Chapter 122: How to Involve the Secret Authority
Chapter 122: How to Involve the Secret Authority
Unable to handle this matter alone, one must request support!
Ace Snake pondered for a moment, then drove away in his carriage, leaving only a portion of the surrogates behind to watch over the place.
He now fully believed the words of the mysterious queen; this was definitely not the offspring of an ordinary evil god!
To resolve this, one must call upon the saints, or even angels! And such matters could only be decided by the Pope himself.
Above the clouds, Bernadette also concealed her presence, making no rash moves.
She had no intention of relying solely on her own power to resolve this matter.
One must wait for the true problem-solvers of the Storm Church to arrive before taking action.
…
At the Greleck Villa, Hastur opened the window, looking out at the unusual rain, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.
Chief Reed was eager to have him name his child, yet he harbored thoughts of killing the child…
It sounded undeniably cruel.
"What a choice of people."
In Beckland, babies were born every day, yet the High-Dimensional Overseer happened to choose Chief Reed's child; such luck was too good.
Or should one say, it was all arranged by fate?
Hastur watched for a while, then closed the window, lay on the bed, and entered the Hall of Stars to observe the current state of the High-Dimensional Overseer.
This time, he just watched from afar, preventing the overseer from detecting his prying.
After observing for a while and confirming that the High-Dimensional Overseer had no abnormal actions, he withdrew his gaze and began to ponder the formulation of the third rule.
What he believed he needed most was the authority of the Goddess of Night, preferably to completely conceal his information.
For instance, encountering Ulorus face-to-face without letting Him sense his connection to fate, or meeting the High-Dimensional Overseer on the street without letting Him detect any anomalies.
Only then could he walk out more safely in the future.
Otherwise, the various monsters and demons of Beckland were becoming more numerous.
Encountering one before he had grown would be a disaster.
"What is the essence of secrecy?"
"What kind of description can accurately point to secrecy?"
"What mainly comprises one's information?"
Hastur fell into deep thought again.
…
Two days later, Hastur finally met the Prime Minister of the Rune Kingdom, Aguside kenigan, in the study of Greleck Villa.
He was well-maintained, with only shallow wrinkles at the corners of his mouth and forehead, still sporting a head of thick black hair, looking much better than those who balded early and became out of shape.
"Uncle, this is Baron Hastur Campbell, whom I often mention, my very good friend."
"Hastur, the man standing before you, as vigorous as ever, is our kingdom's Prime Minister, my uncle, Aguside kenigan."
Greleck warmly introduced the two.
Aguside merely nodded slightly, while Hastur said with a smile, "Now I understand why our Rune Kingdom's power continues to grow, because we have a Prime Minister full of wisdom and loyalty, who works diligently every day to advise and assist the king."
Greleck applauded, "Of course, the development of the ironclad ships was initially my uncle's doing, persuading the king against many objections, which was a key step for our Rune Kingdom to conquer the seas."
Listening to the flattery of the two youngsters, Aguside waved his hand with a smile, telling them not to exaggerate so much, and said affectionately, "You are Greleck's friend, and thus a friend of the kenigan family; there's no need for too much formality and empty courtesy with friends."
Hastur shook his head, "You misunderstand, I am merely expressing my most genuine thoughts from the heart, without any exaggeration."
Although he was not adept at flattering others, he understood some social niceties.
Pleasant words are always welcome to hear, but sometimes as a leader, one must emphasize not to engage in flattery.
But if you truly believe it, then you are truly foolish.
The leader emphasizes what the leader needs to, and you continue your flattery.
As long as the leader does not sternly stop you, it proves that he is indeed pleased.
In this respect, the interpersonal relations of a certain great country could produce a perfect score.
Aguside laughed, "You young people nowadays are much more promising than we were back then."
"We young people still have a lot to learn; if there's anything done incorrectly in the future, I hope you can provide more guidance."
After several rounds of pleasantries, Aguside looked at Hastur with much more favor, saying to Greleck, "You always say your friend is too shy and immature, but now it seems he has become a very mature noble."
Greleck had not expected Hastur to change so quickly and said with a smile, "Yes, Hastur has already become a qualified noble, and I will need his help in many areas in the future."
The three chatted for a while longer, and Greleck arranged a place for drinking and merrymaking that evening.
Aguside declined the proposal, also admonishing Greleck not to be so extravagant next time and to maintain the kenigan family's dignity in public.
