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Chapter 384 Interleaved Memories (33)

When Steward Moda said this, his expression was terrified, obviously frightened.

But neither Ian nor Yingguang seemed to be interested, and their expressions didn't change at all.

--That's it?The talking forest next door is not ten thousand times more terrifying than your ghost.

"Is that child a boy or a girl? Is it floating in mid-air or did you just look down? Is there really no face or is it blurred by the light?"

Ian asked in detail: "How did you faint?"

Because Ian's inquiry was too professional, resulting in a lack of emotion and empathy, Steward Moda's wrinkled face was stretched for a moment in surprise-but then it wrinkled even more.

"Yes, it's a boy? It's about seven or eight years old, I can't see clearly."

Because of the young knight's persuasive guidance, the steward also temporarily got rid of his fear. He frowned and responded, "It's floating in the air, and its body is translucent... He really has no face, and his face is smooth, but when he saw that face , I thought of many, many things in an instant... many, many things that frightened me."

"The dead parents, my second child who died young, the girl I was afraid to pursue... There are many, many, many regrets, many, many reluctance... In an instant, I was overwhelmed by pain and unwillingness, self-blame and hesitation. Crashed, my brain went blank..."

As he said that, Guan Shi's expression that had calmed down once again collapsed, his tears fell in big drops, and his voice was full of despair: "What is the meaning of my life? I have never pursued the beauty in my heart... ..."

"I'm not a good father, I just watched my child die, why didn't I borrow money from the master to ask the priests of the Huaiguang Church to save my child? The master will not reject me, what am I afraid of? What, why didn't I do that?!"

Steward Moda knelt on the ground, his body curled up, a kind of pain visible to the naked eye was attacking his heart.

Until a slender white hand with sharp fingertips stretched out and pressed the top of the manager's head.

The silver-white halo shone, making him temporarily confused and his breathing calmed down.

"Aura of despair."

Sister Reflecting Light maintains the 'sedation technique', a technique for calming nerves. She turned her head to Ian and said, "He should really have encountered a quite powerful spirit body, and it was also a very dangerous wraith—— He empathizes with the pain of the wraith, and I think he has something to do with the baron also losing his child, and the reaction of ordinary people will not be so great."

"That may be the fourth entity of blue mist I saw, the Viscount's 'parent and child'."

Ian watched thoughtfully as Sister Reflecting Light placed Steward Moda, who had calmed down, on the hay mat aside: "The landslide caused by the storm six years ago killed the baroness and her child, and the baron's The child is only one or two years old."

"If he is still alive, he will indeed look seven or eight years old."

—the same age as the baron's other three adopted sons and daughters.

Moreover, there is a 'spiritual body' at the age of one or two?
Could it be that the baron's parent-son is a 'chosen one' born with psionic abilities?
"There are still questions to ask him."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Ian squatted down, took out a bottle of stamina potion from his waist, and poured it into the mouth of the blank-eyed Steward Moda: "Drink it? Answer my question—what are the baron's other adopted sons and daughters?" Time to adopt."

"Ahem...wait a minute, why are you in the castle?!"

After pouring the stamina potion, and being soothed by the tranquilizing technique to soothe the nerves affected by the aura of despair, Steward Moda is truly awake at this moment.

The somewhat bald middle-aged steward looked at the two 'intruders' in shock: "You are invading illegally. Even the Huaiguang Church cannot invade a noble's private house!"

At first, his tone was full of momentum, but under the calm eyes of Ian and Sister Reflecting Light, his voice became quieter.

In the end, Steward Moda lowered his head and replied with some frustration: "Well, I actually feel something is wrong with the master, let me think about it..."

He fell into deep thought, picking out valuable information from his mind as if searching his guts: "The first is the young master Mo Qiu, who was rescued by the master from the refugee camp in the Western Plains four years ago, and the three or four-year-old child is gone. Parents and hands and feet, this is the first time I have seen Master so angry..."

"And then Master Ira and Miss Linda, they... eh? They... they..."

"No, it was Master Ira first! But, who? Who was the first to come to the castle? Wait, my memory..."

"When exactly did they come, why can't I remember at all..."

Speaking of this, Manager Moda got stuck, and the old butler's eyes gradually became flustered again: "When...how can I not remember, I still remember that I specially prepared a game for the young master and the ladies. The welcome candy feast, I still remember the scene where I boiled sugar to make a sugar man, but when was that..."

"It seems that the situation has become obvious."

Sister Yingguang narrowed her eyes, and said firmly, "His memory has been deleted, and the wraith cannot do it. It should be done by a psychic who can manipulate memory."

