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He also had to prepare a sum of money to purchase extraordinary materials for Sequence 8 barbarians, and set aside 500 pounds as an emergency fund. There was not much money left to actually spend.
At the same time, he also had to prepare to collect 2000 pounds to return to Viscount Graylingt.
The thought of still owing so much money gave him a headache. No matter which world he was in, he couldn't live a decent life without money.
He would like to open a law firm and take on some clients to make money, but his current legal level is still far behind, and he is far from being able to stand alone.
The best way to make money is to meet some extremely vicious Beyonders, then deal with them and sell their Beyonder properties and magic potion formulas.
But this requires you to advance to Sequence 8 Barbarian before you can try it.
"Hey, let's just endure it for now. After two months, I will be able to digest the potion."
Hasta calmed down, went upstairs to take a shower, and put his changed clothes into a bag to take out.
Go to a dedicated laundry room to wash it.
This is another expense.
The long nights were long, and he could only burn the midnight oil in his study and continue to study the three introductory books on the law.
After fighting until eleven o'clock, it was Hasta's favorite time.
Close the book and put it away, get up and walk to the next bedroom, lie down on the quilt, and prepare to fall asleep.
To be precise, entering the palace of stars.
In the boring life every day, there is only a little fun left in beating the djinn with a whip at night.
Sitting on the first chair, he looked towards the star where the djinn was, while driving the chain of order, gathering strength and ready to go.
When the shadow of the wishing lamp appeared again, Hastur smiled and whipped it with a powerful and heavy whip.
This time, he didn't bother to observe the djinn's reaction. He just walked away without stopping for a breath.
Hastur tapped the fingers of his right hand on the table, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and murmured: "It's time to rest again. I hope the djinn can also have a pleasant night."
……
Snapped!
The heavily sealed wishing lamp was flung out again and fell to the ground.
"You bastard! It's more hateful than secret!"
The phantom of the lamp god appeared again, looking up at the starry sky above his head with evil eyes.
This time, Bernadette also became interested.
Tonight, in order to explore the secret of the lantern, she stayed awake and captured the moment something strange happened to the wishing lantern.
At that moment, the heavy seal seemed to be broken through by some mysterious force. A powerful force hanging down from the starry sky seemed to have whipped the wishing magic lamp and whipped it away.
This is not a change that the djinn himself can cause, but the power from the stars is affecting the wishing lantern!
Although he couldn't see clearly the expression on the Djinn God's face at the moment, he knew he must be angry.
"It's really surprising that you, who prides yourself on being great, have such a downturn." Bernadette started taunting directly.
The Djinn just sneered: "You don't understand what that kind of power means."
"I just need to understand that that power is not here to help you break through the seal."
"Hmph, can you really be so sure?"
"Is there really anything in the stars that wants you to return?"
Bernadette asked in return, causing the Djinn to fall silent.
He also had a brilliant record back then and provoked many enemies.
Now that He is sealed in the wishing lamp, those beings, let alone saving Him, are already showing kindness to Him by not taking the opportunity to destroy Him.
"I think we can work together."
The Djinn expressed his willingness to cooperate. Time was running out and he no longer wanted to play tricks with Bernadette.
"I reject."
Bernadette didn't give the Djinn a chance to speak again, and said, "It's late at night, I should go and have a good sleep."
"..."
The Djinn watched Bernadette leave without appearing too anxious.
Bernadette is a smart person, and it is difficult to find conditions to impress her.
But there was one bargaining chip that she absolutely couldn't refuse, but he didn't want to waste this opportunity for the lion to open his mouth.
For several days in a row, every night at around 11:30, the magic lamp would be blown away.
Bernadette had gone from being wary at the beginning to mocking the djinn for her incompetence.
of course,
She remained vigilant deep down in her heart, and the Dawn was still roaming in the waters near the Church of Storms.
On this day, the genie finally chose to manifest himself from the wishing lantern.
Being whipped away once a day, coupled with Bernadette's ridicule, had made it impossible for him to endure it any longer.
He must find a way to counter this situation. He cannot let the other party make him round or flat. No matter what, he is also a powerful old man!
