Chapter 357 Sharon's Knee Pillow

As Hasta said this, the air seemed to freeze all of a sudden.

Although Sharon acted very calm, Hasta clearly saw the slight surprise and smile in her eyes just now.

He continued to look at Sharon with his head tilted, his eyes meeting Sharon's blue eyes.

At such a close distance, Sharon's long hair tied in a bun with light golden color was covered by a small black soft hat, and there was a strand of hair hanging down on both sides of her earlobes, but it did not cover the small and exquisite ears.

Sharon had no habit of wearing makeup on her face, not even light makeup. Against the background of the black Gothic court dress, she looked even whiter and smoother like jade, like a piece of tofu so tender that you could squeeze out water.

It was still better to look at her from such a close distance. Sharon, who was watching from a distance, always gave people an aura that kept strangers away.

In this regard, Miss Audrey's aura was more gentle and amiable, but her natural nobility and elegance still made many people stay away.

"Being spoiled? You?" Sharon stared at each other for a while before she spoke, her disbelief in her words was undisguised.

"People often say that a pet is like its owner. Azshara is so good at being spoiled because I educated her well."

Sharon glanced at Hastur from top to bottom, without saying anything, but her eyes were full of distrust, and she seemed to want to see how thick Hastur's face could be.

"Alas, why do you always have doubts in your eyes?"

"..."

Sharon still didn't speak, just stared at Hastur, wanting to see what he would do next.

"Hey, Azshara, are you back?"

Hastur suddenly looked towards the window, and Sharon's eyes followed, but there was no sign of Azshara.

There was only the weight of a head on her thigh.

Hastur, just lying on her thigh, using her thigh as a pillow, lying on his back, looking at her with burning eyes.

"..."

Sharon wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing, just sat up a little, looking straight at the bookshelves in front of her.

Hastur did not speak, but closed his eyes slightly, enjoying Sharon's lap.

After a long while, Sharon spoke: "Your gift has been given to you."

"Sometimes I really envy Azshara. No wonder she doesn't want to change into a human."

Hastur sighed, then lifted his head from Sharon's thigh, sat up straight, and faced Sharon's inquiring eyes, explaining very seriously: "I admit defeat. Azshara is still better at being a spoiled child. If I have time, I will learn from her."

He couldn't lie on Sharon's thigh like Azshara did, rolling back and forth. That scene was too embarrassing.

Sharon did not speak, still looking at him with her eyes downcast.

"I like your gift very much."

Hastur understood Sharon's pun just now, and got up and left the study.

After Hastur left the room, Sharon lowered her head slightly and looked at her thigh that Hastur had just rested on. There was still warmth on it that had not dissipated.

She stretched out her right hand and gently pressed it on her heart. Her heartbeat was much faster than before.

What happens when a puppet has a heart?

The ending was given in the story of "The Adventures of Pinocchio" that Hastur had told her.

"Meow?"

On the windowsill, Azshara was holding the dried fish that Sharon brought from the southern continent in her mouth, and she looked at Sharon with doubtful eyes.

Without Sharon's beckoning, Azshara came to the sofa, lying on Sharon's thighs while enjoying the dried fish, which was very comfortable.

Sharon lowered her head and looked at Azshara for a while, whispering: "Azshara, you deliberately don't want to change into a human, right?"

Azshara was stiff, the hair on her back almost stood up, her blue eyes were wide open, showing a very frightened expression, and the dried fish in her mouth fell on the sofa.

"I won't tell him."

Sharon had a faint smile on her face and reached out to touch Azshara's head.

"Meow."

Azshara meowed gently, rubbed her face against Sharon's palm, and then continued to pick up the dried fish that was scared away just now and ate it with peace of mind.

Hasta said something very right just now, people usually don't have any vigilance against a cute kitten.

It is sometimes easier for it to do things than to become a human.

Azshara is very smart, this is something she knew early on, and many times, it is deliberately pretending to be stupid.

Some people seem to be worse than a cat.

Sharon's mouth corners slightly raised, her expression is much gentler than before.