"Two years ago, a psyker killed and replaced the identity of a wealthy businessman. No matter whether it was the mistress of the rich businessman or his servants, even the neighbors didn't notice it until a passing psyker noticed it. Something is wrong. These two incidents are very similar."

"It can be seen." Ian's eyes flashed with water-colored psychic brilliance, and it can be seen from close observation that there are some blue psychic imprints on the brain of Manager Moda.

He didn't die, just because the other party spared his life deliberately, but a considerable part of his memory structure has been destroyed.

It seems that this psyker modified Baron Ryan's memory about the death of his parent and child.

"You should have been saved by your master and young master."

Standing up, Ian raised his head and stared at the ancient castle: "They didn't want to kill you, so they just put you in the basement."

Lowering his head, he looked at the sluggish Steward Moda, and calmly said: "You are not stupid, Steward Moda, you must know that the baron has done some irreparable things now, and Sister Reflecting Light and I are here to wipe his ass , to prevent him from continuing to make mistakes."

Steward Moda lowered his head, staring blankly at his hands.

The old butler seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and he muttered to himself: "I have been with the master for more than 40 years. He made mischievous mistakes when he was young, and I replaced him...Master, he has been very good since he was a child, and he is a good lord. how come……"

"What is the master hiding from me..."

"Very well, you have obviously noticed the mistake." And Ian said in a soft tone, with a hint of indiscernible bewitching: "Now, recall carefully - about the baroness and the baron's parent and son, that is, your The real situation of 'Little Master'."

"After the memory is over, you can choose to cooperate with us, or you can choose not to cooperate."

"Madam and young master..."

Following Ian's tone, Manager Moda was a little dazed and puzzled at first, obviously not knowing what to ask such an obvious question.

But soon, he showed a look of horror: "No! How could it be?!"

"Madam and the young master are both dead, but why, why is the young master still in my memory..."

It was like a thunderbolt fell, linking the sky and the earth, and the two memories were entangled together.

The old steward still remembered that he guided the young master to learn to walk bit by bit, and carried the young master to visit the beautiful scenery of Lai'an Flower Sea.

He still remembered that the young master fell down because he was running too fast by the lake, and he was so scared that he ran at the fastest speed in his life. Even Baron Ryan laughed, saying that as a father, he was not as anxious as himself ——The young master is a noble heir with blood, just a fall, how can it be considered anything?

But he was just worried, how could he think rationally?

A pale lightning streaked across the dark sky, and rumbling thunder exploded, which could be vaguely heard even in the basement.

Everything is just like the big storm six years ago.

A series of lights and shadows began to flicker in the mind of the old man.

--heavy rain.storm.Collapsed mountain.An earthquake that shook the entire neck.

——The baron who flew out of the castle with a roar.The master who knelt on the ground and cried in despair.A boy who grew up watching him grow up, and once hid in his room crying because of the scolding of the elder.

A child who hugged him who also shed tears, as vulnerable as 40 years ago.

【Dead, Moda... all dead... all dead, my life is meaningless...】

"No, sir! It's not your fault. If you're still alive, there's always a possibility...don't give up!"

【…】

【right. 】

【you're right.It's not time to despair.I can't give up yet. 】

At this moment, the old steward seemed to be activated by key elements, he raised his head, his eyes were so bright that even Ian and Yingguang felt strange: "Yes, I remembered..."

Manager Moda remembered, and two different memories overlapped and intertwined in his mind, and finally merged into one, presenting the most authentic appearance.

He didn't hug the young master, but a ghostly blue spirit walked around him and walked through the sea of ​​flowers.

Nobody wrestling by the lake, just a cloud of fog swirling in the setting sun.

No child ever ate the food he cooked, no child laughed at the sugar man he made, the wooden horse and the wooden sword that stood beside the seating furniture were never ridden or brandished, and he never played the role of a dragon. The general of the enemy was defeated by the little knight and lay on the ground with an 'ah'.

All memories are false.

The wooden horse and the wooden sword were just standing there alone, while he and the baron just quietly stared at these toys that had been prepared long ago but had never been used by anyone.

From morning to evening, from night to dawn.

Only one lone spirit wanders the castle.

The misty mist, the faint blue spirit body, and the gradually solidified human form of a young child.

Because of other people's memory, because of other people's cognition, gradually condense the soul of the body.

Just, still no face...

It's still a faceless, unsettling and terrifying wraith.

but……

Moda was in charge, but he was no longer afraid.

Because, he finally remembered.

When he turned around, the reason why the spirit body reached out to him was not to hurt him.

It just wants to reach out and touch the old man who grew up with it...

it just wants to...

hug him.

"That's the young master..."

(End of this chapter)