Bernadette said unceremoniously: "Tsk, have you finally stopped being a coward?"
The Djinn ignored Bernadette's taunt and said in a cold voice: "Let's make a deal."
"I think this is the perfect time to watch you being whipped like a dog once a night."
"Verbal attacks don't get you anywhere."
"But it makes me happy."
"Hmph, my patience is limited. Sooner or later you will need help more than I do."
Bernadette waved her hands gently and said, "Then let's wait until the future."
Seeing that the conversation broke down, the djinn returned directly to the wishing lantern.
Bernadette put a seal on the wishing lamp, stood up and walked out of the cabin, came to the bow of the ship, and looked up at the starry sky above her head.
It's really interesting to watch the Djinn look so angry these days.
But this also brings a crisis. The mysterious power coming from the stars is unknown whether it is a friend or an enemy.
What if it is already trying to help the Djinn break the seal?
Nowadays, the djinn is asking for cooperation and deals in a low voice. It may be that he is acting in order to relax himself.
She would not easily believe in the sincerity of an evil god.
But she has tried all kinds of sealing techniques, but she still can't stop the changes every night.
Is it really necessary to hand over the wish-making genie to the Seven Gods for suppression and safekeeping?
This is a level 0 sealed object that can save lives at critical moments. Even if it faces the descendants of the Seven Gods, there is still a certain chance of saving one's life.
"The starry sky is always so scary."
A sigh floated on the vast sea.
Chapter 9 Party, Salted Fish Forsi
In the early morning, two invitations were placed on the table, one on the left and one on the right.
The overall black color exudes luxury, and the light yellow invitation card is embroidered with more than a dozen red roses, and is carefully sprayed with rose essence, giving it a fragrant aroma.
The black invitation came from Gray Lint, inviting him to attend a small party in his villa tonight, saying that he wanted to introduce an extraordinary person to him.
The rose invitation came from Mrs. Gemani, who also invited him to attend the banquet in the evening. The writing also revealed a touch of deep longing and a little sadness.
He seemed like a heartless man.
Which banquet to attend was not a difficult decision. What was difficult was that he didn't really want to reply to Mrs. Gemani.
But not replying was really too rude for a nobleman.
But once he replies, Hasta is sure that he will receive invitations from Mrs. Germani every once in a while.
Maybe it's not just a separate banquet invitation, but maybe some explicit and ambiguous words.
"It's also a worry to be too good-looking."
Hastur sighed, drank the last sip of milk, cleared the table a little, and went upstairs with two invitations.
In the study, he took up a pen and wrote a reply to Mrs. Gemani.
First, I thanked her for her sincere invitation, and then I wrote that I couldn't attend the meeting because I couldn't spare the time.
It is simple and clear, never sloppy, and will not give Mrs. Germani any chance of possible ambiguity.
As for Gray Linte's invitation, he had no intention of writing a reply. When the time came in the evening, he would just go directly to the villa for the meeting.
After settling the matter, he put on a set of decent clothes and went out carrying a bag of laundry.
If he wasn't afraid that his hand-washing skills wouldn't be up to par, he would also want to save some money.
But the problem of cleaning the white shirt and tie was really difficult for him to deal with, so it was easier to leave it to professionals.
As for whether this would seem too shabby?
Hastur didn't care about this at all. Anyway, everyone knew that Voltaire Campbell had ruined his family fortune to the point where he could no longer maintain the dignity of a nobleman.
I spent 6p again to go to Backlund University. Professor Wayne's lectures were as good as ever.
He rarely talks about specific legal provisions in class, but mainly explains to Hastur how to appeal and make judgments when encountering some special cases, as well as some tips on how to persuade judges and juries.
As for the specific legal provisions, he asked himself to go to the library to borrow books and read them.
After class, Hasta went to the on-campus restaurant to eat as usual. It was good quality and cheap, and he could relive his student days. There was no better arrangement than this.
After solving the problem of food and clothing, Hasta went to the library of Backlund University, preparing to stay in the library all afternoon.
This was so as not to meet Mrs. Germani again at the court this afternoon.
Some of Loen's legal provisions are very old, barbaric and have strong characteristics of the old times, but some of the legal provisions are very interesting.