Chapter 298 The Lord said: It is time for us to travel far away
The nobles are really corrupt.
There are maids to help with everything. If you are really lazy, you can let the maids dress you up.
Leonard refused this kindness, went to wash himself, and then followed the maid to the restaurant on the first floor to enjoy a hearty breakfast.
There were two maids waiting to serve him. Facing the curiosity and admiration in their eyes, Leonard felt uncomfortable.
After a quick breakfast, he went to the back garden where Hasta was.
The back garden here is very large, comparable to a small forest. When Leonard knew that this place and a large area of nearby land were Hasta's territory, he fell into deep silence.
With such good material conditions, do you still need to rob 008?
Just lie down at home and eat the ancestral property. As long as you don't mess around, it's enough to live a rich life.
"Come and taste the local unique mountain tea."
In the pavilion, Hasta invited Leonard to come over for tea.
Leonard sat down and drank a cup of hot tea that Hasta had just poured. He was amazed at the first sip.
It was the first time that he had tasted such a strong tea fragrance. Even though he preferred to drink wine rather than tea, he still had to admit that this tea was very good and should be in short supply.
"This tea can only be found on the cliffs of that mountain. It has been through rain, dew, wind and frost to brew such a taste."
Hasta's words were very poetic, but Leonard only felt it was a luxury.
It goes without saying that tea grown on cliffs is risking one's life every time it is picked. The life of a tea farmer is even more worthless than a piece of tea.
Leonard shook his head and suppressed these sentimental thoughts.
After drinking another cup of tea, he finally revealed to Hasta the real purpose of his visit this time.
"I hope you don't have any grudges about this. This is just a normal routine inquiry. You just need to answer my questions honestly." Leonard only said this and did not make it clear.
Hasta nodded, indicating that Leonard could start asking questions.
"Do you know Viscount Steddam?"
"No."
"You had a conflict with him the day after you arrived at Pnin Harbor. Do you remember it?"
"Oh, it was him. I remember that he wanted to bully my friend who was traveling with me, and I gave him and his servant a lesson."
"Have you met him again after that?"
"No."
Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, but soon he frowned again.
He knew that Hastur would definitely not kill people for such a small matter, and the death of Viscount Steddam should have nothing to do with him.
But something must have happened between him and Ince Zangwill.
You can't ask anything by following the line of Viscount Steddam, but if you follow the line of Ince Zangwill, you will definitely be able to investigate some more valuable information.
Leonard thought for a long time, but still didn't ask Hastur if there was any connection between the death of Ince Zangwill and the death of Ince Zangwill.
Anyway, the arrangement given by the Eye of the Goddess was to pursue the line of Viscount Steddam.
He had already asked in detail, and the death of Viscount Steddam had nothing to do with Hastur, which was enough for him to report back.
Hastur chuckled and asked: "Don't ask anymore?"
"Well, no, let's leave it at that." Leonard forced a smile.
Hastur poured him a cup of tea, and then said calmly: "I once met Ince Zangwill in Pnin Port."
"?!"
Leonard looked at Hastur with surprise. He had obviously planned to reveal this topic, but Hastur took the initiative to bring it up.
Hastur continued, "On the night when the fire meteor fell from the sky in Puning Port, he was being chased all the way."
Leonard put away the surprise on his face and said solemnly, "Did you really see it?"
"This is not something that needs to be lied about. That night, it was because of the strange phenomenon of the fire meteor that I rushed over to take a look."
Leonard asked seriously, "Then what?"
"Then I saw Ince Zangwill running away all the way."
"You didn't chase him?"
"I don't have any hatred with Ince Zangwill, and I'm not very familiar with him. Why should I take an unknown risk?"
Leonard fell silent and frowned slightly. Hastur was indeed not familiar with Ince Zangwill, and it was very likely that he chose to stay away from this matter.
But he always felt that things were not that simple. If it were an ordinary person, he would not take risks. But can someone like Hastur really suppress his curiosity?
"Is this mission very urgent?" Hastur asked casually.
Leonard nodded, but did not choose to reveal too much information about this matter. After all, this is an internal secret of the church and cannot be easily told to outsiders.
Hasta did not ask any more questions, and looked at the flowers and plants not far away, where a gardener holding a large scissors was trimming the branches that grew too prominently.
Skilled skills, like butchering a cow, look very ornamental.
Leonard did not ask any more questions, and stayed here for another half an hour, then got up and said goodbye. He had to go back to report the progress of the mission.
When he got on the carriage and left the castle, the old man's voice came to his mind.
"Your friend is good to you."
"Old man, you finally speak up. I called you for a long time last night, why did you pretend to be dead?" Leonard raised his voice dissatisfiedly.
