Chapter 106: The First Letter to Miss Sharon

Chapter 106: The First Letter to Miss Sharon The next day.

When Hasturcame downstairs for a meal, the butler Neil, despite behaving as usual, seemed a bit unnatural to Hastur.

It appeared that last night's events had made a deep impression on him.

After breakfast, Hasturwanted to reward himself with a day of relaxation.

But remembering what Bernadette had said recently, he feared that if he went out shopping again, he might run into her, and she would start paying attention to him.

As for whether they would meet, Hastur's intuition told him they would.

It was the mutual attraction of fate.

Even if Hasturand Bernadette each wanted to avoid the other, fate seemed to bring them together again.

Unless Bernadette left Beckland, the pull of destiny would weaken, and unless they were too close, they would not meet again.

Hasturthought it best not to provoke Bernadette; she was idle and could cause trouble if she set her sights on him.

As usual, Hasturwent to the Gordon Club to exercise for the morning.

Although he had fully digested the barbarian potion and the club's effect on him had diminished, he had already paid, and leaving the club now would be a loss.

Better to make a few more visits while he still had some enthusiasm.

After another meal at the club and a short rest, he went to the law firm.

Thanks to instructor Frolen''s passion, the law firm's work was on track.

instructor Frolen' could even take a break from his busy schedule to occasionally return to Beckland University to teach.

After Hasturinquired about the current situation at the law firm, he asked about Professor Wayne's recent status.

Hasturhadn't been to Beckland University for a while, and it had been almost half a month since he last saw Professor Wayne.

"The teacher is busy writing a new book."

"What book?"

"On how laws should be formulated in the new era."

instructor Frolen' then briefed Hasturon the situation.

With the previous grain law abolished, there was a major shake-up in the noble circles. Some nobles who only knew pleasure and play had fallen so low that they had to sell their properties to maintain their lifestyles.

Some wealthy merchants sensed the opportunity to become new nobles and spent a lot of money buying large tracts of land to prepare for their nobility.

Recently, the king discussed with Duke Nigan, the prime minister, Earl Holber, and several other influential figures, preparing to introduce a bill to buy titles.

Lords, barons, and viscounts could all be bought at a set price.

As long as you could afford enough gold pounds, no matter your status, as long as you were a citizen of the Rune Kingdom, you could become a noble.

A new noble.

It was said that the king was even prepared to put a few earl titles up for sale at a set price.

However, the price was basically in the millions of gold pounds, and only the top merchants had such financial power.

Professor Wayne and other professors studying law sensed the winds of change and agreed to study the laws of the new era together.

If nothing unexpected happened, Professor Wayne might directly participate in the revision of the Rune Kingdom's laws in the future.

After listening, Hastursaid with a smile, "Have you ever thought about buying a title?"

He was just teasing, but after a long thought, instructor Frolen' said, "I have thought about it. Although the status of nobility is not as valuable as before, it is still nobility. No matter how the Rune Kingdom changes in the future, nobility always has its uniqueness."

"How much would it cost to buy a lordship?"

"Besides the necessary land, about 100,000 gold pounds."

"…"

Hasturfell silent, looking at instructor Frolen' with a hint of curiosity.

100,000 gold pounds, and instructor Frolen' was not old yet. Had he already saved such a substantial fortune?

"Cough, the teacher said he plans to support me a bit."

"How much?"

"About 30,000 gold pounds."

"…"

Professor Wayne is indeed wealthy! Hasturexclaimed, then seriously said, "Since it's the teacher's support, you must not let down his expectations."

"??"

instructor Frolen' looked puzzled at Hastur, not understanding the meaning of his words.

"I am also the teacher's student; he should also support me a bit."

Hasturwinked, and instructor Frolen' laughed and said, "Yes, I believe the teacher will not be biased towards any student."

"Praise the teacher who upholds the principle of fairness!"

Hasturand instructor Frolen' exchanged a smile.

He was just joking and didn't really want to ask Professor Wayne for financial support.

The greater the favor received, the greater the karma to be repaid.

He wasn't so short of money now and didn't want to owe Professor Wayne for this.

Besides, he never thought of improving his title by paying gold pounds.

Why not keep the gold pounds for himself to spend slowly?

Not to mention 100,000 gold pounds, he didn't even want to pay 10,000 gold pounds.

1,000 gold pounds, however, might be worth considering.

…

At night.

Hastursat at his desk, took out paper and pen, and prepared to write a letter to Miss Sharon.

After all, he had been given the copper whistle to summon the spirit world messenger, and not writing a letter would seem like he didn't care about them when they returned.

He first brewed his emotions a bit, then began to write.

"Miss Sharon, at this moment, I am sitting at my desk, bathed in the breeze from the window, writing this letter by the unexpected moonlight.

Long time no see, I am well here, and besides the sky still being so gray, everything in Beckland is fine.

I wonder if your journey is going smoothly? Have you encountered any dangers? Is there anything you need help with?

Although I am in Beckland and cannot truly help you.

Cough, this does not mean that my concern for you is false.

Well, I just say that because I don't know what else to say at the moment."

Hasturpaused here, thought for a moment, and decided not to erase this somewhat annoying passage.

A little banter wouldn't seem so serious, after all, this wasn't some final letter of life and death separation.

"Recently, I met a woman who claimed to be your friend. She has chestnut long hair, dresses fashionably, and has a strong Intis style."

"Our first encounter was in a Luenburg-style restaurant, where I invited her to a meal, although it was her initiative, but I was the one who paid."

"The second time we met was in a dessert restaurant, where she seemed to have a strong interest in me, even asking if there was any intimate relationship between you and me."

"Well, the latter sentence is my own guess, although she didn't say it outright, but I know that's what she meant."

Hasturstopped writing again, thought for a moment, then continued: "I don't mean to spend a large part of a letter to you describing an unknown woman.

"It's just that this is the only recent event related to you, so I try to write as clearly as possible so you can understand what happened."

"Unconsciously, I've almost written a full page… seems like there's nothing else to say."

"Miss Sharon, be sure to stay safe, don't overdo it when you encounter unsolvable problems, and if convenient, you can also write to me to discuss. Sometimes, thinking about the same thing from a different perspective can lead to different solutions."

"By the way, say hello to Maric for me, so he won't complain later that I didn't mention him in the letter."

"It's getting late, rest early."

Hasturwanted to write 'good night' as usual, but thought better of it and changed it to 'rest early.'

He checked the letter twice more and found no need for revisions.

Hasturfolded the letter, blew the copper whistle, and sent it off.

…

Under the same crimson moon, the messenger traveling through the spirit world delivered the letter to its contractor.

Sharon opened the letter and read it slowly.

"Who sent the letter?" Maric curiously approached.

"Your good friend."

"Hastur? When did you give him the copper whistle?"

"Before leaving Beckland."

Sharon calmly answered Maric's questions while reading the letter.

After Sharon read it once, Maric asked, "Did the letter mention me?"

"Yes." Sharon's lips curled up slightly.

"He still has some conscience."

Maric didn't inquire about the content of the letter; it was a letter Hastursent to Sharon.

If there was anything important, Sharon would tell him.

"Do you plan to reply to him?"

"If I have time."

"I see, it seems Hastur won't be receiving a reply."

"?"

Do I look like someone who wouldn't reply to a letter? Sharon glanced at Maric, thought for a moment, then handed the letter to Maric.

"He really only mentioned me once!"

Maric clenched the letter, his eyes showing a fierce light, and Sharon's mood became much more pleasant.

(End of Chapter)