Chapter 95: Looking Up at the Starry Sky, Insignificant as an Ant
Chapter 95: Looking Up at the Starry Sky, Insignificant as an Ant
For instance, that classic line: "The taste of a witch is quite delightful."
It comes from Roselle's personal experience, the charm of Intis, and the absurdity among the nobility, all of which are vividly embodied in Roselle.
If there's a chance in the future, Hastur plans to write a diary filled with nothing but the famous quote about the taste of witches.
He estimates it would bring quite a shock to the young Mr. Fool's heart.
Hastur just thought about it, and couldn't hide the smile on his lips; he could already imagine Klein's disdainful yet helpless expression.
But that's a matter for later. For now, it's best to stop here and continue the imitation when necessary.
After some thought, Hastur blew the ink dry on his imitation of Roselle's diary, then took out Roselle's original manuscript to compare it on the desk.
Hmm, his handwriting is much nicer than Roselle's, obviously an imitation.
But for Miss Audrey, the difference between the two is negligible, as long as there's a full page of content.
When she went to the Source Castle for meetings, she only remembered the shapes of these characters, then wrote them out in her own handwriting, unrelated to herself.
After ensuring there were no oversights, Hastur placed the imitated Roselle diary on top and locked it in the drawer.
Having completed a significant task, Hastur checked the time, went to the washroom for a bath, and then returned to his room to rest.
The next day, until eight o'clock in the evening, Audrey had not come to discuss the insights from Roselle's diary, which left Hastur slightly disappointed.
Instead, Sharon appeared in his study, which greatly improved his mood.
This time, Sharon was still hidden in the mirror, and Hastur could only sit on the sofa opposite to communicate with her.
Hastur somewhat regretted placing a sofa in front of the mirror.
If he hadn't made such thorough preparations, Miss Sharon would probably have talked face-to-face with him, instead of hiding in the mirror, where he could only hear her voice.
"The people from the Rose School have left Backlund, and I will need to go out with Maric after some time."
"How should I contact you if something comes up?"
"You can write to me."
Hastur pretended not to understand the implication, curiously asking, "I don't know where you are, so how can I deliver the letter to you?"
From within the mirror, Sharon revealed her figure, her azure eyes fixed on Hastur, not exposing his not-so-serious acting.
She handed him a copper whistle from the mirror, calmly saying, "You are already a Sequence 8 Barbarian and have mastered Spirit Vision. Just blow this copper whistle to summon my exclusive spirit world messenger. Write the letter and hand it directly to it, and it will automatically deliver the letter to me."
It had been a long time since she spoke such a lengthy content at once.
Sharon glanced at Hastur, who coughed guiltily, pretending he had fully understood.
After all, acting requires a full set.
"How convenient, I also want to summon a messenger of my own."
Facing Hastur's undisguised thoughts, Sharon knew he was waiting for her to take the initiative to teach him how to summon the messenger.
"There will be an opportunity in the future."
"…"
Hastur blinked, surprised. Wasn't his intention clear enough?
Sharon pretended not to see Hastur's hint, indifferently saying, "Your Sequence is too low right now, wait until you advance to Sequence 7."
"Sharon, you've also started to play tricks."
"I learned from you."
"…"
Hastur sighed, blaming himself for not acting seriously just now.
"Before you try to summon the messenger, you'd better learn some related knowledge. Be careful not to make a mistake," Sharon still kindly reminded.
Although the ritual to summon a spirit world messenger is not complicated, there are always some unlucky ones who encounter uncontrollable accidents, leading to tragedies.
"I'm not very familiar with this area; I need someone proficient in this field to teach me."
"You can ask Maric for guidance."
After speaking, Sharon's figure disappeared from the mirror.
"…"
Hastur activated his Spirit Vision and scanned around, finding that Sharon had completely left.
"Damn, making me not tell the truth from the start."
Hastur smiled helplessly.
He was actually familiar with the knowledge of summoning spirit world messengers, but he didn't want to try it right now.
For one, among the people he knew, only Sharon needed to be contacted, so the messenger's role was not significant.
Secondly, he was worried about causing unnecessary changes.
Klein, who carries the Source Castle, can attract an angel to voluntarily become his messenger.
Hastur also possesses a position not inferior to the Source Castle, the Hall of Stars. Once he conducts the summoning ritual, who knows what might come.
With his current strength at Sequence 8, he is unable to suppress any potential accidents.
