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Sun, purifier among the stars.
The ability to purify pollution is indeed outstanding, and I don’t know if it can also work on Mr. Door.
Unfortunately, the star where the Fallen Mother Goddess resides has been completely covered by darkness, making it impossible to detect the specific status of Mr. Men.
But this does not mean that he has no test subjects. Russell is also a good experimental subject.
Hastur's eyes fell on the star of the fallen mother goddess, and he did not take revenge immediately. He had other business to do tonight.
Wait until he is promoted to Sequence 5 Chaos Instructor before trying again.
He will only make simple attempts. As for purifying Mr. Men and Russell from the hands of the Fallen Mother Goddess head-on, even with the help of the Hall of Stars, he will have to wait until the Sequence 2 Angels have the slightest chance.
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Royal estate.
When Hastur came out of the bathroom, the dance was over.
Seeing him appear, Greco left a young lady chatting and walked up to him and asked him if he was feeling unwell.
Hastur could only pass it off by saying that he was used to the rough food of South Wales and that he ate too much of Backlund's exquisite food after returning, causing gastrointestinal discomfort.
Greg didn't think much and just asked himself to take good care of his body.
As the ball ended, the eldest prince, Winton, who was responsible for hosting the dinner, stepped onto the stage and began to give a decent and complicated speech.
Halfway through, he looked at Hastur and introduced enthusiastically: "Let me introduce to you a young and promising nobleman, Earl Hastur Campbell."
"He went to South Wales to handle coastal defense affairs at a young age. During his tenure, he cooperated with the Church of Storms many times to eliminate pirate groups that were plundering everywhere."
"Hang those damn pirates on the gallows one by one, and wipe away the sluggish atmosphere of the navy during this period."
Hastur walked onto the high platform amidst loud applause. On such an occasion, he did not need to say anything touching, he just needed to praise the king and the Kingdom of Loen.
When he was speaking on the high platform, he was keenly aware that someone was watching him.
He calmly glanced around the dignitaries present, and finally landed on an old man standing by the guardrail on the second floor.
Hastur recognized this man.
Drink Augustus, the former Archduke of South Wales, did not expect that he would also come to tonight's banquet. Is this coming specifically for him?
There was deep hostility hidden in the seemingly casual gaze.
Hastur's gaze just swept across it without stopping deliberately.
After finishing his speech, Hastur came to the edge of the garden alone.
On one side, there are nobles chatting elegantly under the bright lights, and on the other side, there are temporary lovers in twos and threes rubbing hands in the secluded trees.
At the border between order and chaos, Hastur took out the chaos mentor potion that he had prepared from his jacket pocket and swallowed it in one go.
Chapter 338 Night of Chaos
After the viscous and slippery liquid entered the body along the mouth, it gradually became overwhelming.
The internal organs also began to become disordered and torn, and the skin under the fine fabric began to develop fleshy bumps, which were itchy and numb, and tentacles seemed to grow out of them.
The originally clear sense of reason gradually began to fall into chaos, and all kinds of messy thoughts were flying around in his mind.
But no matter what changes occurred in his body, Hastur still stood upright with an expressionless face, while trying his best to suppress the various changes in his body.
On one side is the cold rules and order, on the other side is the lively and extreme chaos. Reason and chaos are constantly colliding and tearing, as if they are tearing his body in half.
In such a torn and entangled situation, he seemed to see chains of black rules extending vertically to the sky from every place in Backlund, eventually converging into a large mountain of rules, steadily pressing on everyone's heads.
The hard and cold chain of rules is difficult to shake, but there is a lingering shadow surrounding each chain of rules.
Especially right below the regular mountain, the light of the crimson moon at the top is reflected, forming a shadow of order on the earth.
No matter how strict the rules are and how consistent they are, wherever rules are born, there will inevitably be a shadow of order.
As the vision deepened, he saw an individual under the chain of rules, perhaps no longer able to call them human beings.
Those are twisted lines, and they are being alienated, or should be said to be domesticated, by the so-called rules.
Obeying the law is itself a process of domestication.
Just like the turkeys on the farm, the farmer only provides a delicious meal at twelve noon and five o'clock in the evening every day.
At first, the turkeys thought about foraging on their own, but as they got used to having two meals of feed a day, every time it was time to eat, they would run from various places to the feeding point.
Those turkeys that stubbornly insist on themselves can only starve or be beaten. After this behavior continues a few times, when it comes time to feed food, they will obediently follow other turkeys to the feeding point and start to grab it. food.
If there is a scientist in the turkey who is good at summarizing, he can summarize a set of rules applicable to the turkey group based on daily life experience.
