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"I can't help you make a choice, you can only rely on yourself." Hasta said he was helpless.
The wandering prodigal son chose to stop wandering because of true love. This sounds like a very interesting story.
It's a pity that there is no true love in this, only Leonard's wishful thinking.
"It's so painful."
Leonard drank another large glass of beer.
In this regard, Hastur just drank quietly.
It hurts now, but what about later?
Wouldn't it be better to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself?
Although it was a bit immoral, Hastur really wanted to see how Leonard would react when he knew that the woman he liked turned out to be a witch, and she was also an ageless witch.
The old man in Leonard's body should also be looking forward to this day.
Of course, this is also a rare growth experience.
Hasta believes that he should not affect Leonard's growth, but should just be a silent member of the public.
"Hasta, if it were you, what choice would you make?" Leonard looked at Hastur with hope.
Hastur took a sip of wine, and then said seriously: "Leonard, no matter what advice I give you, you will regret it in the future."
"why?"
“Because it’s a choice you make under the influence of others, not entirely based on your own will.
You are a smart person and you should know that there are some things that can only be decided by yourself, which others will never
It cannot be done for you.”
Leonard fell into silence, and finally drank a large glass of beer, staring blankly at the entire row of wine walls in front of the bar.
"Another cup of golden wheat wave."
Hasta ordered another cocktail. The wine tasted a bit sour and sweet, saying that it had a lot of orange juice mixed into it.
Sweet and sour, is this what it feels like to be in love?
Hastur glanced at Leonard, then looked at the row of wine walls, and selected a dark wine.
Black Abyss, this name is very good.
He originally wanted to order a drink for Leonard, who was drinking heavily, but he didn't want to make it too obvious, lest Leonard's grandfather realize that he was not simple.
……
Around twelve o'clock, Hastur watched Leonard, who was a little drunk, get into the carriage and leave, and he was about to stop a carriage and go back.
But after waiting for half an hour, there was no second carriage on the street.
This situation is not common. Hastur has come to the Brave Bar many times. After waiting for about ten minutes, a carriage will pass by the door.
Hastur waited patiently for another half an hour, but still no carriage passed by, which was a bit abnormal.
He did not choose to continue waiting, but returned to the Brave Bar and asked the old man Caspars to help him arrange a vehicle.
Kaspars told him not to worry and said he would arrange a vehicle for him soon.
With nothing to do, Hastur tried to order a glass of Black Abyss, but he frowned as soon as he took the first sip. It was so bitter.
It's simply more bitter than unsweetened black coffee, and it almost makes your tongue numb.
"Only a true brave can drink this wine." Kaspars saw this scene, his tone was brisk, and a smile crept onto his face.
"Have a cup of sweet iced tea."
"This is a bar, not a drink shop."
"Tsk, we don't even have drinks like sweet ice tea. How can we meet the diverse needs of our guests? Who said you have to drink alcohol when you come to a bar?"
After chatting with Caspars for a few words, Hastur replaced it with a glass of ice water.
After waiting for another ten minutes, there was still no carriage, but a familiar figure walked towards the door of the bar.
It’s the immortal witch who has returned, Seraphina!
Hasta resisted the urge to swear, pretending he didn't see her, and continued to taste the ice water.
It was indeed an abyss of despair. I had just taken a taste of it and encountered such a desperate thing.
This ageless witch obviously came for him. She sent away the drinkers who wanted to strike up a conversation and went straight to the seat next to Hastur and sat down.
"Just now, I made a mistake."
Her tone was no longer as childish and crisp as before, but full of lazy, condescending queenly temperament.
"It's late at night and it's not good to be alone outside."
Since he couldn't escape, Hastur had no scruples.
Since Will promised himself, he would naturally keep an eye on the whereabouts of this immortal witch.
It is estimated that he committed a crime of bad taste, and deliberately did not use fate to lure away the old witch, so that he could meet her tonight.
