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"Well, if there is a chance, I would like to meet that believer of the stars."
Leonard turned the empty wine glass and asked curiously: "Why are you interested in him?"
"I'm just curious about what kind of person can be protected by the stars."
"That's not a good thing."
Leonard thought for a moment and decided to remind Mr. Hastur, who had an extraordinary conversation.
"Now even people from the Seven Orthodox Churches are looking for followers of the Stars. This shows that this is an extremely evil and dangerous organization. It is best for us ordinary people not to have any contact with them."
"Extremely evil and dangerous?"
Hastur narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "But I haven't heard of those star believers doing anything terrible?"
"That's just the appearance. Maybe they were responsible for the many recent murders."
“But the police station is not
Haven't you found the murderer yet? How do you know it was done by the Star Believers?"
Leonard laughed and said, "I'm just guessing. It may not be true, but one thing is for sure. There is absolutely no harm in staying away from them."
"Too."
Hastur raised his wine glass and clinked it with the wine glass in Leonard's hand, and said with a smile: "We ordinary people should really stay away from them."
"Wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom."
Leonard drank another glass of wine, finally couldn't help the swelling in his abdomen, got up and went to the bathroom.
"O devotee of the stars."
Hasta murmured, ordered another glass of fruit wine, and drank it in small sips.
He was thinking about whether to find out the fake person pretending to be a follower of the stars. If he was allowed to mess around, it would ruin the reputation of the stars.
Although he didn't care much, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
Even though he had done nothing, he still had to take the blame for Backlund's troubles.
People who blaspheme should be punished.
After a while, Leonard walked briskly from the bathroom, and then asked the bartender for three glasses of Southwell beer and a few plates of snacks.
Looking at him like that, he's probably going to drink late tonight.
Hastur took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was already past eleven o'clock.
We've been chatting very late tonight, and it's time to go back and rest.
After all, Backlund is not very peaceful recently, so it's better not to stay outside for too long.
"Hasta, do you want to continue drinking?"
Hearing that Leonard was about to treat him to a drink, Hastur held up the half-drunk fruit wine in his hand, shook his head and said, "I've drank a lot tonight, and I have to go home to rest later, so let's wait another day."
Leonard felt a little pity and walked over with a sigh.
Hastur glanced at him and said, "What seems to be bothering you tonight?"
"Why do you say that?"
"You look like you are planning to drink until dawn. People who drink alone late at night usually have something on their mind. Only in this way can they drink all the wine."
"That's a good thing to say."
Leonard did not state his true situation, but talked about how difficult it was for him to first come to Backlund.
For example, the house prices are too high, the place is unfamiliar to me, and I have to be busy with work, etc.
Hastur listened quietly, and after he finished his glass of wine with Leonard, he stood up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he told Leonard that if he wanted to drink with him in the future, he could try his luck here. Or tell the waiter here.
Leonard said that if he was free in the future, he would come here to have a drink with him, and then watch Hastur leave in a carriage.
“Drinking is just not fun without a great drinking partner.”
Leonard sighed and thought of Klein.
This friend, whom I had been friends with since Tingen, was good in many places, but his drinking capacity was average, so it was difficult to have a good drink with him.
Hmm, Klein’s poetry level seems to be average, right?
Sure enough, people with both talent and appearance like Mr. Hastur tonight and myself are only a minority among the minority after all.
Leonard drank in silence until the bar closed at dawn and he was ready to leave.
Before leaving, the waiter told him that Mr. Hasta had paid for his wine in advance.
"Tsk, someone invited me to drink when I first came to Backlund. I am indeed a very charming person."
Leonard was quite moved by this, stopped a carriage, and returned to St. Samuel's Church in the North District.
Chapter 171 Mr. Hastur is the Night Blessed?
St. Samuel's Church.
When Leonard came back smelling of alcohol, there were already many people waiting for him, including Klein who came with the Nighthawks team to report the results of last night's victory.
"There has been no news all night, so we thought you were in danger."
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."
"Leonard Mitchell, you are a true warrior. You have successfully proved to everyone that you are a qualified member of the Red Gloves!"
After a round of greetings and affirmations, Leonard, who was already a little light-headed due to drinking too much wine, became even more light-headed.
Klein held his arm and asked him to sit on a bench to rest.
Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on Leonard's body, Klein frowned slightly and said, "You smell like alcohol, what on earth did you do last night?"
Acting as a bait is inherently dangerous. After Leonard escaped, he didn't hide quickly and drank all night long.
I really don’t know whether I should call him bold or ignorant.
Leonard glanced at the other members of the Red Gloves team who also wanted to know what happened last night, cleared his throat, and said:
"I happened to be teleported near a bar last night. Because of the negative effects of the sealed object, I didn't dare to walk around at will, let alone return to the church directly. I could only temporarily choose that bar as a place to stay."
“At that time, I was feeling chilly and my whole body was freezing, so I drank some strong liquor to relieve the symptoms. I didn’t really want to drink too much at first, but then I met an interesting drinker and chatted with him in a very interesting way. Unknowingly, Just drink a lot.”
"The drinker behind me went home to rest first. I stayed at the bar until the bar closed at dawn, and then I rushed back in a carriage."
Leonard roughly recounted what happened last night, which satisfied the curiosity of the people around him.
Klein thought for a moment, but still didn't ask Leonard how much he drank last night.
He has seen the prices in Backlund before, and the wine in the bar will definitely be much more expensive than outside.
Leonard drank all night and probably drank all his salary for a week.
The captain of the Red Glove Team who was responsible for leading Leonard also thought about this problem. He smiled and patted Leonard on the shoulder, "Don't worry, the cost of going out to perform the mission can be reimbursed."
"Thank you, captain." Leonard had a smile on his face.
A night's worth of drinks. Judging from his visual inspection of the drink prices in the bar last night, it shouldn't be a problem to quote 50 gold pounds for a night's worth of drinks.
After all, they didn't know that most of what they drank last night was relatively cheap Southwell beer, and they didn't know that their drink money had already been paid off.
Earning an extra 50 gold pounds for nothing is indeed a good development.
He had already decided to go to the Brave Bar in a few days when the news was less tense, and he would pay for the drink back anyway.
Leonard, who had completed his mission, went to the room to rest, accompanied by Klein.
On the way, Klein gave Leonard a brief introduction to last night's results.
Just their Eastern District Nighthawks team, in conjunction with a Mandated Punisher team, surrounded and killed five
Among them, there is a Sequence 6 Extraordinary Person.
The results of the ambush at the Plaza de Cervilas on the other side were even more astonishing.
After surrounding and killing two Sequence 5s, one Sequence 4 demigod was almost left behind, which completely shocked the Extraordinaries lurking in the secret.
As for the identities of the two Sequence 5 extraordinary powerhouses, the church has not chosen to disclose them.
According to a member of the Red Gloves team, one of them may be from the Fosac Empire, and the other is a member of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom.
Leonard listened silently and said with emotion: "A Sequence 4 demigod actually came out to target me. Fortunately, I ran fast enough, otherwise it would have been terrible."
"You still have to be careful next time. There must be more than just those people spying last night. For example, the Aurora Society, which is always known for its boldness, has not sent anyone to take action yet." Klein reminded.
"It's strange that they are so tolerant this time. It's really rare."
Leonard also found it strange that in his impression, the Aurora Society belonged to the kind of terrorist organization that feared neither heaven nor earth.
They should also be looking for the followers of the stars, but why is there no movement at all?
Do they already have the wisdom to see through the trap?
That's really scary.
After sending Leonard back to the room, Klein left first. This time he came to St. Samuel's Church for business reasons and did not have much time to reminisce about old times.
Leonard went back home and lay on the bed, ready to have a good sleep, when he was disturbed by a voice deep inside his heart.
"There was something unusual about the man you were talking to last night."
"You mean Mr. Hastur? Does he have any special identity?" Leonard's sleepiness was driven away a lot.
"It's not clear, I can't see through him. But it's just because I can't see through him that there might be something wrong with him."
"Old man, even you can't see through this?"
"I'm just a little skeptical."
"What do you suspect?"
"Could that person be the one favored by the night? The person I can't see through, apart from having a higher status than me, only has the secret of the night."
Leonard's sleepiness disappeared and he became energetic and asked curiously: "Old man, how powerful were you in your lifetime?"
"In life? Brat, I'm not dead yet!"
"Ahem, it was a slip of the tongue."