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Hastur briefly elaborated on his plan. In fact, there is a simpler way, which is to use a curse to amplify the probability of George III's promotion failure.
With the authority of the Palace of Stars and Will, the mercury snake, if Ouroleus is also brought into his camp.
The power of fate alone was enough to reduce George III's chances of promotion to an extremely low level.
But after all, it’s not that safe. It’s safer to destroy His tomb.
By the way, let Bernadette play a role.
"Can you find out the time of George III's promotion and the location of his mausoleum?" Bernadette had already approved the plan, but she was still a little worried.
"The day when he speaks to the whole kingdom is the day of his promotion. As for the location of the tombs, I do know a few of them."
"Why do you know so many secrets?"
"The stars are always guiding me forward."
Hastur said, looking up at the ceiling. Bernadette didn't question anything and agreed to Hastur's plan.
The brief exchange between the two made Xio and Forsi dumbfounded.
Is it that easy?
The opponent is the King of the Loen Kingdom who wants to be promoted to the Sequence 0 Black Emperor!
In just a few words, you arranged His ending?
But the conversation between Hastur and the Sage didn't seem like a joke to them.
In the end, I can only deeply doubt whether I am too incompetent?
After finishing the conversation about George III, Hastur looked at Xio and Forsi, who had dull eyes, "Do you think it's incredible?"
Xio and Forsi nodded together.
"In the extraordinary world, many things are like this. They seem very complicated, but in fact they can be explained clearly in just a few words."
"..." Xio and Forsi shook their heads at the same time.
No, they don’t know at all, and they don’t understand much about the nine tombs or the speech to the whole country...
Moreover, they really think they are stupid.
Can it be that simple to prevent George III from being promoted to Sequence 0 Black Emperor?
Looking at the entire extraordinary world, this is something that will explode, right?
"It is useless for you to explore too much."
With just a faint word, Bernadette extinguished all the little thoughts in Xio and Forsi's minds, and they did not dare to think deeply about this matter anymore.
Bernadette looked at Hastur again.
"When did you become a believer in the stars?"
Xio and Forsi are also interested in this question.
"I became a believer in the stars a little earlier than you all." Hastur didn't mind revealing a little information.
Bernadette's eyes narrowed slightly, "Then in the past few times we met, you were always pretending to be stupid with me?"
"Ahem, people's hearts are separated from each other. I always need to observe it for a while before I can feel at ease."
"Ha." Bernadette chuckled lightly, but did not continue to ask.
Xio and Forsi were very curious and pestered Hastur to ask many questions. Hastur didn't mind revealing a few simple questions to them. When it came to key issues, he would use the banner of stars.
"What kind of existence are the stars?" The person who asked this question was Xiu. She also held back for a long time before she dared to ask at this time.
Hastur smiled and did not answer. Bernadette looked up and saw the bright stars in the sky as if through the ceiling.
"The stars, He is the god who is watching everything."
Forsi asked in a low voice, "Are the stars looking at this right now?"
"What do you think?" Bernadette just gave her a thoughtful look.
Forsi trembled slightly, not daring to talk nonsense anymore.
"The stars have always protected every believer in Him. It is because of the existence of the stars that I was saved."
Hastur said this with emotion.
Forsi also resonated, "My misfortune also changed after meeting the stars, and He also saved me."
Xiu also wanted to say something, but she didn't know what she should say at the moment, so she could only sit silently.
The atmosphere seemed to fall silent all of a sudden. Bernadette glanced at them and said, "Have a good rest tonight." It dissipated like a handful of bubbles.
Xio and Forsi had a look of relief on their faces, and saw Hastur looking at them with a smile.
"We're just not used to talking to the Sage at such close range."
"Yes, the sage looks more like a queen, with an indescribable nobility and elegance all over her body."
Xio and Forsi each explained. If it weren't for the fear of blaspheming the sage, Forsi would have wanted to use her imagination and say, "The sage seems to be a princess on the run."
Chapter 362 Klein returns to Backlund
At the Backlund steam train station, as the steam train whistle sounded, another steam train from South Wales pulled into the station.
As the door opened, passengers who had been waiting for a long time on the steam train scrambled to get out of the carriage, and Klein was one of them.
