Following the Overseer's journey had consumed immense spiritual power, and he needed rest to recover.
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The next day.
When Hastur went downstairs for a meal, although Butler Neil behaved as usual, Hastur still noticed that his expression was somewhat unnatural.
It seemed last night's events had left a deep impression on him.
After breakfast, Hastur originally wanted to reward himself with a day of relaxation.
But then he recalled what Bernadette had said earlier, if he went out shopping again and happened to run into her, she would definitely latch onto him.
As for whether he would encounter her, Hastur's intuition told him: he would.
It was the mutual attraction of fate.
Even if both Hastur and Bernadette wanted to avoid each other, fate would bring them together again.
Unless Bernadette left Backlund, the pull of fate would weaken. As long as they weren't too close, they basically wouldn't meet again.
Hastur thought for a moment, it was better not to provoke Bernadette. She was idle right now, and if she set her sights on him, it would be troublesome.
As usual, Hastur first went to the Gordon Club to exercise in the morning.
Although he had already fully digested the Barbarian potion and the club was of less use to him, he had already paid the fees. If he just left the club like that, wouldn't it be too wasteful?
Better to take advantage of what enthusiasm he still had and go a few more times.
He also had lunch at the club, rested a bit, and then went to the law firm.
With Lecturer Fron's passion invested, the law firm's work had already gone onto the right track.
Lecturer Fron could now take some time off occasionally and even return to Backlund University to give lectures.
After inquiring about the current situation of the law firm, Hastur asked about Professor Wayne's condition.
During this period, Hastur hadn't gone to Backlund University; it had already been more than half a month since he last saw Professor Wayne.
"The teacher is busy writing a new book."
"What kind of book?"
"On how laws in the new era should be established."
Lecturer Fron then explained in detail.
With the recent abolishing of the Corn Laws, the nobility circle had been greatly shaken. Some nobles who only knew how to indulge in pleasure had already fallen to the point of selling estates to make a living.
Some wealthy merchants smelled the chance to rise as new nobles and spent heavily, buying up vast amounts of land to prepare themselves for becoming nobility.
Recently, the King had even discussed with Duke Negan, the Prime Minister, Earl Hall, and other powerful figures, planning to introduce a bill to allow the purchase of titles.
Lord, Baron, and Viscount could all be bought with clear prices.
As long as one could pay enough gold pounds, no matter what one's identity was, as long as one was a citizen of the Loen Kingdom, one could become a noble.
A newly risen noble.
It was even said the King was prepared to put several Earl titles up for sale at clear-cut prices.
But the price was generally in the millions of gold pounds, only the very top merchants had such wealth.
Professor Wayne and other law professors smelled the scent of reform from this trend, so they gathered to study the laws of the new era.
If nothing unexpected happened, Professor Wayne might directly participate in revising the laws of the Loen Kingdom in the future.
After hearing this, Hastur smiled and said: "Do you have any intention of buying a title yourself?"
He was only joking, but Lecturer Fron thought for a long time and said: "I do have such a thought. Although a noble status is no longer as valuable as before, it's still nobility. No matter how the Loen Kingdom reforms in the future, nobility always has its weight."
"How much gold would it cost to buy a Lordship?"
"Besides the necessary land, about 100,000 gold pounds."
"…"
Hastur said nothing more, looking at Lecturer Fron with curiosity.
100,000 gold pounds, Lecturer Fron was still young, yet he had already saved such wealth?
"Cough, cough, the teacher said he plans to support me somewhat."
"How much support?"
"Around 30,000 gold pounds."
"…"
Professor Wayne was truly wealthy!
Hastur sighed in admiration, then said seriously: "Since it's the teacher's support, you must not let down his expectations."
"??"
Lecturer Fron looked at Hastur in confusion, not understanding what he meant.
"I'm also the teacher's student. He should sponsor me a bit as well."