If he summons a malevolent spirit world messenger, just one punch might be enough for him to bid farewell to this world.
It's better to wait until he advances to the middle Sequence before trying to summon a messenger. Hmm, he also fears that summoning a too powerful messenger might scare Miss Sharon.
In this regard, he is still very considerate.
Hastur thought a lot to himself, stood up, went to the window, and opened it to let in some air.
Tonight's Backlund is still shrouded in the light of the crimson moon, and the stars in the sky emit weak and dense light.
After watching the stars for a while, Hastur couldn't help but think of the Hall of Stars.
If the gaze of the outer gods in the starry sky could directly penetrate the initial barrier, then was the gaze of the King in Yellow fixed in his direction?
Is He watching from a high vantage point, observing Hastur step by step into the script He has written?
Just like Hastur sitting in the Hall of Stars, looking down at the Lamp Genie.
"Every star represents an outer god…"
Hastur somewhat understood the feeling of Luo Ji, who had just grasped the Dark Forest Theory, looking up at the starry sky.
Fear and powerlessness.
It's like an ant lifting its head, staring at a giant far beyond its reach and contest.
Their situation might be even worse than that of the ants.
After all, ants still have a chance to climb onto the giant, while they are separated from the stars by a dazzling starry sky.
Difficult to traverse.
"If only I could find the star that represents the King in Yellow."
"Then I could also observe the daily life of the King in Yellow from a bird's-eye view."
"Unfortunately, the stars that light up in the Hall of Stars during each promotion are not chosen by me."
Hastur thought for a while, then closed the window.
Despite being in the Queen's area, he still had to be careful of Mr. A knocking on the window in the middle of the night.
Especially since Mr. A has become active again recently.
…
In the early morning, after breakfast, Hastur took a carriage to a club.
The Gorden Club, recommended by Gerrick, is akin to a modern fighting club, mainly for practicing combat skills.
Although he has been promoted to Barbarian for some time, he hasn't systematically learned any force application techniques, relying purely on brute strength in fights.
While this fits the role of a Barbarian, facing some truly formidable characters, he also needs to learn how to protect himself.
For example, which parts are more lethal to hit, how to dodge when someone throws a punch, how to counterattack when ambushed from behind… there's a lot to learn.
And proper training can also tap into the greater potential of the Barbarian physique.
The only downside is that the club's annual fee is 100 gold pounds, and one needs a recommendation to join, making it an exclusive circle for nobility.
The instructors here are all former frontline officers of the kingdom, with very high standards.
Hastur paid the fee and as soon as he entered the club, he attracted quite a few eyes.
Thin, not much flesh on his arms, a pretty but frail-looking figure.
That's the first impression most people have of him.
"I've obviously grown a lot during this time."
Hastur felt a bit aggrieved in his heart.
A crew-cut instructor with exposed arm muscles and a tall figure came over to introduce Hastur to the basic situation of the club.
Members here enjoy high privileges, able to freely choose an instructor for themselves, and can change at any time if they feel it's not suitable.
Each time they come to train, it's one-on-one service; there's no situation where one instructor teaches many members at the same time.
In addition to combat courses, there are also firearms courses. Basically, all firearms of the Ruen Kingdom are available here, with unlimited bullets, no extra charge.
As for drinks and food, these basics are provided free by the club.
Besides, there are many other conveniences, but Hastur didn't delve into those.
He directly signed up for two courses, one for combat and one for firearms.
As for exercising his muscles with equipment, he really didn't have that idea.
He is quite satisfied with his current physique and doesn't need to train into a muscular hunk.
The person responsible for instructing him is called Instructor Heiman, codenamed Eel.
According to his own introduction, he is like an eel in the sea.
On the surface, it looks like a delicious ordinary eel, but in reality, it contains a powerful electric eel.
Eel, cough
Eel, cough, Instructor Heiman's teaching style is methodical, clearly honed from years of military discipline.
Hastur, with his poor foundation, found this basic instruction quite suitable.
After half an hour of training, Instructor Heiman allowed Hastur to take a break.
Circling around him, he expressed surprise, "I didn't expect someone as thin and frail-looking as you to have such good basic physical fitness."
"I naturally don't put on weight easily; I have a lean physique," Hastur casually excused, concealing the robustness of his Barbarian physique.
To avoid drawing attention, he only trained for an hour before moving on to firearms practice.
(End of chapter)