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The picture looks quite harmonious, but I don’t know if anything happened in between.
This is a painting that is equivalent to freezing a corner of future destiny.
I don’t know the cause, I don’t know the result.
It can only be interpreted and thought about by those who see this painting.
Hastur thought about it carefully for a while and felt that this picture was a representation of harmony and friendship, representing a destiny with a positive trend in the future.
"No rush. Wait until the next time we call the God of Lights to a meeting and test his reaction. Maybe we can also bring the Mother Tree of Desire directly in front of him."
Hastur quietly pondered over the possibilities until the pain in his head became unbearable, and then he left the Hall of Stars.
The next day, Hastur went to the dense forest behind the manor to hunt and relax according to his original plan.
As night fell, he proposed to camp in the jungle with his friends, and asked Maric to send out two zombies to serve as his camping partners in order to dispel Butler Neil's concerns and worries.
With no outsiders present, Hastur let out a sigh of relief and looked much more relaxed. Regardless of his elegant aristocratic image, he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, took off his shoes, rolled up his trouser legs, and prepared to go down to the lake to catch some fish to grill.
Maric came out from the depths of the jungle, and seeing this scene, he was stunned for a moment, and jokingly said, "Have you had enough of being a noble? Do you want to be a savage for once?"
“When you are in nature, you should liberate your mind and be in harmony with nature. Only in this way can you experience the beauty of nature.”
Without even turning his head, Hastur grabbed a wooden stick with a sharp tip and stabbed it at a big fish that was spitting bubbles.
The force was strong enough to make the water rippling, but it was a pity that the aim was a little off.
Hastur was not in a hurry. After searching for a while, he aimed at the next fish.
"Liberate your mind? You are just having fun, right?"
"Shh, you scared my fish away again."
"It's obviously your own poor fishing skills!"
"Tsk, if you can do it, come and stop pushing me."
"..."
At this moment, Maric felt that the image of Hastur as an elegant nobleman in his mind was completely shattered.
Chapter 55: The Spiritual Cult? Wanna dance together?
At night, a bonfire was lit in the open space beside the lake.
On the edge of the bonfire, there were seven or eight small wooden sticks with disemboweled fish of different sizes strung on them.
Maric glanced at the charred fish skewers in his hand, and then glanced at Hasta opposite.
I always feel that this scene is a bit ridiculous and unreal.
Hastur Campbell, a young and handsome baron, the last heir of the Campbell family, should have been a nobleman known for his elegance.
But now, his behavior of fishing in the water and grilling fish is even more proficient than the skills he has honed over many years of living in the open air.
Is this his nature liberated in nature?
Facing Maric's appraising gaze, Hasta took a bite of the fish with a natural expression, frowned slightly and said, "It's a pity that there is no seasoning here."
The fish was a bit fishy. It was definitely not because of the poor grilling skills, but because there was no seasoning to enhance the flavor.
Speaking of which, he hadn't experienced the taste of spiciness in a long time. The grilled fish would be more delicious if it was spicier.
"Have you been suppressed for too long?"
As Maric spoke, he secretly threw the charred grilled fish in his hand into the fire.
"To be more precise, I want to try something new."
"...You nobles are really idle."
"Yes, most nobles are very leisurely. They don't need to consider material needs, so they have a lot of leisure time."
"Is this also the reason why you want to set foot in the extraordinary world?"
Hasta did not continue discussing these worthless topics with Maric, and quickly brought the topic to Miss Sharon.
He is very interested in Miss Sharon's past life. He has heard Maric's version of the adventure story, and he also wants to hear Miss Sharon's version of the adventure.
It's just that Miss Sharon obviously doesn't like talking and introducing herself.
"Sharon is different from me. Her temperament has been like this since she was a child. She is quiet, doesn't like talking, and hates making noise. Apart from her preference for beautiful dresses, it's hard to find other girlish aspects in her."
"Her teacher is a very capable person. Sharon learns and grows very quickly. If it weren't for that accident, her life would be far more exciting and stable than it is now. There is no need to risk her life and come to Backlund to live in hiding."
"She never complained about the hardships of life. No matter how the world changed or how dangerous it was, she always moved forward according to the principles she adhered to in her heart."
Hasta listened silently and asked curiously: "Hasn't Miss Sharon done something more naughty and out-of-the-box before?"
"Of course, when she was a child..."
