Mystery: The Return of the Stars

Brave Bar.

Caspers, who was playing billiards, met the impressive young nobleman again.

Compared to other people who had to bargain, this young nobleman directly took out 5 pounds in cash and treated him to a glass of Southwell beer.

"Good evening, Mr. Caspers."

Hasta greeted politely, and then asked Caspers to lead him to the small dark room in the alley to attend the extraordinary party.

He knew the way alone, but he thought it would be safer to let this Caspers take him a ride.

As for the cost, he would treat him to another glass of Southwell beer.

"Being too obsessed with those things can easily bring disaster to yourself."

Caspers gave Hasta another piece of advice before leaving.

"Thank you for the advice, Mr. Caspers." Hasta nodded and decided to treat him to two glasses of Southwell beer when he came out later.

Put on the mask and hood, enter the small dark room, still in the living room on the first floor.

As the transaction progressed, the lady who had sold the lawyer Hastur the potion formula at a higher price again expressed her desire for the barbarian potion formula.

I thought there was no hope this time, but I was surprised to hear a calm voice from the corner, "I once got a barbarian potion formula."

"What do you need?"

"800 pounds."

The lady frowned and said, "Isn't this price a bit expensive?"

Generally, the potion formula of Sequence 8 is between 500 and 600 pounds. Now this person asked for 800 pounds right away, and the premium was very obvious.

"I'm not that short of money for the time being."

"..."

The lady was stunned. Why did this sentence sound so familiar?

By the way, at the last few gatherings, there was a newcomer who wanted the lawyer's potion formula, and I used this reason to sell him the lawyer's potion formula for 300 pounds.

This voice also seems familiar?

It's him!

The newcomer who asked to buy the lawyer's potion formula before!

The lady was surprised, then smiled bitterly and said, "This is a lot of wealth, I need some time to raise it."

Hasta said lightly, "I think Mr. Wisdom Eye doesn't mind helping you advance part of it first."

Wisdom Eye chuckled, "I don't mind providing a little help, you can first use the extraordinary weapon of equal value as collateral."

"That's okay."

The lady gritted her teeth and spent 800 pounds to buy the Barbarian Potion Formula.

Hasta handed the Barbarian Potion Formula he wrote to Wisdom Eye and asked him to identify it for free.

When he heard Wisdom Eye announce the transaction, he was relieved.

This is not only related to the 800-pound transaction, but also the potion formula he needed. It was 1,600 pounds in total!

Hasta felt much more relaxed after getting a huge sum of 800 pounds. He wanted to buy a suitable extraordinary item for himself, preferably a seal of order and rules, but unfortunately he didn't get it.

At the end of the party, Wisdom Eye asked Hasta to leave first to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Back at the Brave Bar, Hasta ordered three glasses of Southwell beer for Caspers.

Caspers was silent for a moment and said, "I'm old and past the age of liking Southwell beer."

"Just think of it as a recollection of the taste of youth."

Hasta gave him a back look and silently drank a cocktail called Disordered in his hand, which cost 2 soles.

He originally wanted to try fruit wine, but seeing that the people around him were either drinking beer or strong liquor, it was not suitable for him to drink fruit wine alone, so he finally ordered a cocktail to try.

"..."

Caspers only drank a glass of Southwell beer and handed the other two glasses to other guests who were drinking happily.

After drinking, seeing that Hasta was still sitting in a corner with interest, admiring the drunken lights here, he walked up and took the initiative to say, "Are you interested in meeting a real extraordinary person?"

"Oh, is it here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"Come with me."

Caspers led Hasta to a card room deep in the bar.

Pushing the door open, there were more than a dozen people playing Texas Hold'em inside.

Seeing someone coming, a man in a white shirt and black vest slowly stood up from his seat, and more than a dozen other people put down their cards at the same time and looked over.

No one spoke, and the scene was a little weird for a while.

Hasta took a quick glance and found that these people were pale, their eyes were like wild beasts, and their bodies revealed a chill that kept strangers away.

This man should be Maric.

Hasta recognized the origin of the man in front of him, which was also a major reason for his stay in the Brave Bar.

Kaspars stepped forward to briefly introduce Hasta and Maric, then turned and left, leaving the two of them alone to talk.

"Are you interested in the world of extraordinary people?" Maric sat back in his seat, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Hastur walked over to Maric and sat down, saying, "Mortals always yearn for the world of gods."

"Heh, have you ever killed anyone?"

"No."

The mocking look on Maric's face became even stronger, and he shook his head and said, "People like you are not suitable for and should not enter this world of cannibalism."

Does he really look that immature?

Hastur sighed in his heart. Whether it was Caspars or Maric, when they first saw him, they all thought of him as a silly young man from a noble family who came to pursue extraordinary power.

