Chapter 82: Sharon in a Maid Outfit “

Chapter 82: Sharon in a Maid Outfit "

No ill-intentioned peeping allowed here!"

Inside the carriage, Hastur set a new rule as he faced the vehicle.

Although Sharon was hiding inside the mirror at the moment, it didn't mean she was safe.

People from the Rose School might still be searching for Sharon; he needed to make preparations in advance.

First, he set a rule, then left another rule in reserve for emergencies, to be safer.

In the mirror, Sharon could vaguely sense that the space around her seemed to be enveloped in a golden glow of rules, compelling obedience.

Setting rules?

Wasn't he a rank 8 barbarian? Sharon pondered briefly and realized Hastur had many secrets, but she didn't speak up to disturb him.

Everyone has their secrets, and respecting others' secrets is also respecting oneself, a small piece of knowledge to remember when navigating the extraordinary world.

The carriage rattled forward, Hastur gripping his staff, vigilant.

He could feel a malicious gaze upon them, but it swept past and didn't linger.

After a while, the gaze swept over again and then moved away.

Hastur sighed inwardly; on such a rainy night, a carriage appearing out of nowhere was indeed suspicious.

Even though he had set a rule against spying, normal judgment would lead anyone to look this way.

Hopefully, they could bluff their way through.

After traveling some distance, the gaze returned.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and the coachman outside said, "Sir, be careful. On a night like this, it's easy for me to run you over with the carriage."

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

Slap! The coachman seemed to have been slapped and dared not make another sound; the carriage shook gently.

Then, the carriage curtain was lifted, and the dim light hanging from the top of the carriage illuminated the newcomer.

His face was pale and bloodless, his demeanor sinister, and his eyes revealed a fierce light; apart from his appearance, he felt much like Maric.

This must also be a rank 6 undead! If it came to a fight, their side had a great chance of winning two against one.

But it could easily attract that rank 4 demigod, too risky.

Hastur collected his thoughts and said, "Sir, if my carriage has bumped into you, I apologize and am willing to compensate you for some losses."

The man didn't speak, his gaze sweeping over every part of the carriage several times before finally looking at Hastur.

"Did you see a woman in a black court dress just now?"

"Sir, are you joking? On such a rainy night, besides an unlucky person like me, who else would be out, especially a well-dressed, beautiful woman?"

The man leaned in and said coldly, "Did you really not encounter a suspicious woman just now?"

"Sir, I'm in a hurry to get home, I didn't even roll up the carriage curtain, how could I have met anyone else?"

The man stared at Hastur for a while before withdrawing his gaze and leaving, under the angry yet silent gaze of the coachman.

"Baron, that man was too rude; we should call the police, give him the punishment he deserves, let him understand that nobles cannot be offended lightly."

The coachman's voice was loud, clearly having suffered quite a bit.

Hastur said with a smile, "Perhaps the heavy rain affected his mood, so he acted rashly; we should forgive others' inconveniences."

He told the coachman not to worry about this small matter and promised to give him a bonus when they returned.

This was recognition and reward for his work.

The coachman said no more and continued driving the carriage towards the west district.

Hastur suggested that the coachman pass by the Holy Wind Church later.

Perhaps fearing the extraordinary members of the Holy Wind Church, the Rose School member did not appear again.

The carriage safely returned to the west district.

After getting off, Hastur truly relaxed once back inside the house.

Upstairs, Maric, who had been simply treated and bandaged, was anxiously waiting in the study.

After Hastur left, he gradually regained his composure and increasingly wanted to slap himself.

Hastur was only rank 8; even with his abilities, he couldn't influence a demigod-level extraordinary person, could he?

Perhaps, not only could he not save Sharon, but he might also put himself in danger.

As time passed, this premonition grew stronger in his heart.

When a knock sounded outside the door, Maric immediately stood up from the sofa, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

Seeing Hastur standing outside unharmed, he punched him with reddened eyes, "It's good you're okay, good you're back."

"Yes, all is well."

Hastur entered with a smile, closed the door, and teased, "Maric, your eyes are red, did you cry just now?"