When Maric reached the key point, he stopped hurriedly, coughed slightly and said, "I was still young at that time, so I can't remember some things clearly."
He felt that if he dared to reveal the embarrassing things Sharon had done as a child in front of Hastur, he would definitely be beaten.
"Maric, being good at sharing is a good virtue."
"I'm sorry that my moral character has been at a low point."
"There are only two of us here, do we still need to worry about this?"
"Haha, do I look stupid?"
"Ugh."
Seeing that he could not convince Maric, Hasta did not continue to ask.
The two chatted for a while, and Maric went back to stay with his zombie team. Hastur flattened the grass and originally wanted to get a blanket to spread it on, but later gave up the idea.
If you want to play a barbarian, you have to be thorough.
You cannot become a barbarian if you live a too civilized lifestyle.
Late at night, a light mist came in, adding a bit of chill to the whole air.
Hasta, who was lying in the open space near the bonfire, woke up from his sleep and listened for a moment, and indeed heard the whistle from Maric's mouth.
Are the people in the Spiritual Religion so idle?
Come to this remote mountain and forest to hold a dance party in the middle of the night every day?
Or are they holding some kind of ceremony and have reached a critical moment?
"Want to go and see it together?"
Hastur was interrupted from his contemplation by Maric's sudden voice. He got up from the ground and looked at Maric who was coming with the zombie team.
"Didn't you say that the whistle will cause the living corpse to mutate?"
"Don't worry, I'll keep them away from here. Just you and I will go take a look."
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Hasta agreed to Maric's invitation, and he was also interested in what the Spiritual Religion Group was going to do.
"I'll go take care of it first. You wait for me here."
Maric led the zombie team away from here and tried to suppress their possible changes before returning to join Hastur.
The two of them walked carefully along the source of the whistle under the moonlight.
After walking for about twenty minutes, they saw a ball of fire from deep in the forest.
Even under the cover of the dense forest, the fire was very dazzling.
If there is really any ceremony going on, it must be very large.
Hastur and Maric looked at each other and both knew they had to be more careful on the next road.
The two pushed aside the branches and vines blocking the road, with Maric walking in front and Hasta following behind, gradually approaching the source of the firelight and whistle.
After getting closer, Hasta and Maric vaguely heard voices coming from the firelight.
Words such as soul hell, Lord of the Dead, and happiness in the afterlife are mentioned many times.
From this information, Hastur has been able to confirm that the organization causing trouble tonight is definitely the Spiritual Religion Group. As for which lineage it is, he cannot yet judge.
Although the Spiritual Cult believes in death and the true god who stands at the top of the path of death, they are divided into several factions.
There are the Royal Faction, the Artificial Death Faction, the Sleeping Faction, the Underworld Faction and some other small factions.
Each faction advocates and pursues different goals.
The Royal Faction advocates supporting the descendants of the God of Death and has extremely high rights in the Southern Continent; the Artificial Death Faction tries to activate the uniqueness and let the God of Death return from the depths of the underworld, which is the most crazy and dangerous lineage.
The Hypnati sect simply believes that the soul will be left behind after death. Only by allowing the soul to sleep peacefully can they obtain happiness in the next life. The existence that controls whether the soul sleeps or not is the God of Death.
This lineage is very calm and has good original intentions. It is the best lineage to deal with. What it seeks and does is more in line with the authority of the goddess of the night.
The Underworld Sect advocates summoning creatures from the underworld, which is similar to the branch of the Summoning Flow.
Hastur has little understanding of other factions.
"continue or not?"
Maric gave Hastur a look.
"be careful."
Hastur nodded, agreeing with the idea of continuing to explore.
The two of them tiptoed and cautiously approached a distance.
Through the gaps between the branches and leaves, you can vaguely see a group of people circling around the fire, dancing an uncoordinated sacrificial dance.
Maric's expression was solemn, while Hastur's expression was relaxed.
Even the sacrificial dance was danced so loosely and irregularly. At first glance, it didn't look like a regular member of the Spiritual Religion Group, but more like a non-staff member of the Spiritual Religion Group.
"Should we leave first and then report it to the Church of the Night?" Maric suggested in a low voice.
"..."
Hasta glanced at Maric in surprise. Shouldn't this kind of behavior be something he is better at?
Maric, a member of a non-Orthodox church, now has such a high level of consciousness?