Personality V: I will save everything

"Dad..." Inara rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room in a daze. She was still a little sleepy, but when she saw Joke's figure, her eyes suddenly lit up and a surprised smile appeared on her face.

"Hey, my little baby, did you listen to Uncle Jose Badem obediently?" Jack raised the corners of his mouth and showed a gentle smile. He walked quickly forward and held his little princess in his arms.

“Ah… um… Daddy…” Inara’s voice was as cute as a kitten. She moved slightly in Jack’s arms, then yawned cutely, as if she was still immersed in a sweet dream.

Joke looked at his little daughter in his arms, his heart full of doting and love. He gently patted Inara's back, feeling her warm and soft body.

Inara seemed to feel the warmth of her father. She arched her back in Joke's arms and found the most comfortable position. Her small body nestled tightly against Joke, as if she was looking for a sense of security.

"Hmm............" With a sigh, Qiu Ke noticed that Inara had closed her eyes and entered a sweet dream. The little girl actually fell asleep in his arms.

Joke carefully hugged Inara tighter, fearing to wake her up. He sat there quietly, enjoying the tranquility and warmth of the moment.

Time seemed to stand still, and Qiu Ke was immersed in this rare father-daughter time, feeling the warmth and happiness of the family.

Jose Badem saw this and left the room silently. Jake would give Natasha enough space, so why wouldn't he do the same?

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the other side,

Remember the time when Servi wanted to hypnotize Kreacher? Well, at least Kreacher had completely forgotten about it.

But Serwei did not forget. Not only did he not forget, but from that day on, Serwei felt that he had no face to see Kreacher again.

This is so awkward, how are they going to meet?

But having said that, Servi still couldn't help wanting to see Kreacher, but not face to face. He would secretly hide in a corner, watching Kreacher's busy figure from a distance, or quietly follow him when Kreacher wasn't paying attention. Every time he saw Kreacher's smile and heard his voice, Servi's heart would tremble involuntarily.

This complex emotion made Servi confused and uneasy. He didn't know how to face Kreacher, nor how to deal with his feelings for Kreacher. Sometimes, he even thought about giving up this relationship because he felt that he was not worthy of Kreacher. But every time he wanted to leave, his heart was filled with reluctance and attachment.

What about Kreacher? Actually, he had not forgotten that Servi had tried to hypnotize him, but he chose to be tolerant and understanding, and he did not blame Servi. However, Kreacher did not know about Servi's inner struggle and pain. He just felt that Servi was a little strange recently and always avoided him.

But of course, Kreacher still thought that all this was just his illusion. Then again, it was good not to see Servi. Every time this kid came to the orphanage, it was more like he came to make trouble than to help.

Almost every day, Servi would watch Kreacher from afar through the fence of the orphanage.

Until this day..............

Servi arrived as usual. He had already discovered a good place. It was almost invisible from inside the orphanage because of the flowers. There was a person hiding behind it.

But when Kreacher appeared in front of everyone again, Servi almost popped his eyes out. This is not an exaggeration, but the truth.

The reason was simple. The original Kreacher… Servi really didn’t know how to describe him. He wasn’t ugly, but he always looked a little sloppy. However, Servi could understand this—after all, Kreacher spent most of his time taking care of those orphans, so how could he have the leisure to take care of himself?

However, even Kreacher himself probably did not expect that just a "spur of the moment" could cause him to undergo such a drastic change.

The disheveled, bearded, and patched-up Kreacher was nowhere to be seen. Today, Kreacher combed his hair neatly and cleanly, and shaved his beard clean, revealing his original face.

He also put on a brand new set of clothes without a patch, and he looked particularly fresh and neat. This change seemed simple, but it brought him amazing changes.

It can be said that if Kreacher walked on the street now, he might be avoided by passers-by subconsciously. His image has been completely renewed, exuding a temperament that people dare not approach easily. This transformation is not only in appearance, but also a manifestation of self-confidence and self-esteem deep in his heart.

At the same time, this scene still made Servi feel a surge of emotion. Of course, he was just thinking about it at most. The distance between him and Kreacher now was more than just the distance of a fence.

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But what Servi didn't expect was that Kreacher suddenly turned around.

Servi and Kreacher looked at each other through the fence, and both of them were a little at a loss for a moment. In the end, it was Kreacher who spoke first, "You have been hiding from me all this time, is it just to peek at me?" His tone was a little teasing.

Servi's face turned red instantly, "I...I didn't!" he stuttered in retort.

Kreacher smiled and said, "Okay, no more jokes. In fact, I have already noticed you, but I just never exposed it. Servi, can we still be friends?"

Servi nodded quickly, "Of course!"

Kreacher smiled with relief, "That's good, don't hide from me anymore. Also, thank you for paying attention to me."

Servi scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Well... you look really handsome today."

Kreacher laughed out loud, "That's really surprising, Servi."