Hasta thought for a moment and said, "Then if you were asked to choose again, would you continue to choose this path?"

"Yes." The sarcasm at the corner of Maric's mouth subsided a little.

"Why?"

Maric did not answer directly, but chuckled: "I don't have as good a living environment as you."

"Yes, my living environment is already so good. I live in a big house, wake up from a big bed every day, and have servants waiting on me all day long. Since I am already so rich, why not look for some excitement that I have never experienced before? ?”

Maric was silent, always feeling that the other party took the opportunity to show off.

"Want to play cards?" Hastur smiled, pointed at the cards on the table, and extended an invitation.

He didn't like gambling, but he just missed the feeling of playing cards in his hands.

If there were three of them, he would definitely suggest playing a few games against evil.

That is the imprint that remains deep in my heart.

If there are four people, they will definitely play upgrading or hoeing the earth.

"You want to play cards with me?"

"Well, it's just the two of us."

"Okay, the bottom bet is 1 suler, and the raise limit is 1 pound."

Hastur nodded. The bet was smaller than he thought. There was no difference between winning and losing a few games.

He also wanted to see if his luck had gotten better now.

Maric snapped his fingers, and a living corpse standing on the right side began to shuffle and deal the cards.

After the cards were dealt, Hastur revealed the corners of the two hole cards and took a look at them. He saw a pair of Aces. This made him slightly stunned. Has his luck gotten better?

"It seems that your trump card is very good." Maric saw the slight change in Hastur's expression.

"Learning to control your expression is also a gamble."

"5 sulers."

"Follow the bet."

After a round of calling, the living corpse continued to deal cards, and both of them chose to keep calling until all five community cards were dealt and revealed.

A, Q, 9, A, 8.

"My card is a straight."

Maric showed his hole cards, a 10 and a jack, and he won the last card in his bet.

"Four Aces."

Hasta looked calm and naturally revealed his two hole cards, successfully winning Maric's straight with four.

Maric thought thoughtfully: "Is this good luck for beginners?"

"maybe."

In the next few games, Hasta's luck has been very good. Although Maric's cards were also good, he basically lost.

In eight consecutive games, Maric only won one, which cost him about 20 pounds.

"What the hell."

Maric frowned slightly and looked at the living corpse responsible for dealing cards, wondering if he should change the dealer.

Hasta gave it up when he saw it, and said with a smile: "Can I use all the bets I won before in exchange for a piece of news?"

"Oh, what do you want to know?"

Maric did not refuse the deal. The god of luck was not on his side tonight, and he did not want to use his bad cards to make others happy.

"Your adventure story."

"Haha, that's not an adventure story."

Maric laughed to himself, organized his words, and then slowly told Hastur his extraordinary story.

In his story, he is a farmer's child who advocates peace. He lives in a peaceful village with a group of friends and leads an idyllic life.

But one day, some people full of desire colluded with enemies outside and launched ruthless killings.

The peaceful life is no longer, the war is spreading, some people died tragically, some fled, some surrendered to the enemy...

He had better luck, and with the help of some old people, he and a few companions escaped successfully.

But the demons who destroyed their hometown did not choose to let them go. Instead, they kept sending people to hunt them down. They could only live a wandering life until they came to Backlund and found a stable life.

Perhaps remembering the things that made him angry, Maric's eyes became more violent, like a wild beast that wanted to bite its prey at any time.

But soon, Maric suppressed his impulse and allowed himself to return to calmness again.

Hastur sighed: "Those who follow desire will eventually be swallowed up by desire. The reason why people are human is because they are not dominated by desire like beasts. They have a self that is higher than desire."

He didn't mean to please Maric by saying this, but he really felt it.

The temperance sect that Maric and Miss Sharon belong to is obviously much better than the indulgence sect.

The sensualists are a group of wild beasts who have lost themselves. When their desires are burned out, they will be burned into a pile of charred bones.

Maric's eyes brightened slightly, and he said quite proudly: "Restraining desires and not asking for things from outside is truly extraordinary."

“The human heart is as greedy as a snake, dreaming that it can swallow a giant elephant.”

"That's a very reasonable statement. Emperor Russell is truly a great thinker."

"..."

Hastur's expression was a bit unbearable. He had just rephrased the phrase "people's hearts are not enough, snakes swallow elephants." He really didn't want to touch Russell.

Great thinker?

Also, if you combine all famous quotes from ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, into one, how can he not be a great thinker?

"It's late at night, it's time for me to go back."

Hastur was silenced by Emperor Russell's famous words, and had no interest in continuing the conversation.

Marichi said: "I come here almost every night."

"This is my luck."

Hasta understood what he meant, smiled and got up to leave.