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Gao Wei looked down and said nothing.
"You have been lingering on the sea. What are you planning?" The person who asked the question was the Super Star Master.
"Since it's a calculation, how could I tell you? It's so stupid. Even those curly-haired baboons know to put on a smiling face when asking for food." Gao Wei looked down and replied disdainfully, and then looked towards The Mother Tree of Desire said: "If you don't want to lower your IQ, you'd better stay away from Him. Stupidity is contagious."
The Mother Tree of Desire glanced at the Djinn lightly, "You need to consider this issue more than I do."
"Yeah, well, it's a bit annoying."
Gao Wei looked down and sighed, showing that he was very tired.
"..."
The djinn, who was shot for no reason, almost couldn't bear it anymore, but when he saw Gao Wei looking down at him with amusement in his eyes, he deeply suppressed what he wanted to say.
This gives Hastur, who has been eating melon silently, a great sense of satisfaction.
It turns out that even the djinn has a moment of weakness. Tsk, this is really rare.
But speaking of it, the Djinn doesn't seem to deal with anyone very much, and even those he considers allies like to say a few words of harm to him.
Alas, the end of being unpopular.
……
In the sea, on board the Dawn, the genie of the lantern began to curse as soon as he returned to the wishing lantern. Sometimes he cursed the Mother Tree of Desire and the Super Star Master, and spent most of the time cursing the bastard Gao Dimensional Overlooker.
He definitely deliberately refused to let himself go, and took pleasure in appreciating his own downfall.
The more angry and furious He is, the more pleasure He gets.
So in the Hall of Stars, he had been resisting the urge to curse the high-dimensional overlooker, just because he didn't want him to see his incompetent and furious look.
The djinn lost his temper inside, and the wishing lamp kept flashing.
In the room, Bernadette, who had been ignoring the Djinn, said coldly: "If you don't stop, I will throw you into the deepest trench so that you will never have a chance to come out in your life!"
"Humph!"
A disdainful snort came from the wishing lamp, but the lamp finally stopped and the wishing lamp returned to normal.
"Did you feel stimulated by something?"
Bernadette was rarely curious about what happened to the Djinn. This was the first time she had seen the Djinn look so helpless and furious.
It should be related to the uncrowned king.
Bernadette thought for a while and decided to ask Qunxing to report the current situation and ask some questions.
Chapter 305 Dream Weaving
late at night.
When the stars were shining brightly, Hastur, who was descending on the star container and experiencing the feeling of an angel on earth, received a call from Bernadette.
This forced him to temporarily return to the Hall of Stars and give up his wandering tonight.
In the Hall of Stars, Hastur looked through the starry sky world and saw Bernadette who was staying alone in the room.
He didn't speak, just stared at Bernadette quietly.
"Stars, I need a guide, can you show me the way?"
After hearing Bernadette's words, Hasta knew that she was going to ask about Russell again.
And he will never let Bernadette find Russell now, the fallen mother goddess has been waiting for him.
"You can get the right guidance at the right time." Hastur directly poured cold water on Bernadette.
Bernadette looked stunned, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Is there anything else that the stars can't do?"
Gee, this sentence is really lethal.
Hastur sighed secretly and said calmly: "Your urgency will only accelerate his death."
"Is it really?"
Bernadette's eyes were dull and no longer as bright as before.
For her now, finding the original truth and saving her father is the meaning of moving forward.
Hastur chuckled, "A Sequence 2, your heart is too big."
"..."
Bernadette was silent. She knew that her father's predicament involved gods, but she just couldn't wait quietly.
She was already at Sequence 2, and it would be extremely difficult to go further. She might never get this chance in her lifetime.
Before Bernadette could say anything else, Hasta cut off the contact.
It seemed that he needed to find something for Bernadette to do. Her performance tonight clearly showed that she had been free recently.
After thinking for a while, Hasta felt that he still had to put his hope in the Mother Tree of Desire and the Super Star Master.
When they make a big fuss in Intis, they can send Bernadette to do some serious work, so that she won't have to sit around all day.
Thinking of this, Hasta looked at the largest light spot next to the star of the Mother Tree of Desire. The god Si'a was instructing some people to build something that seemed to be an altar, probably because he wanted to inherit the divine power of the Mother Tree of Desire.
As for the Super Star Lord’s broken balls, he is currently repairing the cracks and trying his best to make them whole.
With the state of this egg, if it encounters a divine descendant again in a short period of time, it will probably be beaten to the point where the egg white is separated.
After observing for a while, Hastur left the Hall of Stars.
……
The next day, afternoon.
Alfred Hall came punctually and brought many special gifts from the Southern Continent.