This is another story.
When chaos and reason were slightly balanced, Hastur braced himself, left the dinner, got on the carriage and left.
The carriage slowly moved forward along the street. Hastur opened the windows on both sides. The cool breeze blew on his face, which slightly weakened the chaos in his mind, and his reason temporarily prevailed.
In the mysterious world, chaos is the permanent resident, and reason is only a temporary visitor.
So after taking the magic potion and being promoted, he must hurry up and return to South Wales.
In that country where he has only one voice, his chaos will not be noticed by others.
If he continues to stay in Backlund, his abnormal behavior that occasionally falls into chaos will definitely be noticed by others, especially the Loen royal family.
So before taking the chaos mentor potion tonight, he had already made some preparations.
He has already asked someone to buy the tickets to leave Backlund tomorrow afternoon.
The train ticket only required him to stay sane for half a day, and he wouldn't have many worries.
As for King George III, he had already taken care of it and there was no need to report anything more when he left.
He also took the time to visit Gray Linte, Greco, Professor Wayne and others, leaving only Miss Audrey who he had yet to see.
I can just visit her tomorrow morning and meet Susie by the way to see how she is doing in her studies during this time.
As for the matter of dealing with the Abraham family and the followers of the Stars, leave it to Bernadette. She alone is worthy of the entire Abraham family today.
While Hastur was thinking, his reason was swallowed up by chaos again, and his eyes were blurred, at a loss and at a loss.
Back home, Butler Neil asked the maid to bring the sweet soup for sobering up. Hasta took a sip and frowned slightly: "Sweet? Is this what sobering soup should taste like?"
"Don't you like sweet food? You even asked the chef to develop this sobering sweet soup."
“I like the spicy hangover soup, so I’ll remember it next time.”
"..."
The maid looked at Hasta's back upstairs in confusion. Spicy hangover soup?
Do you want to put chili pepper segments into the hangover soup?
But wouldn't it taste weird?
Perhaps his lordship's eating habits have changed due to his life in South Wales.
She didn't understand but was shocked. She turned around and headed to the kitchen to convey the latest instructions from the Earl to the chefs.
In the bathroom, Hastur habitually took a bath before going to bed, but he brushed his teeth. After brushing his teeth, he shouted toward the door: "Send some breakfast."
breakfast?
Shouldn't it be time for midnight snack?
The two maids guarding the door looked at each other and interpreted this sentence as using breakfast food as a midnight snack.
After finishing a breakfast in the bathroom, Hasta remembered to take a bath.
After taking a bath and going back to the room to rest, Hastur could not fall asleep while lying on the warm quilt.
There were all kinds of voices in his mind all the time, some urging him to sleep, some calling him to get up and get high, some wanting him to go out and become a thief at night, and another telling him to secretly go to Earl Hall. Home knocks on Miss Audrey's window.
How could he do such a disrespectful and embarrassing behavior?
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Earl Hall's house.
Audrey did not attend the royal dinner tonight because she had declined the dinner a few days ago. She could only listen to her eldest brother briefly describe what happened at the dinner tonight.
It was past ten o'clock at night when she returned to her room after taking a bath. She stretched out, lay on her side on the bed, and told Susie not to stay up late reading.
"Audrey, don't you think that in the dead of night, it's best to quietly communicate with books?"
"I don't think that night is the time for sleeping, and daytime is the time for hard work. This is why the day is divided into night and day. Well, this is the intention of the Creator."
Audrey firmly opposed Susie's secret involution at night.
"Oh."
Susie couldn't resist Audrey, so she could only close the book, lie down in her doghouse and close her eyes to rest.
Satisfied, Audrey turned off the lights in the room, leaned on the soft pillow, and fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard a rhythmic sound coming from the window.
Knocking sound.
Boom, boom, boom.
Susie, who wasn't very sleepy, woke up immediately. She crawled out of the kennel, her tail raised, her eyes widened, and she stared at the window as if facing a formidable enemy.
In addition to the sound of knocking on the window, a black figure could be vaguely seen hanging outside the window.
Like a giant humanoid bat?
Susie quickly ran to Audrey's bedside and barked loudly twice, causing Audrey to wake up with her sleepy eyes open.
"Susie, is it daylight yet?"
Audrey rubbed her eyes in confusion.
"Audrey, something is tapping on the window!" Susie tried to lower her voice for fear of disturbing the unknown creatures outside.
"??!"
Susie said this several times before Audrey suddenly woke up and subconsciously looked towards the window.
There was indeed a black figure that looked like a human being, and that figure was still tapping on the window rhythmically.