Hastur blinked. Hearing this, Lecturer Fron laughed and said: "Yes, I believe the teacher would never favor one student over another."
"Praise the teacher who upholds fairness!"
Hastur and Lecturer Fron exchanged a smile.
He was only joking; he didn't truly want Professor Wayne to fund him.
The greater the favor received, the greater the favor to repay.
He wasn't short of money right now and didn't want to owe Professor Wayne such a favor over something like this.
Besides, he had never thought of relying on paying gold pounds to raise his title.
So much gold, wouldn't it be better to just spend it slowly?
Not to mention 100,000 gold pounds, he didn't want to pay even 10,000 gold pounds.
If it were 1,000 gold pounds, then maybe he could consider it.
…
That night.
Hastur sat at his desk, took out pen and paper, he was going to write a letter to Miss Sharon.
After all, she had even given him the copper whistle for summoning a spirit world messenger. If he didn't write a letter, when Miss Sharon returned, wouldn't it look like he didn't care about them at all?
He first let his feelings settle a bit, then began writing.
"Miss Sharon, at this moment I am sitting at my desk, bathed in the breeze blowing in from the window, writing this letter under the sudden light of the moon.
It's been a while. Everything here is fine. Other than the sky still being as gray as ever, Backlund is also doing well.
I don't know if your journey has gone smoothly? Did you encounter any danger? Is there anything you need help with?
Although here in Backlund, I cannot really help you much.
Ahem, that doesn't mean my concern for you is false.
Well, I'm just saying that. After all, for the moment I don't know what else to say."
At this point, Hastur paused. After thinking, he still didn't cross out those cheeky words.
Being a little playful would keep it from being too serious, since this wasn't some final farewell letter.
"Recently, I met a woman who claimed to be your friend. She had long chestnut-colored hair, dressed fashionably, with a very strong Intis flair.
Our first encounter was in a restaurant serving Lenburg specialties. I even treated her to a meal, though she asked for it, the one paying was still me.
The second time we met was in a dessert restaurant. She seemed very interested in me, even asked whether you and I had some kind of close relationship.
Well, that last part is my own guess. She didn't say it directly, but I know that's what she meant."
Here Hastur stopped again, then continued:
"I don't mean to use a large part of a letter to you to describe some unknown woman.
It's just that this is the only recent event connected to you, so I wanted to write it clearly enough that you'd know what happened.
Unknowingly I've already written nearly a page… seems I don't have much else to say.
Miss Sharon, please be sure to stay safe. If you encounter something you cannot resolve, don't force yourself. If convenient, you can also write me for advice. Sometimes a matter looks different when considered by another person.
Oh, and please say hello to Maric for me, otherwise he'll complain that I didn't even mention him in my letter.
It's getting late. Rest early."
At the end, Hastur habitually wanted to write "good night," but thought again and changed it to "rest early."
After carefully checking twice and finding nothing to change, Hastur folded the letter, blew the copper whistle, and sent it out.
…
Under the same crimson moonlight, the messenger traveling through the spirit world delivered the letter to its contractor.
Sharon opened the letter and read slowly.
"Who sent you a letter?" Maric asked curiously, leaning closer.
"Your good friend."
"Hastur? When did you give him the copper whistle?"
"Before leaving Backlund."
While reading, Sharon answered Maric's questions calmly.
After Sharon finished reading, Maric asked: "Did the letter mention me?"
"Yes." Sharon's lips curved slightly.
"At least he has a conscience."
Maric didn't probe into the letter's contents, it was Hastur's letter to Sharon.
If there were anything important, Sharon would tell him.
"Are you planning to reply?"
"If I have time."
"I see. Then Hastur probably won't receive a reply."
"?"
'Do I look like someone who wouldn't write back?'
Sharon glanced at Maric, thought for a moment, then handed him the letter.
"He really only mentioned me in one sentence!"
Maric clenched the paper, eyes flashing with fury. Sharon felt much more cheerful and relaxed.