Chapter 129: Sharon, Who Loves to Hear Stories .

Chapter 129: Sharon, Who Loves to Hear Stories .

Beckland.

Hastur finally managed to find out the recent situation of Sheriff Reed's family through some inquiries.

After the incident that day, there was a huge explosion in their home, and the baby died on the spot, but Sheriff Reed and his lover were lucky to survive.

His lover, unable to bear the death of their child, became mentally disturbed, turning into a dazed state, and is now housed in a welfare institution.

Sheriff Reed also resigned from his position and is now arranged to stay in the welfare institution to accompany his lover.

Considering Sheriff Reed's outstanding contributions to the police department, they gave him a considerable sum of money, allowing him and his lover to stay in the welfare institution for their old age.

This was the official news released to the public, but the actual truth was unclear to Hastur.

However, it was certain that Sheriff Reed and his lover were still alive.

The so-called retirement in the welfare institution seemed more like imprisonment, with apparent freedom but actual restrictions everywhere.

It was a normal and reasonable arrangement.

"How could Sheriff Reed and his lover still be alive?" Hastur murmured, feeling that something was amiss.

It wasn't that he wished for Sheriff Reed's family to die, but based on the situation at the time, there was no reason for Sheriff Reed and his lover to have survived.

The infant parasitized by the high-dimensional overseer died that day, and not a few of the Storm Church's punishers perished, along with hundreds of nearby residents who were killed or injured in the explosion, even with prior evacuation.

Not to mention those who died in accidents caused by mysterious lightning strikes and subsequent fires.

Given where Sheriff Reed and his lover were, there was no reason for them to have survived unless the high-dimensional overseer deliberately kept them alive.

Hastur dared not believe that the high-dimensional overseer would have such familial bonds; he preferred to think that the overseer had left some sort of contingency in them.

This was probably also the thought of the Storm Church's higher-ups, which is why they imprisoned Sheriff Reed and his lover in the welfare institution.

"Sigh, I hope no more trouble arises."

Hastur composed himself and took a carriage to the newly built factory.

During this time, because of the high-dimensional overseer's affairs, he hadn't managed the factory much, but now he had the time to take a look.

Accompanied by Manager Halle, Hastur toured the factory and learned that the sales of the mosquito repellent powder had been quite good recently.

The best-selling product was the most expensive one.

After all, nobles lack nothing but fear losing face, and competition is inevitable.

If he weren't afraid that Klein might discover he was also a transmigrator, he would have planned some activities, like creating a special luxury edition and organizing a lottery gold-digging event.

Just buying a regular product would grant one a chance to win the lottery.

For the working class who weren't as wealthy, blatant gold pounds would be used as lottery prizes.

He could also adopt a certain Pinduoduo model to attract people to bargain, which he believed would quickly capture a large market share.

But Hastur just thought about it and didn't act on it.

He was special enough and preferred to avoid drawing attention.

In the afternoon, Hastur visited the law firm, where Lecturer Folan had everything well arranged, and the place was running smoothly. Folan even planned to hire a few more lawyers next month to help and expand the business.

Hastur was very confident in leaving these matters to Folan alone, as long as they could earn lovely pounds.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Hastur arrived at the Brave Bar.

He was already a regular here, and Caspars came over.

Hastur held his glass and said with a smile, "Mr. Caspars, I'm glad to see you here again."

"It is indeed fortunate."

Caspars raised his glass to Hastur, his face showing the joy of surviving a disaster.

That day, lightning was rampant everywhere. His house was fine, but the house next door was directly shattered by thunder, and the owner's two children, only five years old, died on the spot.

It was pitiful.

Life was also cheap.

Hastur chatted with Caspars for a while, then went to the billiard room to wait for Maric.

About ten minutes later, Maric arrived with his zombie squad.

His expression looked unfriendly, as if he wanted to start a fight.

Hastur preempted him, saying, "This glass of wine is to celebrate that we are still alive."

With that sentence, Maric, who originally wanted to cause some trouble, stopped and sighed, "Indeed, being alive is something to be grateful for."

"Miss Sharon, why didn't she come with you?"

"She still has some matters to deal with and might not come tonight."

Maric pulled over a chair and sat opposite Hastur, with the zombies passing him a glass of fine wine.

"Tell me about your experiences during this time, let me broaden my horizons."