The two smiled at each other, and the previous embarrassment and estrangement seemed to disappear in an instant.

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the other side,

Carl still wanted to make friends with Victor, but...he changed his approach.

Carl cut the letter paper in front of him, took it out and put it in the mailbox in front of Victor's house.

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After finishing a day's work, Victor dragged his tired body back to his home, or rather, his house, which should be called his home.

Before entering the house, Victor patted the mailbox in front of his house as usual. He had been delivering letters to others, but had never received a letter of his own. How he wished he could receive a letter of his own!

However, reality is always cruel. He is just a "little mouse" shuttling between various places. Who would care about his existence?

The boy named Carl never came to see him again, and the yellow rose had already withered. It seemed that it was just a whim of a noble young master.

Victor sighed softly, slowly stretched out his hand, and prepared to open the old mailbox. This action has become a part of his daily life. Although he always expects something, he often gets disappointment. However, today, when he opened the mailbox, a white envelope lay quietly inside, like a small miracle.

Victor stared at the envelope in his hand with wide eyes, in disbelief. This was the first letter he had received since he could remember, and he could hardly believe his eyes. He had never thought that he would be so lucky that someone would write to him!

The handwriting on the envelope was strange and mysterious, and Victor's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. He hurriedly took out the letter and carefully tore open the envelope, as if he was afraid of destroying this precious gift. He unfolded the letter and began to read the words on it.

The content of the letter was very brief, with only one line: "Will you be my friend?————Karl."

It was the little gray-haired boy from that day. Although he was a little boy, he actually looked only one or two years younger than Victor.

Although they were not much different in age, they lived very different lives. However, Victor did not complain about it, after all, everyone has his own destiny.

"I thought I would never have anything to do with you again." Victor gently stroked the name on the letter and muttered to himself.

Victor picked up the envelope and repeatedly checked every detail on it, full of doubts. He noticed that there was no address or stamp on the envelope. It was obvious that the letter was not sent by regular mail, but more like the little boy put it into the mailbox himself.

Faced with such a mysterious letter, Victor fell into deep thought. He couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of the little boy who wrote the letter was. On the one hand, he could imagine that the little boy wrote this letter with great expectation, trying to establish contact with the outside world; on the other hand, he couldn't help but sigh that this child didn't even know the basic common sense of sending letters.

Although he was confused by the boy's behavior, Victor still held a glimmer of hope and fantasy. Perhaps, just like the fairy tales he had heard when he was a child, there was a magical elf behind each letter responsible for delivering it. In this fantasy world, the letter might be delivered to its destination by a special force. So, Victor decided to keep this curiosity and expectation, waiting for the wonderful things that might happen.

Victor returned home, rummaged through the drawer, and finally found an envelope, which he had prepared a long time ago, when he had just become a postman, and his heart was full of visions and fantasies about the future.

At that time, he imagined that he would not only send letters for others, but also send his own letters. However, reality is always cruel, and he soon realized that who could he write to? The pressure of life made him have no time to care about these things, so he could only bury this idea deep in his heart.

Now, he finally has someone he can send letters to - Carl.

Victor took out a piece of letter paper and solemnly wrote down a short but powerful sentence: "I do." This sentence may only have three words, but it contains the most sincere feelings in his heart.

He carefully put the letter into the envelope and sealed it. Then, he took the envelope and went to a nearby mailbox. He took a deep breath and put the envelope into the mailbox. Watching the envelope disappear into the mailbox, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This letter is not just a simple letter, but also his commitment and determination to Esmeralda. It represents the feelings between them and his expectations for the future.

As the letter was sent, Victor felt relieved. He knew that no matter what the result was, he had taken an important step. Next, he only needed to wait for the other party's response and look forward to the further development of this relationship.

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the other side,

Carl soon received the letter from Victor. To be exact, the letter came to Carl when it was dropped into the mailbox.

This was actually a small divine power that Carl asked the owner of the manor to help him. Otherwise, Carl could send letters to Victor, but he would not be able to receive Victor's letters because he was not actively invited. Who else could find the Oritis Manor?

Carl was busy in the workshop when suddenly a letter appeared on the table in front of him. He stopped what he was doing and curiously picked up the envelope, which was addressed to "Mr. Carl". He opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, unfolded it and read it carefully.

When Carl saw the contents of the letter, his face showed surprise and excitement. He almost jumped out of his chair, his heart filled with joy. He held the letter tightly, feeling the warmth of friendship with Victor.

Carl carefully folded the letter and placed it against his chest, as if this would bring this friendship closer to his heart. He thought gratefully of his mother's help, because without this little magical power, he might never have received Victor's letter and would not have been able to establish this precious friendship.

Carl decided to treasure the letter and looked forward to more communication and interaction with Victor in the future.

He was so impatient that he immediately took out the letter paper and prepared to write his next letter.