"…You're mistaken!"

Maric wouldn't admit he had been overly worried.

Hastur chuckled and said, "About Miss Sharon…"

"It's okay, she must be safe!"

"…"

Hastur paused, then said, "What if something happens to Miss Sharon?"

"I, I will avenge them!" Maric's eyes shifted from confusion to determination.

"But you're only rank 6." "…One day I will become much stronger!"

"Are you confident you can advance to rank 4 and become a demigod?"

"…I believe the future me can do it!"

Maric almost gritted his teeth as he spoke.

Seeing this, Hastur stopped teasing Maric, took out the small mirror from his chest, and spread it in his palm.

"Miss Sharon, you can come out now."

"Okay."

The mirror surface rippled, and Sharon emerged like a wisp of smoke, then returned to her original form in front of a stunned Maric.

"Sharon, you're okay!"

"Yes, he helped me escape from there."

After Maric's joy, he glared at Hastur with flushed cheeks, "You dare to tease me!"

"I was just following your words."

"…Ah, my head hurts, I need to rest."

Maric held his head, pushed open the door, and quickly left.

He couldn't stand Hastur and Sharon's teasing glances.

Sharon smiled lightly, "You tease him like that, be careful he'll beat you up one day."

"No worries, Maric is very generous, he won't take such a small matter to heart."

"We'll see."

"You were hiding and didn't speak up just now, right?"

"I didn't hear you say anything."

"…"

Hastur looked at Sharon, feeling she was in a good mood tonight.

Sharon's smile faded as she looked at her skirt soaked in sewage and rainwater, frowning slightly, "Do you have any clothes to change into?"

"Would a maid outfit be okay?"

"…"

Sharon paused, then turned and nodded slightly.

It wasn't that Hastur wanted to tease Sharon, but the only suitable clothing left for her was indeed a maid outfit.

"I'll have someone bring it to you."

Hastur stood up, left the room, and instructed a maid to bring a new maid outfit.

He glanced at it; it was the classic black and white style.

After delivering the maid outfit to Sharon, Hastur introduced her to the washroom, dispersed the nearby maids, and asked them not to disturb her.

After addressing Sharon's small trouble, Hastur sniffed himself and noticed an odd smell, plus his hair was also wet.

He greeted Maric and then went to the washroom for a bath.

When Hastur came out of the washroom and went to the study, only Maric was there, Sharon's whereabouts unknown.

She might have left early.

Hastur felt it was a pity; he hadn't seen Sharon in the maid outfit.

Maric, who had been waiting for some time, asked eagerly, "How did you save Sharon from a demigod?"

"Of course, by using wisdom, I don't have the strength to contend with a demigod."

Hastur explained how he sought help from the Holy Wind Church and how he coordinated with Sharon to avoid the Rose School member.

Maric listened silently, then remarked, "You're really good at using the power of wisdom."

"Being weak, I can only rely on wisdom; I'd also like to push through everything smoothly."

Maric thought for a moment, then worriedly said, "Won't the Holy Wind Church come looking for you?"

"Being questioned is inevitable, but don't worry about other aspects. After all, I am a baron, and unless I commit treason or do all sorts of evil, the church can't do anything to me."

The Rune Kingdom has always been proactive in protecting nobility; even the church can't easily break the established rules.

Moreover, he had pointed out the whereabouts of a Rose School demigod to the Holy Wind Church; capturing him would be an achievement, perhaps enough to offset any faults?

After chatting for a while, Hastur told Maric to rest early.

Now, it was past four in the morning.

After Maric left, Hastur also prepared to leave, came to the door, thought for a moment, then went to the mirror.

He tentatively asked, "Miss Sharon, are you still here? Or have you already left?"

There was no response; Hastur waited patiently for a while, and the smooth mirror surface rippled slightly.

Sharon, dressed in the maid outfit, flashed by.

"This outfit suits you well."

Hastur smiled, turned, and left with a light step.

The rain tonight was indeed wonderful.

(End of Chapter)