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Andrew put away his smiling expression and said in a serious tone: "This IOU is real. As the heir of Baron Voltaire, shouldn't you pay off the debt for your father?"
"Oh, Mr. Andrew, do you need me to say it again? This IOU has no legal significance. I don't need to repay a debt that came out of nowhere."
Andrew's face turned completely dark, and he said fiercely: "Aren't you afraid that we will do something extraordinary for the sake of the 2000 pounds of debt?"
As soon as the words fell, the two strong men stepped forward at the same time, gearing up, with cruel smiles on their lips.
Hastur remained unmoved and sighed: "Are you planning to threaten a noble in broad daylight?"
"Very good! Let's go!"
Andrew glared at Hastur for a few times, then led the two strong men away.
This is the West District, where many powerful people and wealthy businessmen live, and the public security is very good.
Once they make trouble here, no matter whether they succeed or not, they will be held accountable and then sent to the gallows for extorting nobles. After all, no nobles and wealthy businessmen are not afraid of problems with public security.
Hastur watched them leave, raising the corners of his mouth slightly, and murmured: "They are indeed a group of legally illiterate people who don't understand the law."
What he just said about gambling and losing money after death was just something he made up casually. He didn't know if such a legal provision really existed.
They made it up to deceive, and the effect was really good. These people obviously thought that they were alone and easy to bully, so they wanted to defraud them out of a sum of money.
With an IOU that came out of nowhere, they wanted him to pay a huge fortune of 2000 pounds. Do they think they are too rich, or do they think too well?
If making money was so easy, why would anyone take the risk to rob a bank?
Hastur cursed a few times in his mind, then closed the door, locked it, and then returned to the study on the second floor.
Just happened
This little episode made him more eager to master power.
That Mr. Andrew, you can tell at a glance that he is not a good person. Maybe there is a professional team or gang behind them.
With his current strength, it would be terrible if he was beaten by them.
Lawyers still lack the means to attack.
Maybe he should also get a pistol, but then he would need to practice his shooting accuracy.
This is another considerable expense.
"Look again, as long as we don't leave the West District casually, they will never dare to act rashly."
"Of course, we also need to be careful of extreme situations where they become evil and cowardly."
"Perhaps when entering the Hall of Stars tonight, it's time to write down an order and rules that can ensure your own safety."
Hasta thought about it, took another blank piece of paper, and tried to formulate a rule that could protect himself.
Write directly: “Order is conscious collective understanding, and rules are mandatory control and obedience.
For a reasonable and effective new order, the new rules should conform to at least one of them, or both. "
After writing this, Hastur stopped writing, a little embarrassed.
The best way to protect yourself is to make a rule that you will never be harmed.
But is this description too vague?
In the legal provisions that represent rules, each law is very specific and clear, and there will be no ambiguity or vague descriptions.
After thinking for a long time, Hasta picked up the pen and wrote another paragraph: "Clear the main body of the rule, the purpose to be achieved, the affirmative tone that it will definitely take effect, and the evasive words to minimize the occurrence of other accidents."
This simple template made Hastur's thinking much clearer in an instant.
For example, make a rule so that you will never get hurt.
It can be described like this: "Hasta Campbell, a traveler from another world, the last heir of the Campbell family, will never be harmed by any life-threatening injuries at any time and anywhere! This rule will be used as a rule. A reasonable and correct way to take effect!”
Among them, the three directional descriptions of Hastur Campbell, a traveler from another world, and the last heir of the Campbell family, are the main subjects of clear rules.
No matter when and where, these two sentences "never" are an affirmative tone that will definitely take effect.
The goal of this rule is to avoid any life-threatening injuries.
Reasonable and correct are evasive words to prevent other accidents from happening.
Hastur read the first rule he tried to write several times and found that there were still quite a few problems with the description of this rule.
Is the requirement of being unable to be harmed too strict?
What counts as a life-threatening injury?
Is it not life-threatening harm to imprison you until you starve to death?
Can reasonable and correct methods really play an evasive role?
Is it the right and reasonable way to turn you directly into an evil god?
In fact, there are still many details that can be slowly pondered and modified.
He also found that it was much easier to formulate a rule if he did not make himself the subject of the rule.
For example, he could make a rule like this: "Under the starry sky, there is no more true God or the old days!"
Such rules suddenly become simple and clear.
But such rules obviously have no effect on me now.