Greleck put on an educated and ashamed look, and together with Hastur, they saw off the busy Prime Minister.
In the hall, Greleck sat on the sofa, legs crossed, casual in posture, swirling a glass of wine and said, "It seems my uncle hasn't truly accepted you yet."
"After all, it's only the first meeting." Hastur understood the meaning behind Greleck's words.
If the Prime Minister had agreed to go out and play for the night, it would have meant he had accepted him.
But he did not agree, instead reprimanding Greleck's arrangement for the evening, meaning that Greleck's actions were too hasty.
"Hastur, you really have changed a lot."
"Before, there was no need; knowing is one thing, actually doing it is another."
"True, I hope you won't regret your choices in the future."
"There's no choice, people have to grow; I just hope that one day in the future, you won't suddenly feel that I've become a stranger."
Greleck pondered over these words for a while, drained his glass, stood up with a smile, and said, "Let's go, I've already reserved a place for tonight; we can't just stay at home, right? Let's also call Hibbert; he has a good impression of you."
Hastur laughed, "I'm just afraid Count Holber won't let him out."
"No worries, I have experience with this."
…
Hastur truly experienced a night of noble extravagance with Greleck, but he firmly refused Greleck's final arrangement.
Greleck said he was uptight, Hibbert called him too innocent.
Hastur was inwardly receptive to these points but still resisted such activities.
After all, if he had stayed, he felt he would be the one at a loss.
In the end, he left early, not wanting to affect his reputation for the time being.
Checking the time, it was nearing midnight; Hastur got into the carriage, thought for a moment, and headed to the Brave's Bar.
He didn't specifically look for Maric, just casually ordered a few drinks to taste.
Watching the patrons who were drinking heartily and chatting loudly, he pondered his path ahead.
If he truly embarked on the path of the Black Emperor, many things would be unavoidable; if the person asking him to stay and play until dawn tonight were the Prime Minister, or even the King, how could he refuse?
They were not Greleck and Hibbert; his refusal, in their eyes, would be seen as a lack of respect, an unwillingness to get close.
This idea might sound mundane, but in actual interpersonal interactions, especially among the nobility, this is the truth of building relationships.
He didn't intend to be an unblemished lotus rising from the mud; he simply lacked the desire.
"Decadence is easy, restraint is hard."
Hastur, from his own perspective, felt deeply about the current state of the Rose School.
Desire and restraint, in this world, the indulgent doctrine of the Tree of Desire is what truly conforms to the times.
Sharon, a proponent of restraint, is instead the stubborn holdout against the times.
After all, the essence of this world is chaos and madness.
Hastur had also considered whether to switch to the Path of Judgment earlier, as it would be less stressful to play.
But even if he wanted to switch paths, he would have to wait until he advanced from Sequence 5 to Sequence 4.
And by the time he reached Sequence 1, if this path was not viable, it would be even harder to switch from the Path of Judgment to the Path of the Black Emperor.
"Perhaps acting is about letting the extraordinary recognize and become a different self."
Hastur thought a lot and finally gave himself a two-word evaluation, pretentious.
Fortunately, there are other ways to build relationships, such as giving gifts.
It's not troublesome, just a waste of pounds.
"Why hasn't that Hurricane Admiral come to Beckland yet?"
Hastur remembered the original story's pirate admiral who dared to assassinate Duke kenigan.
If he prevented the assassination of Duke kenigan, it would probably be easy to get closer to the kenigan family.
…
Late at night, a ship docked, and a figure passed through the port, secretly heading to Beckland.
The undulating waves of the Sonya Sea lifted the Azure Avenger, the ship tossed high and rolled by the waves, but miraculously, it showed no signs of being overturned by the sea.
Alger Wilson stood
Late at night, a ship docked, and a figure passed through the port, secretly heading to Beckland.
The undulating waves of the Sonya Sea lifted the Azure Avenger, the ship tossed high and rolled by the waves, but miraculously, it showed no signs of being overturned by the sea.
Alger Wilson stood in the captain's cabin, gazing toward Beckland, pacing back and forth.
Finally, he made a decision, murmuring, "Ince Zangwill, don't blame me for being ruthless. As long as you're alive, I'll forever be under your threat, unable to enjoy the secrets there alone."
He had decided that next Monday, he would seek Fool Mr. Fool's help at the Tarot Club. PerhapsMiss Justice could lend a hand as well. He must strangle Ince Zangwill in Beckland!
(End of this chapter) 📖