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Azshara lowered her head and raised her head high. Sometimes it is worth paying a little price for delicious food.
In this regard, Hastur thought of the orcs in Warcraft.
Orcs will never be slaves unless they have food and shelter.
Azshara's situation should be like this: Cat people will never bow their heads unless they are presented with dried fish.
……
In a relatively secluded royal estate in Queens, there was a closed room with dim lights and only two figures standing face to face.
Mr. A said slowly: "Don't you understand? We, Jiguang, will not participate in your operation this time."
"This is what we agreed on before. I want to know why you suddenly went back on it."
Standing opposite Mr. A is Panatia, known as the Nightingale of Despair from the Witch Sect.
"We in the Aurora Society do not need to explain to you the reasons for our actions. In short, whether you are willing or unwilling to cancel the previous plan, we, the Aurora Society, will not be involved in this matter."
Even when facing the Sequence 4 Desperate Witch, Mr. A's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he didn't care at all about the other party's demigod status.
Panatia sneered and said, "Oh, you, Mr. A, can't decide this matter, right?"
Mr. A just looked at him with pity, as if looking at a clown, and waved his hand: "I have already said what I need to say, and I have no interest in wasting time here with you."
"Is this an oracle from your Lord?"
Panatia seemed to have thought of something and her face changed slightly, but Mr. A didn't give her an answer at all. He opened the window and turned into a gust of wind and flew away from the window.
"Could it really be the latest oracle from the true Creator?"
Panatia was a little unsure. Mr. A's attitude just now was worth her thoughts.
"Forget it, let's leave this matter to the Lady White Saint to decide."
Panadia walked out of the room and went to the second floor of the manor, a room at the end of the corridor on the right.
In the room, sitting in front of the dressing table by the window, was a girl who looked innocent, cute, gentle and sweet.
She has smooth black hair, a round face, and slender eyes. Her facial features are not very outstanding, but when combined, they give people a very comfortable and reassuring feeling.
Panatia glanced at the ring on the girl's finger and said with a smile: "Triss, you were very good today. You didn't even run away while I was chatting with others."
The girl named Triss didn't speak, she just looked at the increasingly unfamiliar face in the mirror.
Obviously that person was herself, but she just felt strange, as if it was another person with the same appearance as herself.
Chapter 225 Djinn: The stars are closer to here
"No need to doubt, that's you, a brand new you, a you full of infinite charm."
Panadia walked behind the girl, picked up the comb on the dressing table, and began to comb the girl's somewhat scattered hair.
When I reach out and touch it, my hair is silky smooth. I only need to gently tidy it up, and my black hair will return to its neat and smooth shape.
"She is not me, she is the me that you expect, not the me that I want to be."
The girl clenched her fists and spoke in a sharp and angry tone.
"It's all the same. You don't need to reject it, just learn to accept it silently. Many things in this world don't revolve around you alone. Learning to accept it will always make you happier than resisting."
"Haha, do you think I will believe you?"
"Then do you think I care about your trust?"
"..."
The girl stopped talking, but there was a bit of sadness in her eyebrows.
Panatia leaned down, rested her chin on the girl's right shoulder, took a gentle sniff of the fragrance in her hair, and then said slowly: "You said before that you wanted to make friends, Mrs. Germani and her sister, please wait. I'll come visit you soon, you can talk to them, and they'll let you know how to be a good witch."
Half an hour later, the girl met Mrs. Germani and her sister as she wished.
Compared to her confident and arrogant sister, the girl was more willing to chat with Mrs. Gemani, who was still a little bit reluctant to let go.
"How do you think you can be a good witch?"
This topic was raised by Panadia who was standing by.
Moraka sneered: "This is really a good question. Not only should we answer it, but you should also think about this question. Who made the path of the witch full of so much pain!"
Panatya looked normal and said calmly: "We are all children of the original, so naturally we have to be close to the original."
"That's the kind of rhetoric again, it makes no sense at all!"
Moraka was very disdainful of this and had no idea of answering this question.
"The reason I wanted to become a witch was just to please one person."
The girl was greatly shocked by Gemani's words. She asked with some expectation: "Can a witch really fall in love with someone?"
