Chapter 305 Dreamweaving
Late at night.
When the stars were shining brightly, Hasta, who was originally descending on the star container to experience the feeling of an angel on earth, received a call from Bernadette.
This forced him to temporarily return to the Hall of Stars and give up tonight's wandering.
In the Hall of Stars, Hasta saw Bernadette who was alone in the room through a starry sky world.
He did not speak, but just stared at Bernadette quietly.
"Stars, I need a guide, can you point me in the direction?"
Hearing Bernadette's words, Hasta knew that she was going to ask about Roselle again.
And he would never let Bernadette find Roselle now, but the Fallen Mother Goddess had been waiting for him.
"The right time can get the right guidance." Hasta directly poured a basin of cold water on Bernadette.
Bernadette was stunned, hesitated for a while, and still said: "Is there anything that the stars can't do?"
Tsk, this sentence is really lethal.
Hasta sighed and said calmly, "Your urgency will only accelerate his death."
"Is that really the case?"
Bernadette's eyes were blank, no longer as bright as they were at the beginning.
For her now, finding the truth and saving her father is the meaning of her moving forward.
Hasta chuckled, "You are too ambitious for a Sequence 2."
"..."
Bernadette was silent. She knew that her father's predicament involved the gods, but she just couldn't wait quietly.
She was already a Sequence 2, and it would be extremely difficult to go further. Maybe she would never have this opportunity in her life.
Without waiting for Bernadette to say anything else, Hasta cut off the contact.
It seems that he needs to find something for Bernadette to do. Her performance tonight was obviously due to her recent idleness.
After thinking for a while, Hasta felt that he should still put his hope on the Mother Tree of Desire and the Super Star Overlord.
When they make a big fuss in Intis, he can send Bernadette to do something serious so that she doesn't have to do nothing all day.
Thinking of this, Hastur looked at the largest light spot beside the star of the Mother Tree of Desire. The God of Evil Si'a was directing some people to build something that looked like an altar, probably to receive the divine power of the Mother Tree of Desire.
As for the broken egg of the Super Star Overlord, it was constantly repairing the cracks and trying its best to make it whole.
Given the state of this egg, if it encounters the God's descent again in a short period of time, it is estimated that it will really be beaten to separate the egg white.
After observing for a while, Hastur left the Hall of Stars.
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The next day, in the afternoon.
Alfred Hall came on time and brought many special gifts from the southern continent.
Hastur was still very welcome to such hospitality. Even Azshara came to the pile of gifts and smelled it, as if she smelled the fishy smell of the sea that came from across the ocean.
"You are younger and more promising than I thought. When I was your age, I was still quarreling with my eldest brother at home and acting like a child."
Alfred Hall did not hide his admiration for Hastur in his eyes, as if he saw the shadow of his youth through Hastur.
Hastur also praised politely: "You are more gentlemanly than the one described in Miss Audrey's letter."
"Gentlemanly... In Audrey's eyes, I am still the same as before I left Backlund." Alfred Hall's mouth curled up slightly, and then sighed: "The southern continent does not care about our gentlemanly manners in Loen. They are barbaric and vulgar, and they don't like to drink afternoon tea. In the evening, they like to dance around the campfire with open hearts, like primitive people who have stepped into the civilized world."
Alfred, you are prejudiced.
Miss Sharon is also from the southern continent. Her elegance is not inferior to Miss Audrey at all. This proves that the upper ruling class of the southern continent still maintains a certain degree of elegance and decency.
Hastur did not refute, but just listened quietly to Alfred's various descriptions of the southern continent, and occasionally asked questions about the places he was interested in.
Alfred talked most of the time. He was very talkative. Hastur seriously suspected that Alfred's career in the southern continent was a successful businessman.
After chatting for about half an hour, Alfred stood up to leave. Before leaving, he invited Hastur to attend his dinner three days later.
He did not mention his idea of staying in South Wales to make achievements.
He did not talk about his personal affairs on the first visit. Perhaps this is the unique subtlety of the Kingdom of Loen.
"Meow."
Azshara jumped onto Hastur's right thigh, who had not yet stood up, raised her little paw and waved it twice, and then stared at the gift Alfred sent today.
"He actually sent dried fish from the southern continent. He is really thoughtful."