Hastur still welcomed such hospitality. Even Azshara leaned over the pile of gifts and smelled them, as if she smelled the fishy smell of the sea coming from across the ocean.
"You are younger and more promising than I thought. When I was your age, I was always at odds with the eldest brother in the family, making the kid lose his temper."
Alfred Hall's eyes made no secret of his admiration for Hastur, as if he saw the shadow of his youth through Hastur.
Hastur also politely praised: "You are also younger than Audrey.
The man introduced in my sister's letter came with a gentlemanly demeanor. "
"Gentlemanly manners... In Audrey's eyes, I am still the same as before I left Backlund." Alfred Hall raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then sighed: "The Southern Continent does not pay attention to our Loen gentlemen. His demeanor is barbaric and vulgar, and he doesn’t like to drink afternoon tea. In the evening, he likes to dance around the bonfire with his heart open, like a primitive man who has one foot in the civilized world.”
Alfred, you are so prejudiced.
Miss Sharon is also from the Southern Continent, and her elegance is not inferior to that of Miss Audrey. This proves that the upper-level ruling class of the Southern Continent still maintains a certain degree of elegance and respectability.
Hastur did not refute, but quietly listened to Alfred's various descriptions of the Southern Continent, and occasionally asked questions about places he was interested in.
Alfred talked most of the time, and he was very talkative. Hastur seriously doubted that Alfred's career in the Southern Continent was that of a successful businessman.
After chatting for about half an hour, Alfred stood up to say goodbye and left. Before leaving, he invited Hastur to attend a dinner he held three days later.
There was no mention at all of his intention to stay in South Wales and make great achievements.
He did not talk about his personal matters during his first visit. This may be the unique reservedness of the Loen Kingdom.
"Meow."
Azshara jumped onto the right thigh of Hastur who had not yet stood up, raised her little paw and waved it twice, then stared directly at the gift Alfred sent today.
"He actually sent dried fish from the Southern Continent. He was really thoughtful."
Hastur immediately guessed the little thoughts of Azshara's greedy cat. He stretched out his arms to hold it, walked to the table full of gifts, and asked the maid to take the box of dried fish that Azshara was interested in. come out.
Perhaps because she thought the maid was too slow to open the package, Azshara jumped directly onto the table, raised her little paws and tore it apart, then quickly held a fragrant dried fish in her arms and ate it.
Hastur shook his head and smiled: "Azshara, you must learn to control your eating habits and be elegant."
Azshara held the small dried fish in her paws, licking it slowly for a while, then glanced at Hastur with disgust, and then resumed her original eating posture.
……
"We have made no progress at all in the recent period. We can't even enter Hastur Campbell's castle. If this continues, we won't be able to explain to the church."
In a room on the second floor of a hotel, four members of the Red Glove Team were discussing the next investigation.
A long time has passed since Ms. Illya took Leonard to the sea, but their investigation has made no progress at all.
According to their original plan, they went directly to the castle to visit, but every time they could not successfully enter the castle and see Hastur.
"There is nothing we can do about it. We have tried our best."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became silent again.
Yes, they thought they had worked very hard. They worked outside all day every day and came back to rest when they were exhausted. But when they were about to write to the church today to report the latest progress, they were shocked to find that they were so busy. I kept going back and forth, but there seemed to be no progress at all.
“Let’s first think about how
Why don't you write back to the church?" Someone spoke up to break the silence.
dong dong dong.
There was a knock on the door. The member closest to the door motioned for others to be quiet. He stepped forward and opened the door.
The person who came was an old man, wearing a shirt, vest, formal suit, a pair of round-rimmed glasses, and a silk top hat. The slightly exposed hair was completely white, but he looked energetic and energetic. Not losing to young people either.
"Old sir, what's the reason for your sudden knock on the door?"
The old man nodded and said, "I'm here to help you get out of the predicament you are in."
"Dilemma? Old sir, are you kidding me?"
"I'm serious about talking to you about these things."
"But we don't know each other. It's hard for us to believe what you said. It's getting late. You'd better go back and rest early."
In the face of doubts, the old man did not get angry and his tone remained calm, "Have you often encountered coincidences or accidental things recently? Have you been repeatedly doing investigations that seem busy but are actually of no use?"
"How do you know this!"
"I'm here just to help you solve this dilemma. You listen to me. If you want to get rid of it... here it is, so fast."
The old man raised his head slightly to look at the sky. Soon, his body exploded like a string of bubbles and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The members of the Red Gloves team in the room were mentally shocked and were about to do something when the world in front of them suddenly cracked and collapsed.