"It's really not safe. Are you willing to take me home?"
"Do I have a chance to say no?"
"Why do you want this opportunity? What are you afraid of?"
"I don't want my friends to misunderstand."
"Then you should send me home to avoid any accidents."
Serafina's eyes fell on Hasta's face, and she couldn't help but sigh: "He is indeed born with a good skin."
"Thank you for the compliment, let's go, I'll take you home."
Hastur has no choice. It is estimated that there will be no carriage passing here tonight, which is also the method of the immortal witch.
She was probably just waiting for her to walk home and create an unexpected encounter, but unfortunately she didn't give her such a chance.
Hastur stood up and walked out of the bar. Serafina followed behind him with graceful steps.
Happy Dragon Boat Festival to all my readers.
Chapter 185 I Want to Take a Look at the Witch Card
The night was deep, and the crimson moon had disappeared, perhaps hidden by black clouds.
On the street, the vaguely lit street lights emitted a dim light. There were very few people walking around, but there were many homeless people hiding on the corners to avoid the cold night wind.
Just at the intersection of a long and narrow alley, under a street lamp, there were four homeless people wrapped in a dirty quilt, lying next to each other.
Seeing Hastur and Serafina approaching, they just glanced at them blankly, then turned slightly sideways and continued to sleep soundly.
The last time Hastur saw so many homeless people was the last time.
We didn’t see much of them during the day, but at night they appeared from every corner, perhaps because there were police patrols during the day.
Backlund, the City of Hope, is really a bit ironic.
Hastur just looked at everything around him and did not speak. Instead, he let Serafina lead the way.
The other party didn't speak, and he had no desire to speak.
As for where he was going, he wasn't too worried.
In such a matter of life and death, he still believed in Will.
After walking for a while, Serafina saw that Hastur was very patient and finally spoke, "Baron Hastur Campbell, last time your men hurt my people, shouldn't you give me an explanation? "
"That crazy woman came to assassinate me in the middle of the night. If she's alive, it's because I gave you face."
Hastur's voice was cold and confident.
"You seem to know who I am?"
"I can smell the stench of your witch sect from a long distance away. Do you really think you are hiding it well?"
"Haha, you have a strong tone, do you have anything to rely on?"
"This is Backlund, the place where the gods are watching. Even if you get here, you still need to keep your tail between your legs."
Serafina did not answer, but instead said: "The aura on your body is very strange and difficult to figure out. There are very few people in this world who can make me feel like this."
"Oh, that's because you are too ignorant."
"You are always provoking me, do you really think I won't kill you?"
"Of course you have the ability to kill me, but someone can also kill your two daughters."
"I don't have much affection for them."
"If you hadn't shown up in time that night, I might have believed what you said."
Serafina stopped, turned around and looked at Hastur, with a playful look on her face: "I haven't been threatened by anyone for a long time. You really shouldn't threaten a witch who has little family ties."
When she was about to take action, an inexplicable panic surged into her heart, her body froze in place, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead.
She understands that once she wants to kill herself, the first person to die will be herself!
There is a being of a higher order watching here and protecting the young noble in front of him.
The existence that can make her feel this way is at least a Sequence 2 angel, or even higher, a Sequence 1 terrifying existence!
Sequence 1, the first echelon of strong men under the True God.
In their entire witch sect, except for the original one they believe in, the most powerful witch is only Sequence 2.
When Hastur saw her like this, he knew that Will was already
Staring at her secretly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he said sarcastically: "I haven't been threatened for a long time. You really shouldn't threaten a young and promising noble in Backlund."
"..."
Serafina was silent for a while, and finally gave up all her murderous intentions and chose to compromise.
She was able to rescue her daughter at a critical moment, so the other party must also be able to rescue Baron Hastur Campbell in front of her.
What she just couldn't figure out was how could a powerful being of at least Sequence 2 deign to protect a young noble?