After setting foot on the land of Backlund again, his face showed the same dazed and excited expression of returning to his hometown as the other passengers.
In order not to be discovered by Backlund's acquaintances, Klein has used the extraordinary ability of the faceless man to give himself a new identity and appearance.
He was a tall and thin man, with a slightly sickly pale face, and a thin body, as if a strong wind could blow him away.
His new identity is that of a sick young man who returned to Backlund from the sea to recuperate.
This is to differentiate himself from Gehrman on the sea.
After leaving the station, Klein naturally stopped a carriage at the station entrance and spent 1 sole and 2 pence to go to the south area of the bridge.
The price was a bit expensive, but Klein was not short of money now, and although the other party treated him as a foreigner, they didn't kill him too hard, so he didn't bargain.
He opened the curtain, holding a golden pocket watch in his right hand and caressing it gently, looking at the streets passing by outside the car window, feeling inexplicably heavy and depressed.
If he hadn't pretended to be dead and changed his identity, he could now go home openly and reunite with Benson and Melissa, and even ask Leonard out for a drink and chat.
But there weren't so many ifs. When he decided to fake his death, he had already anticipated that he would be walking alone in the rest of his life.
"I have to go back and take a look. If I don't see them in person, I feel relieved."
Klein sighed inwardly and decided to rent a house on a street not far from the house he originally rented.
He did not choose a long-term lease, but a monthly short-term lease, for which he paid a little extra rent.
By the time I was cleaning my new house ready for move-in, it was already completely dark.
Of course, it was impossible for Klein to cook at home alone. He went out and ate at a restaurant on the street below the house he originally rented.
He was sitting along the street. From here, he could see the lights of his original house when he raised his head.
As it gets darker, the lights in other houses gradually brighten.
The lights in the house where Benson and Melissa lived only came on briefly, then fell into complete darkness again.
Klein ate the tasteless food and wondered who would wash the dishes at home tonight.
It should be Benson. Melissa always comes back later because of her classes. Now that he is not at home, Benson will definitely love Melissa, her only relative, even more.
He would definitely say this: "Your time should be spent on studying. Learn more knowledge so that you don't become a curly baboon."
If Melissa tried to protest, Benson would send her back into the room to tinker with her favorite mechanical items.
As Klein thought about it, a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
He did not choose to meet Benson and Melissa. Tomorrow, he would come here to hang out under the pretext of taking an early morning walk.
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Benson has been admitted to the civil service and has fixed working hours, and the same goes for Melissa, except on weekends when she doesn't have to go to school or work.
At night, around nine o'clock.
Klein came to the Brave Bar that Leonard had always liked to go to, ordered a glass of Southwell beer, sat in the corner and drank slowly.
Sure enough, Leonard walked in from the door around ten o'clock.
He was obviously a regular customer here, and as soon as the waiter saw him, he was very enthusiastic to serve him.
Leonard ordered three cocktails in one go, sat in front of the more conspicuous bar, and drank silently alone.
After not seeing each other for a while, Leonard looked a little thinner, his beard began to become unkempt, and his brows were always furrowed.
This kind of image is not like the poet Leonard in the past. In the past, he cared most about his external image and even had to comb his hair neatly.
Leonard now really looks like a frustrated poet.
Perhaps sensing Klein's prying eyes, Leonard glanced in this direction, but quickly turned his gaze away and took a long sip of wine.
Klein withdrew his gaze, preparing to finish the glass of Southwell beer and leave. He came here just thinking about whether he could see Leonard.
But before he left, another acquaintance walked in at the door of the Brave Bar, Earl Hastur Campbell.
He did not stay in South Wales and returned to Backlund.
Klein patiently sat in his seat again, occasionally glancing at the figures of Leonard and Hastur chatting happily.
It seems that Leonard is not lonely alone, which is good.
Klein smiled, stood up and wanted to leave.
But he saw Hastur and Leonard walking towards his position with a glass of wine each.
Did they see through their identities?
Probably not. If Leonard knew about it, he would definitely rush over.
"Sir, would you mind sharing a table?" The speaker was Hasta. Before Klein could say anything, he waved to the waiter to bring a few more glasses of wine.
Klein glanced around and saw that the other tables were indeed full.
He smiled and said, "Of course you can, I'm just thinking about going back."