"Of course, we are women first, and then witches. Since we are not born witches, we naturally have the right to like and hate like ordinary women."
"You think very differently."
"Have it?"
"Of course, look at the two of them. They clearly sneer at what you said, but they can't help but want to hear something interesting from you."
Gemani just smiled and said: "I don't think liking someone is something worthy of being laughed at."
"So you are different from them."
The girl asked Panatya and Moraka to leave, and she was alone in a room with Mrs. Germani.
"Can you satisfy my curiosity?"
"I never wanted to hide this."
Gemani told the girl how she became a witch.
"Baron Hastur Campbell?"
"Well, he's a very different person."
Mrs. Germani had a complicated look on her face, and said with some reminiscence:
"At the beginning, I couldn't tell exactly when I fell in love with him. Maybe I fell for him without realizing it."
"It may also be due to the desire to conquer and rebellious psychology caused by frequent rejections."
"Later, I gradually figured out that I don't need to think clearly about these issues, as long as I know that I really like him in my heart."
The girl listened silently to Mrs. Gemani's story, and then sighed: "It's a pity that you are like this. Since he doesn't want to see you, let me help you make an appointment with him. I believe he can't refuse the power of a prince."
"No, he'll refuse."
"Then I want to see it even more."
Lady Germany did not speak. She had great confidence in Baron Hastur Campbell.
……
"An invitation to dinner from Prince Edsac?"
Hastur was enjoying life at home when Butler Neil suddenly sent him an invitation.
Hastur did not want to get close to this Prince Edsac at all.
This is the man who fell in love with Triss Chick, and is the center point of recent big events.
Hastur has no interest in getting involved in his love affair with a witch, so let them work it out on their own.
"I don't have time recently, so help me push this invitation."
Hastur directly asked Butler Neil to handle it, and he didn't even want to write a reply.
It's better to stay away and save yourself the trouble.
He still needs to pay attention to another thing now, but he doesn't want to waste his time on other things.
The day when the Twilight Hermits assassinated Duke Negan was not far away. As the butterfly effect unfolded, Hastur was not sure when the Twilight Hermits would take action.
He was thinking of a better reason to tell Greco and remind Duke Negan to be prepared.
After much deliberation, it was more appropriate to put the blame on Zillinges' accomplices.
Thinking of a good reason, Hastur went to meet with Greco that night, and vaguely mentioned that the remnants of Hurricane Lieutenant General Qilingos might assassinate Duke Negan again.
Greg looked solemn and said that he would be responsible for handling this matter.
At the same time, he also told Hastur an inside message that Earl Hall and Duke Negan had jointly recommended him to the King to go to South Wales to assist the Archduke of South Wales in guarding the coastal defense line.
What the king means is that he can first restore himself to the hereditary title of Earl Campbell, and then send himself to South Wales.
Hastur was not too surprised by this news, and he had already made various preparations to go to South Wales.
Back home, Butler Neil brought another letter, saying that Prince Edsac was very angry at him for not attending the banquet.
Hastur took the letter and looked at it. There was only one meaning in the whole letter: I am very kind to give you another chance. If you don't come to the banquet on Sunday, the consequences will be serious.
"Wait until Sunday morning and then help me refuse the invitation of Prince Edsac."
"……That's not good?"
Butler Neal looked embarrassed. No matter what, he was still a prince and a real member of the royal family. It was really unreasonable to refuse him twice in a row.
"Just say that I had a date with Greg that night."
Butler Neil had no choice but to follow Hastur's instructions.
Act according to intention.
Arriving on the second floor, Hastur teased Azshara for a while with the dried fish, then took a bath and lay on the bed to fall asleep.
In the Hall of Stars, Hastur sat at the top, looking at the stars that were not far above his head.
It has been more than two months since the last gathering of stars, and today is a day specially chosen by Hastur.
December 12st, and will be held every two months thereafter, exactly six times a year.
This makes it easier to remember, otherwise sometimes he would really forget the specific time.
After thinking for a while, Hastur summoned the Mother Tree of Desire, Super Star Master, and Djinn.
As for the newly-appeared Ring of Fate and the alien god who was suspected of being the original hunger, he wanted to observe it for a while for the time being.