Hastur guessed the greedy cat Azshara's little thoughts, reached out and hugged it, walked to the table full of gifts, and asked the maid to take out the box of dried fish that Azshara liked.
Perhaps because she thought the maid was too slow to open the package, Azshara jumped directly onto the table, raised her little paw and tore it, and soon held a fragrant dried fish in her arms and ate it.
Hastur shook his head and smiled, "Azshara, you must learn to control your eating habits and be elegant."
Azshara held the dried fish in her paws and licked it slowly for a while. She glanced at Hastur with disdain and resumed her eating habits at the beginning.
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"We haven't made any progress recently. We can't even enter the castle of Hasta Campbell. If this continues, we won't be able to explain to the church."
In a room on the second floor of a hotel, four members of the Red Gloves team are discussing the next investigation.
It has been quite a while since Ms. Illya took Leonard to the sea, but their investigation has not made any progress.
According to their original plan, they went directly to the castle to visit, but they couldn't successfully enter the castle and see Hasta every time.
"There is nothing we can do about it. We have tried our best."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere fell silent again.
Yes, they thought they had worked very hard, working outside all day every day, and only came back to rest when they were exhausted. But when they were about to write a letter to the church to report the latest progress today, they were shocked to find that they seemed to have made no progress after all their busy work.
"Let's think about how to reply to the church first." Someone spoke to break the silence.
Dongdongdong.
There was a knock on the door outside, and the member closest to the door signaled others to be quiet, and he walked up to open the door.
The person who came was an old man, wearing a shirt, vest, and formal suit, a pair of round-frame glasses, and a silk top hat. His slightly exposed hair was completely white, but he looked energetic, not inferior to young people at all.
"Old sir, what's the matter with you knocking on the door suddenly?"
The old man nodded and said, "I'm here to help you get out of the predicament you are in."
"Predicament? Old sir, are you kidding?"
"I'm talking to you about these things seriously."
"But we don't know each other, and it's hard for us to believe what you say. It's getting late, so you should go back and rest early."
In the face of doubts, the old man did not get angry, and his tone was still calm, "Have you often encountered coincidences and accidental things recently? Have you been repeating some investigations that seem busy but actually have no effect?"
"How do you know this!"
"I'm here to help you solve this predicament. Listen to me, if you want to get rid of it... I'm here, so fast."
The old man looked up at the sky slightly, and soon, his body exploded like a string of bubbles and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The Red Gloves team members in the room were shocked and were about to do something when the world in front of them suddenly cracked and shattered.
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"Huhuhuhu... This turned out to be a dream!"
The people who were sleeping in the rooms suddenly woke up, looked at the dark room, and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
Their hearts were still beating rapidly, as if they had not recovered from the dream just now.
"Was it really just a dream just now?"
The four Red Gloves team members had this thought at the same time.
They didn't care about continuing to sleep, and hurriedly got up to contact others.
After everyone gathered, they were shocked to find that the four of them had just had the same dream.
The various details in the dream, even the clothes and words of the old man were exactly the same.
If they still regarded this as an ordinary dream, then they would not be worthy of being members of the Red Gloves team.
After understanding it, they felt deeply afraid.
If the old man who pulled them into the dream at the same time tonight really came to rescue them, then it means that they are in a huge dilemma.
Even the old man didn't know whether he was scared away or killed in the end.
"We must save ourselves!"
This was the first consensus they reached.
"Suspend all investigations. We must stay together during this period, whether eating, sleeping or resting at night. No one can act on their own."
"Find a way to get in touch with the church and let them know the predicament we are in."
"Finally, don't act rashly!"
After reaching a certain consensus, they began to write letters and prepare to send the news back to Backlund through the spirit world messenger.
But when they finished writing the letter and blew the copper whistle to summon the spirit world messenger, they waited for no spirit world messenger to come.
Fear and helplessness began to spread, just like the dark and lightless world outside the window.
Tonight, the light of the scarlet moon did not fall on them.
They began to anxiously discuss various ways to get out of the predicament. Some people said to leave Puning Port first, and some said to create chaos and then take the opportunity to leave.
In the end, they found that doing nothing would gain temporary safety.
The darkness will eventually pass, and only when the sun shines in through the window will they feel a little relieved after a sleepless night.