"After such a long journey, don't old people need more rest? Aren't you afraid of disturbing my sleep by shouting so hard?"
"..."
Leonard smiled awkwardly and changed the subject, "By the way, old man, what do you mean by that sentence just now?"
"What sentence?"
"Why did you suddenly say that Hastur was nice to me?"
"Is your friend very bad to you?"
"No, I didn't mean that." Leonard denied it quickly, still puzzled: "You won't say that for no reason."
"Then just think of it as the reason why I didn't rest well last night."
"...Old man, do you know something?" Leonard would not believe such an obvious perfunctory rhetoric.
"When asking this question, shouldn't you think about what you want? Is it the truth of the matter or maintaining friendship between friends?"
Leonard was silent for a while. This is also the reason why he didn't want to face Hastur all the time. He always felt awkward.
"Wait, your underlying meaning is that the Ince Zangwill incident is related to Hastur?" Leonard grasped the key point from the previous sentence.
"Heh, I didn't say that."
Leonard was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "Old man, you just like to keep people in suspense like this. You didn't sell coffins when you were alive, did you?"
The voice deep in his heart disappeared for a moment, and only one sentence came out at the end.
"You should be glad that you have a good relationship with Mr. Hastur if you can walk out of the castle alive."
"?!"
Leonard's heart was tickled by this sentence, but no matter how he asked, the old man never answered his question again.
Back to Puning Port, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. Ms. Illya hadn't come back yet, so Leonard rested in the room for a while.
At around six o'clock in the evening, Leonard found Illya to report what he had heard this time.
He reported as Hastur answered, without any personal opinion.
Illya nodded calmly and said, "Well, we have also investigated what happened that night. There is indeed a group of mysterious people chasing Ince Zangwill."
Leonard felt a little relieved and asked curiously, "Have you found out which organization they are members of?"
"No, but we have a certain clue." Seeing Leonard's face full of doubts, she added, "The information about cults collected in the church has not been updated for nearly a hundred years. Organizations that have not been born for a long time and do not have enough influence will not be included in the records."
Leonard said, "Oh," indicating that he could understand, and then he asked about his next task.
"You have all worked hard during this period, so just rest here for two days."
Illya gave Leonard and others a short vacation. She wanted to send the information she had sorted out during this period back to Backlund to see what instructions St. Samuel Church would give.
Leonard, who returned to his room, sighed. After a few days of rest, this was a good time to visit Hastur.
But after last night's sudden visit and investigation, he didn't have the mood and face to go again for the second time.
…
In Tamu Town, Mr. A, who had been loyally guarding the Lord's birth container, was still found by the Aurora Society.
The leader was another messenger, Mr. S.
"Where did you take the Lord's divine power!"
Facing Mr. S's cold rebuke, Mr. A looked very calm and was not moved at all.
As the Lord said, he was destined to bear the sacrifice and misunderstanding. In this case, why should he explain anything.
"I originally wanted to give you a chance to wake up because we had worked together for so many years. I didn't expect that you not only betrayed the Lord's faith, but also refused to repent. Do you want to become the Lord's enemy?"
Mr. A remained silent. Such misunderstandings were a necessary process for him. He would not refute or argue with a poor believer who was not favored by the Lord.
Seeing that Mr. A remained silent, Mr. S had no intention of continuing to ask.
Killing Mr. A first and then searching his memory could also find the whereabouts of that divine power.
Both are divine messengers of the Aurora Society and Sequence 5 shepherds of the Hanged Man Path.
This battle is a competition of the quality of the souls shepherded by both sides. Whoever has a better match of extraordinary abilities will have a better chance of winning.
But this is obviously not a fair contest. While Mr. A was being entangled, other members of the Aurora Society began to search every corner of the house.
It was inevitable that Mr. A would be distracted because he didn't want them to disturb the Lord's sleep. He wanted to get rid of Mr. S's entanglement, but he couldn't do it.
In the end, he had to pay the price of his left arm to temporarily force Mr. S to retreat and rush to the house they were searching. Under that house was the bedroom where the Lord was sleeping.
As the Lord's most loyal believer, he would fight for the Lord until his death.
Mr. S, who arrived later, sneered: "It seems that you have hidden the Lord's divinity in the basement of this room."
As a member of the Aurora Society, he knew the role of the basement very well.
Mr. A still said nothing and continued to fight bloody battles. At this moment, he was like a warrior who had returned from the world of the dead. He would rather die than retreat.
Just when Mr. A was determined to die, a familiar voice came to his ears.
"Let's leave. It's time for us to travel far away."