The next day, the envoy of Grand Duke Nanwell came to visit again, saying that his 30-year-old son was going to have a birthday and wanted to invite him to the banquet.

Caius habitually followed Hastur's instructions to send the person away first, and then came back to report the matter to Hastur.

"You are already 30 years old, and you are still celebrating your birthday. Do you really think you are a child who will never grow up?"

Hasta said this with a teasing tone, but this time he did not refuse Grand Duke Nanwell's invitation.

After pretending to be uncomfortable with the local climate for so long, it’s time to meet Grand Duke Nanweier and see what he really wants to do.

Hasta thought about it and decided to bring a few members of the Yellow Monks to take this opportunity to make Grand Duke Nanweier behave himself.

Does he really think that if the Kingdom of Loen declares a full-scale war on the Feysac Empire, he can take the opportunity to take back the rights of the eight ports?

Those are eight small gold mines that can generate a lot of money every day.

"My lord, do you need me to solve this problem?"

Caius made a suggestion with a fierce look in his eyes. The meaning was very clear. He would lead the yellow monks to take action to completely eliminate the Archduke of Southwell.

Well, solved in a literal sense.

Hasta waved his hand, "It's too time-sensitive. I will go back to Backlund later."

"Understood." Caius nodded, excitement in his tone.

This made Hastur ask him if he had a personal grudge against the Archduke of Southwell?

Caius quickly said, "I just want to relieve the earl of his worries."

"This reason is too old, come up with something new."

Caius looked embarrassed and lowered his voice slightly: "I want to do something to prove that I am the popular person in front of the earl."

It was a very honest reason, and Hastur didn’t blame it. Thinking about it carefully, Caius was only Sequence 5, and there were many people above him.

In the Extraordinary World, after all, we still believe in the principle of respecting the strong.

"After settling the matter with Grand Duke Southwell, you go to see Mrs. Lisa and ask her to give you some advice. Just say it was my idea."

"Yes!" Caius nodded excitedly.

Hastur waved Caius down, walked to the window and looked in the direction of Backlund.

He had never regarded the Archduke of South Wales as his real opponent. His opponent was in Backlund, in that splendid palace.

The date when George III wants to hold a nationwide speech has been set. That day is the day when George III wants to wait for an opportunity to be promoted to the Sequence 0 Black Emperor.

Although he may not necessarily take the path of the Black Emperor in the later period, it will not do him any good to let George III become the Black Emperor.

Moreover, if George III cooperated with Adam and really allowed him to ascend to the throne of God, he would definitely be against him in the future.

It would be better to join forces with Bernadette, Klein and others to overthrow the throne of George III.

This time things were a bit dangerous. He would return to Backlund after settling the matter with the Archduke of South Wales.

In that kind of chaotic situation, the role of chaos mentor is also of great benefit.

"Meow."

Azshara walked along the edge of the window sill, holding a half-eaten dried fish in her mouth.

Hastur waved his hand, and Azshara hurriedly ate the small half of the dried fish in her mouth.

"..."

Hastur took a step closer and flicked its head, "Will I steal your dried fish?"

"Meow!"

Azshara answered in the affirmative.

Then the hair on its head was rubbed into a matted ball.

Hastur carried the aggrieved Azshara to Sharon's room. She still liked to stand in a place where she could see the scenery outside and play puppet.

At the moment, colorful clouds outside cover the sky over the sea, like an embroidered quilt.

The numerous ships that come and go continue to contribute to the prosperity of the port, and workers carry various goods from different regions at the bustling dock.

Before nightfall, the doors of the pubs along the street were already filled with tables.

Groups of children were laughing from one end of the street to the other, and their laughter could be heard from a long distance away.

"I'm going to see the Archduke of South Wales in two days, and then I'm going back to Backlund..."

Hastur held Azshara and stood next to Sharon, telling him what he was going to do next.

He liked this way of getting along very much. Even Azshara yawned comfortably in Hastur's arms and fell asleep. She unconsciously licked her little paws. It must be that she was eating delicious fish in her dream. Dry.

"I haven't been back to Backlund for a long time."

"Well, let's go back together."