Chapter 81: Sharon's Peril, Seeking the Storm's Aid 

Chapter 81: Sharon's Peril, Seeking the Storm's Aid 

June 27th, Wednesday.

At eleven o'clock at night, Hastur remained in his study, not yet asleep, and without opening the windows.

The night was marked by a sudden storm, with the sound of raindrops beating against the window.

The sound of rain always brings a sense of calm to an agitated mind; rainy days are the best times to read.

Reading at this time has the effect of doubling the effort, as one's thoughts easily enter the world within the book.

"The old professor who wrote this book on Giant's language is truly remarkable. Although he never saw a giant or conversed with one in his lifetime, he managed to compile a comprehensive framework of the Giant's language from scattered knowledge, making it easier for others to learn."

Hastur sighed and slowly turned another page.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The sudden noise made Hastur instantly alert. He closed the book, grabbed the sword-cane beside him, and stared intently at the window.

Was it Mr. A knocking on the window again? Listening carefully, he realized the sound was not coming from outside the window but from someone knocking at the front door downstairs.

Mr. A now chooses to visit through the front door? Hastur retracted the sword back into the cane, tightened it, and after a moment's thought, decided to go downstairs to check.

Holding the cane, he left the study and had just descended the stairs when he saw Maric, clothes torn and body bloodied, staggering in from the front door.

Trouble had struck! Hastur hurried forward to support the severely injured Maric.

"What happened?"

"We've been discovered! Hurry and help Sharon! She's at the border between the North and East districts!"

Maric spoke rapidly and with agitation, completely disregarding his own serious injuries.

"Rest here, I'll go help Sharon."

Hastur calmed Maric down, then instructed the butler, Neil, to take good care of him and to call a doctor to treat Maric's wounds.

After making arrangements, Hastur boarded the carriage, urging the coachman to brave the heavy rain and head to the location Maric mentioned.

Maric watched Hastur leave, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

He couldn't help but recall the night's events.

After the one known as the King of Curses, Balanca, used his extraordinary powers to conduct a wide search, he and Sharon, extraordinary beings on a different path, failed to evade the search.

Soon, a demigod of the fourth sequence noticed their group of trapped fish.

He and Sharon stayed behind to cover for the others to escape first. His strength was insufficient, and he was quickly left severely wounded.

"I'll hold him off, you get out of here."

"You can't handle him alone, I'll help you!"

"You're already injured, staying will only hinder me."

"I, I…"

"Get going, maybe you can seek Hastur's help."

"Alright! You must hold on!"

Remembering that moment, Maric trembled.

It was hard for him to imagine how Sharon could escape from the encirclement of a fourth sequence and two sixth sequences.

So he placed his last bet on Hastur.

As he became more familiar with Hastur, he increasingly felt that Hastur was not simple and might indeed have a way to save Sharon.

On the carriage.

Hastur pondered how he could assist Sharon during the ride.

Facing a demigod of the fourth sequence, a direct conflict would mean he could only do as much as Maric.

An additional person like himself wouldn't be enough to change the outcome.

To help Sharon, he needed to find external assistance.

The Church of the Seven Gods was the best choice.

Just before reaching Sharon's location, they would pass near the Holy Wind Church. He could detour there first, then go to help Sharon.

But what reason could he use to mobilize the extraordinary members of the Holy Wind Church? And how could he disassociate himself from this matter as much as possible afterward?

How could he ensure that the extraordinary members of the Holy Wind Church wouldn't harm Sharon?

Time flew by as he thought, and the responsible coachman brought the carriage to the outside of the Holy Wind Church.

Hastur took the black umbrella from inside the carriage, stepped out, and walked towards the Holy Wind Church.

Stepping over the muddy and waterlogged ground, Hastur arrived at the church's main gate, which was still brightly lit and open despite the rainy night.

Hastur's arrival quickly caught the attention of the church's personnel.

When Hastur revealed his identity, a bishop with white-flecked hair and a loose golden beard approached.

"I'm gravely concerned about the security situation in Beckland."

Hastur's first words made the bishop pause. Did this man come to the Holy Wind Church in the middle of the night just to say this?

"My friend is being hunted under the watch of the storm."

Hastur spoke calmly, but his words made the bishop's heart skip a beat.

He quickly said, "These matters are not within our jurisdiction, Baron Campbell. You need to seek help from the police."