"It's not exactly eye-opening, but indeed some interesting things happened." Maric completely extinguished the idea of settling accounts with Hastur and began to introduce their journey.

This time, the Rose School sent people to Beckland, which indeed made them worry and fear, but the Rose School's final situation was even worse than theirs.

They were targeted by the Church of the everNight Goddess, the Church of god of Steam and Machinery, and the Storm Church, losing many extraordinary members in Beckland.

Sharon and the others went out partly to take revenge and partly to rescue the surviving members of the Temperance faction.

Everything went smoothly, especially in the last few days when the Eternal Sun Church sent several archbishops to the Southern Continent, joining forces with the Storm Church, the War God Church, the Earth Mother Church, the local government army, and other forces to launch a purge against the Rose School.

The scale of this purge was unprecedented, and the indulgent lineage of the Rose School suffered heavy losses.

If it weren't for her low sequence, Sharon would have wanted to take this opportunity to return to the Southern Continent.

After listening, Hastur curiously asked, "Is there anything different about the Rose School now?"

"They've become better at hiding. If they hadn't escaped so quickly, they would have had to endure the double baptism of the sun and the storm."

Talking about this topic, Maric seemed excited and began to tell Hastur about the dramatic changes in the Southern Continent.

Hastur just listened with a smile, thinking about the cooperation between the Superstar Dominator and the Desire Mother Tree.

After such a purge, the surviving extraordinary members of the Rose School must be hiding very deep, and it would be difficult to find the tail of the Superstar Dominator.

Not knowing what the Superstar Dominator was up to was somewhat worrying.

He also wondered when Bernadette would be able to advance to Sequence 2, so she could go to the Southern Continent to explore and figure out the plans of the Superstar Dominator and the Desire Mother Tree.

At ten o'clock at night, Hastur ended his chat with Maric and took a carriage back home.

As he walked up to the second floor, he faintly felt a familiar presence in the study.

It might be Sharon; it seems she still likes to stay inside the mirror.

Hastur entered the study, closed the door, and sat on the sofa opposite the mirror.

After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Sharon's shadow appeared in the mirror. This time she didn't disappear in a flash but looked curiously at Hastur.

"Your aura seems to have changed?"

"A lot has happened during this time, and I've had some adventures that taught me to hide my own aura."

Sharon didn't delve into the issue but said, "Tell me about what's happened in Beckland during this time."

In the mirror, Sharon also sat on the sofa, facing Hastur across the mirror.

Hastur almost felt like the space he was in was the world within the mirror.

Suppressing this strange feeling, he thought for a moment and began to tell the story from the night the superstar shone in the sky.

Sharon's knowledge of mysticism was clearly several levels higher than Maric's. Through Hastur's slightly embellished description, she vaguely guessed something but didn't dare to think deeply.

The more she listened to Hastur's description, the stranger she felt. That night, she had also looked up at the starry sky, but she didn't have the immersive feeling that Hastur had.

Especially after Hastur's recounting, the presentation of that night seemed different, as if the fog had been lifted to reveal something more essential.

When Hastur finished, Sharon looked at him deeply, "Your eyes seem to be able to see a more magical world."

"Maybe I'm just good at expanding my imagination."

"Your description is fascinating."

"That's because I add a lot of fictional elements to ordinary days, making the stories that happen in Beckland seem more magical and interesting."

Sharon thought for a moment and said, "Then you should become a writer."

"It's a pity I've already become a lawyer; otherwise, I really would like to depict a different world through writing."

"You could write some short stories."

Sharon tried to mention this calmly, but Hastur keenly noticed a difference in her tone.

Sharon seemed to be looking forward to him writing short stories?

She likes to hear stories?

Hastur thought for a moment and tentatively said, "I have indeed conceived many interesting and fantastical stories in my mind."

"Then you should write these stories down. Don't waste your imagination; it's a rare talent."

"But I'm a bit lazy. To sit at a desk and write every day would be an excruciating torment."

"You can write when down when you have time"

"If you have time, you can write later."

"If I have to discipline myself, it might take me a month to write a single story."

Sharon was silent for a while before speaking softly, "If you have time, I can encourage your writing."

Hearing this, Hastur understood.

Miss Sharon, she likes to hear stories.

This little hobby, it's somewhat like a child who enjoys listening to fairy tales.

(End of Chapter)