, I was a little disappointed. Even the city looked so dilapidated, so my territory must be even poorer.

It will take a long time to develop and expand, and I guess I can only grow food first.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the mayor's mansion, Hastur got off the carriage and paid the coachman 10 gold pounds for the carriage fee.

This coachman has been dedicated for several days and deserves this price.

When Hastur came to the door, the guard stopped him. After a brief report, Mayor Ron, the actual person in charge of this city of Spelling, walked out.

He was about fifty years old, with a slightly protruding beer belly and a classic Mediterranean hairstyle. The few remaining strands of hair were already in danger.

"Are you Earl Hastur Campbell from Backlund?"

Mayor Ron obviously couldn't believe that an earl from Backlund would come to a small place like theirs.

"This is the king's appointment letter."

Hastur took out a letter of appointment stamped with the seal of the King of Loen Kingdom. He kept this thing with him and had not lost or destroyed it.

"So you are the heir of the Campbell family!"

After reading the appointment letter, Mayor Ron no longer had any doubts in his mind.

He had also received news from the Grand Duke of South Wales that a young earl might arrive at his place and asked him to pay attention.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the other party would already be in front of him.

"I almost forgot to ask you to come in and sit inside."

Mayor Ron slapped his forehead and quickly invited Hasta into the mayor's mansion.

Judging from the title alone, the other party is greater than his title. He is only a viscount, and it is not hereditary.

The streets outside are very poor, but there is no poverty here at all. Even the tea they enjoy is highland tea specially shipped from the southern continent.

After a brief chat, Mayor Ron asked: "Earl Campbell, have you met the Archduke of Southwell?"

"After I settle here first, I will visit the Grand Duke. Is there any problem?"

Mayor Ron poured another cup of tea for Hasta, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice slightly: "That's it, the Archduke sent someone to notify me in the past few days, asking me to pay attention to your movements. If you encounter You must report it to the Grand Duke immediately."

"A lot of things happened along the way. No wonder the Grand Guild is so concerned."

Hastur didn't pay too much attention to this matter. He was missing but the person responsible for keeping an eye on it was still alive and well. He should be a guest at the Grand Duke of Southwell's house now.

"Then I will report the situation to the Grand Duke truthfully?"

Hastur then noticed that Mayor Ron didn't seem to side with the Archduke of Southwell and asked for his opinion. Did he not want to offend him because of this matter?

"There's no rush, let me visit in person and give the Grand Duke a surprise."

"fair enough."

Mayor Ron breathed a sigh of relief. As the saying goes, a distant relative is worse than a close neighbor. He didn't want to offend this new neighbor from Backlund because of the Archduke of South Wales.

Moreover, a large part of the area within his own jurisdiction is the territory of Earl Campbell, and he will have to discuss many aspects with him in the future.

"I want to see the map here, is it convenient?"

"Of course you can."

Mayor Ron quickly asked for a detailed map of the neighborhood, which contained detailed information about his territory.

"From here to here, and from here to here, this is your current territory."

Mayor Ron carefully encircled Hastur's territory.

It is very conspicuous on this map, which only records a few nearby urban areas.

Hastur's territory spans three urban areas. The largest part of the territory is within the city of Spelin, occupying many villages and towns on its outskirts.

"Whose territory is the area around here?"

Hastur pointed to the area near the port.

"The land near the port does not belong to any nobles, but is managed directly by the Grand Duke."

Hastur chuckled and said: "It seems that the Grand Duke cares about the security of the port."

"The hinterland area is relatively poor, and 70% of its finances rely on coastal port cities. This is a forbidden area for the Grand Duke, and no one is allowed to get involved."

After Mayor Ron finished speaking, he gave Hastur a look that everyone understood.

The port towns were the richest and were the source of great wealth.

The two did not talk in depth for too long. During dinner, Mayor Ron warmly invited Hasta to dine here and prepared some night entertainment for him, but Hasta refused because of the long journey.

The next day, Hastur followed the map's guidance to the central castle of his territory in South Wales.

It was built by the ancestors of the Campbell family more than thirty years ago and has been preserved to this day.

Previously, Hastur asked Butler Neil to send some people to manage the basic daily cleaning of the castle.

Last time, the monk in yellow who accepted his commission also sent back a letter, which told many things about South Wales.

"If he was smart enough, he would be waiting for me in the castle right now."