"A bunch of filthy rats have infiltrated Beckland. As apostles of the storm, shouldn't you exterminate the rats and restore Beckland's cleanliness?"

"Baron Campbell, do you realize what you're saying?"

"Of course, members of the Rose School have secretly infiltrated Beckland. They're hunting my friend everywhere. I'm not only worried about my friend's safety but also saddened by Beckland's future."

Before the bishop could respond, Hastur continued, "You allow those rats to run rampant and destroy Beckland, making it unworthy for people to place their hopes here."

The bishop's expression darkened, and he said sternly, "Any slander against the gods will be punished by the storm, and even your nobility won't save you!"

Hastur scoffed, "My friend was severely injured by the Rose School's people, running from the East district to the West district seeking my help, while you just wait here, severely lacking in judgment of the situation, blaspheming the gods' position in our hearts."

"Who is hunting your friend?"

"A demigod of the fourth sequence."

The bishop's expression changed drastically. A heretic of the fourth sequence was rampaging through Beckland, and they were unaware.

This was a dereliction of duty!

They had failed the trust placed in them by the gods! "I am here because I firmly believe in the majesty and valor of the storm to cleanse all dust."

Hastur reiterated his respect for the god of the storm.

He had considered many plans on the carriage, but in the end, he felt that speaking frankly would be more effective in mobilizing aid from the Holy Wind Church, with the least impact afterward. As a noble, it's quite normal to be acquainted with a few extraordinary individuals, isn't it? Although Sharon and Maric belong to the Rose School, as long as no one delves deeply, they are just like ordinary extraordinary individuals.

Moreover, the Rose School has split into two factions, and the high-ranking members of the Church of the Seven Gods who truly understand the situation will not harm Sharon and the others.

At most, they would record Sharon and Maric's information in the archives, slightly restrict their freedom, and as long as they don't commit evil, it doesn't matter.

Compared to Sharon's safety, these drawbacks are negligible.

Soon, the bishop hurried off to report, then quickly returned, saying that the storm would severely punish any rat daring to ravage Beckland!

Hastur expressed his gratitude and promised to donate 500 gold pounds to show his appreciation for the god of the storm.

Hearing the promise of a donation of 500 gold pounds, the bishop's expression visibly improved.

After resolving these matters, Hastur returned to the carriage and headed to where Sharon might be.

With the demigod of the Holy Wind Church in action, as long as they block the Rose School's demigod, Sharon would have a greater chance of escape.

The carriage arrived near the area Maric mentioned, but there was no sign of Sharon, nor did Hastur feel any extraordinary beings fighting nearby.

He thought for a moment and instructed the coachman to circle the large area nearby.

If Sharon had indeed escaped, she would likely hide.

It would be difficult for him to find her, but she could easily find him.

After circling the area three or four times, Hastur finally heard Sharon's weak voice.

"Turn left, after you see a candy house, turn right, then it's the third alley on the left."

Hastur instructed the coachman to proceed.

He lifted the curtain, facing left, and after turning twice, he counted to the third alley and asked the coachman to stop the carriage.

Holding the cane in one hand and the umbrella in the other, he stepped down from the carriage.

The night's rain was heavy, washing the trash cans in the alley and emitting an unpleasant stench.

Fortunately, the rain masked the smell, making it bearable.

Hastur walked into the alley and saw Sharon at a corner ahead.

Her face was pale, her small black soft hat knocked off, her body drenched by the rain, and her light golden hair, usually tied in a bun, now hung loose, adding to her frail appearance.

Hastur jogged a few steps, the umbrella shielding the pouring rain.

"You came." Sharon managed a weak smile.

"Yes, let's go, it's not safe here."

Hastur approached, gesturing for Sharon to rest her hand on his arm.

Sharon shook her head, "No need for that."

With that, she took out a palm

…with that, she took out a palm-sized mirror and placed it in Hastur's palm, "Just protect this, and it will be enough."

Then, to Hastur's astonishment, she seemed to dissolve like a wisp of smoke into the mirror.

Inside the mirror, Sharon held up her skirt slightly and curtsied gracefully.

Even though her face was pale and she was gravely injured, her curtsy was impeccable.

"Don't worry, you're safe now."

Hastur whispered softly, tucking the mirror into the inner pocket of his jacket.

The pocket watch that had been there was taken out and casually wrapped around the handle of the umbrella.

Hastur looked up at the still torrential night sky, retraced his steps, and returned to the carriage to head back to the West district.

(End of Chapter)