Moreover, he is only Sequence 9 now, so this rule is destined to be impossible to realize. Unless he is promoted to True God or the Old One, it is possible to make this rule come true.
Chapter 12 The fusion of the chain of order and rules
Maybe he shouldn't take his steps too far all of a sudden. After all, he is only a Sequence 9 lawyer now.
Hastur pondered for a long time, and then wrote on the paper: "Under the gaze of the stars, Hastur Campbell, a traveler from another world, the last heir of the Campbell family, will use order as a gun and rules. As a shield, anyone who offends or harms him will be subject to the most severe judgment and sanctions. This rule is fair and reasonable and will not be changed due to any external factors!"
After finishing writing, Hastur looked at it carefully and read it silently several times, feeling increasingly satisfied.
This time, he tried to think of himself as a protected creature protected by legal rules, such as the national treasure giant panda.
He just replaced the giant panda as the protection target in the law with himself.
Such a description would obviously satisfy the requirements for a new rule.
The phrase "under the gaze of the stars" was specially added by him, referring not only to the stars in the sky, but also to the palace of stars.
Let the Hall of Stars with high status serve as witnesses, which can greatly strengthen the governing power of this rule.
Using order as a gun and rules as a shield sounds like two things, but it is also a description of mastering powerful power, which can be used to ensure that one can grow up safely.
Hastur read it a few more times, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he memorized the sentence, then handed the paper full of writing to a coal lamp and burned it to ashes.
Then, he took a new blank piece of paper and prepared to write a ritual magic that could communicate with the palace of stars in reality.
It is too passive to always rely on entering during sleep.
He is also planning to come up with a three-part real name, but he doesn't know if it can effectively communicate with the Hall of Stars.
"The Lord of Chaos and Order!"
"The origin of all rules in the starry sky!"
"He who returns the stars!"
This was the realization that flashed through Hastur's mind for the first time when he sat on that chair. It must be the key to communicating with the Palace of Stars.
After writing these three sentences, he translated three more sentences into ancient Hermes.
Fortunately, the original author's research on ancient Hermes was not low, and the process was stumbling, but he finally translated it.
Hastur breathed a sigh of relief, mobilized his spirituality, and silently recited in ancient Hermes:
"The Lord of Chaos and Order!"
"The origin of all rules in the starry sky!"
"He who returns the stars!"
boom!
There seemed to be a thunderclap in Hasta's mind!
The whole mind is stagnant, unable to think, unable to move, as if chaos has begun, everything is hazy.
The oil lamp that originally emitted dim yellow light in front of me was now constantly distorting, cracking, and fragmenting. The light, like fireflies, like fiery trees and silver flowers, was reduced to the purest light spots.
This process was very slow, but it seemed to be very fast. When all the visions in front of him disappeared, Hastur's spiritual body, soul, which can also be called the astral body, came straight out of the top of his head.
He subconsciously looked down. In the room with dim lights, a young man with slightly curly blond hair was lying on the desk, his eyes closed, a smile naturally flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he was sleeping soundly.
Is my soul separated from my body?
This was Hastur's first reaction.
In novels such as ghost stories, this kind of plot often appears.
"It's really fluttering, like leaving the world behind and being independent."
He tried to control his astral body, like a ball of flying cotton, light and unstretched. A gust of wind could send him thousands of miles away at this moment.
After circling his body and the room, he looked up.
I saw a starry sky hanging low, as if hanging on the roof of the room. The bright but not dazzling starlight made the whole room look like a sea of stars.
Really successful?
Hastur flew up, stretched out his right hand, and touched the starry sky suspended above his head.
The moment it touched, the entire star spirit body was sucked into the starry sky by a gentle force.
When he opened his eyes again, he had successfully arrived in the Hall of Stars.
Everything in front of him was exactly the same as what he saw when he fell asleep at night.
After the shock, Hastur naturally walked to the first high chair and sat down. With a thought, the chain of order hanging on the back of the high chair floated to his eyes and landed on the table.
He lowered his head and reached out to caress the chain of order. The chain of order, which seemed to be forged from platinum, exuded warmth that reached deep into the soul.
It was as if this chain of order was born from the depths of his soul.
After the novelty wore off, he remembered the need to establish the first order and rules.
With no pen and ink, and no blank paper to write on, he thought about using his own thoughts as a knife to carve the words he just memorized onto the chain of order in front of him.