Personality V: I will save everything

"........................"

I crossed my arms, rested my chin on my hand, and began to wonder if there was really something wrong with my parenting style.

I admit that there was some intention in my doing that. I taught Frederick that when you encounter people or things that make you unhappy, you must bravely show your thorns to protect yourself.

I did this just to hope that when Frederick encounters something that makes him unhappy, he will not hide it but say "no" boldly.

But I don’t know if I was too aggressive or if there was something wrong with Frederick’s way of understanding. He has now become indifferent to life and death and will just do it if he doesn’t agree.

..................Three hours ago....................

"This kind of thing is really rare. Who would have thought that so many people would hold on to the railings? I believe the railings are absolutely solid."

Such a big thing happened on the stadium. The railing suddenly broke, causing a spectator to almost fall from the platform. For such a big thing, the stadium manager will definitely come forward.

But when this guy showed up, the first thing he thought of was not to solve the problem, but to shirk responsibility.

"............" Jose Badem looked at the guy in front of him with great displeasure. He had even begun to think about how to deal with him when he returned.

But not here, because Matthias and .........

Before Jose Badem could finish his thought, he saw Frederick rushing over with something in his hand.

"Shut out! Bitch!"

It was not until Frederick knocked the administrator down with the thing in his hand that he realized that Frederick had taken out a mop from somewhere, probably used to clean the court.

Frederick's blow was particularly severe, for he aimed at the administrator's head, and he was unable to stand up.

But it was clear that Frederick had no intention of letting him go.

"Go to hell, you garbage! You almost lost your life, yet you're still shirking responsibility here, you bastard, your son of a bitch!"

Frederick cursed but didn't stop. He used the mop in his hand to hit the administrator's head with all his might.

It was not until a full 15 minutes later that Frederick finally stopped, but it was not because he was tired, nor because he had cursed enough, nor because he felt that he had been too harsh, but simply because he had broken the mop in his hand.

Frederick seemed to be tired from fighting. He lifted up his hair which was a little messy due to excessive force and took a deep breath.

After taking a look at the mess of garbage on the ground...

"Pooh!"

Frederick spat on the garbage on the ground.

"That's disgusting."

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the above,

This is the scene that José Badem described to me when he brought Frederick back.

Obviously, Frederick's condition scared Jose Badem. He didn't even have time to repair the prosthesis of his left hand and hurriedly sent Frederick back.

After describing the scene, Jose Badem added another sentence.

"Please believe me, Mr. Manor Lord. After sailing on the sea for so long, I must have experienced fighting with pirates. But I swear, even the most vicious pirates were not as scary as the look in that child's eyes at that time... He really wanted to kill that guy."

If the eyes of those pirates showed cruelty, bloodthirstiness and greed for treasure, then the look in Frederick's eyes at that time was just pure murderous intent.

There was no hesitation or mercy. He didn't even have the pleasure that humans get when they step on a bug to death, or the feeling of being above everything else. He just wanted to kill the other person.

Even the well-informed Jose Badem couldn't help but comment, "It's terrible."

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Finally, I was left alone in the study, so I called Frederick over.

"Frederick, you did something wrong today, did you know that?" I asked him with a smile, just like usual.

"I don't know, is there anything wrong with protecting my family?"

On the way here, Frederick had already guessed that the owner of the manor would criticize him, but to be honest, he had always regarded what the owner of the manor said as the truth. But this time, he really wanted to make a small rebuttal - what was wrong with protecting his family?

"Frederick, you did something wrong. It's not wrong for you to want to protect your family, but your way of doing it is wrong."

I decided to give Frederick a proper explanation.

"You only saw Jose Badem, smiling and enduring the administrator's nonsense, but you didn't see that Jose Badem was actually thinking about how to kill that guy."

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Frederick tilted his head in some surprise, because at that time he really felt that the administrator was bullying Uncle Jose Badem. Jose Badem just wanted fairness, but the administrator kept shirking responsibility.

"(Chuckles)~" I walked over and gently stroked Frederick's head.

"It's like if you hate someone, you just rush up to him, hit and scold him, and then break the cup in his hand. But Jose Badem is different. He uses a roundabout way, such as throwing some pebbles on the ground to make the person fall and break the cup in his hand."

"I understand." Frederick has always been a smart child, and he certainly understands what the owner of the manor wants to express.

Although doing so may help you vent your anger at the time, it will cause many unexpected troubles and consequences later. However, although Uncle Jose Baden's way of handling the situation requires temporary patience, it can not only solve the problem in the end, but also avoid drawing suspicious eyes to himself.

“That’s a very good summary, Frederick,” I complimented him and gave him a delicious cake as a reward.

But Frederick refused the cake, he wanted another reward.

"Can you hug me again? Like when we were little?"

Frederick opened his arms and asked the owner of the manor for a hug.

In fact, Frederick had always kept this matter hidden in his heart. He hoped to be the child of the owner of the manor, rather than just being left here because of the custody rights.

He hoped to be like Andrew and Carl, and to be able to act coquettishly to the owner of the manor and ask for his love without restraint.

Don't think that Frederick is just daydreaming, because besides him, there are many other people who stay in the manor for various reasons, such as Lisa who came to the manor with her father, and Matthias who had to stay in the manor because he had nowhere else to go.

The owner of the manor always called them "children of the manor" instead of "my children".

The owner of the manor was always the friendliest to them. He would always speak to them with a smile and would gently correct them even if they made mistakes.

But Frederick didn't want this, he hoped that the owner of the manor would treat him like he treated Andrew and Carl, be angry, and scold him for his wrongdoings, instead of smiling all the time, which made Frederick feel that the owner of the manor was talking to him with a mask on.

"OK then."

It was like this again... The owner of the manor smiled gently and agreed, then walked over and gave Frederick a big hug.

Fred suddenly felt that even the owner of the manor could make mistakes sometimes. The owner said that he was too emotional and should restrain himself, but in fact, he had already restrained himself. Otherwise, he would have angrily questioned the owner of the manor, why didn't he treat him as his own child?

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It was not until Frederick left that an abrupt voice came from behind the owner of the manor.

"Oh my, this little believer of yours is quite interesting. What do humans call this, the Oedipus period?"

That’s right, the Dream Witch has not left since she last came to Oritis Manor.

During this period of time, she has been wandering around every corner of the manor. Anyway, no one can see her unless she takes the initiative.

But he didn't expect that when she just came to the manor owner's study and wanted to have a good chat with her best friend, she saw such a wonderful drama!

"You have obviously seen what this kid is thinking, why don't you respond?" The Dream Witch said, hugging the manor owner's shoulders from behind.

"I don't want him to invest too much emotion or have too much attachment. He should stand on the stage and travel the world instead of staying in the manor and burying his talent."

For most people, home is a haven to escape the storm, a spiritual home and support. However, sometimes home can also become a hindrance and constraint on the road ahead.

Today, Frederick's name has gradually become known to the world, and his brilliance has begun to shine in front of the world. But what is confusing is that every time he finishes a wonderful performance, he can't wait to rush back to the manor and stay indoors for several days.

This scene is like a fledgling eagle that has finally learned to fly in the sky, but is always attached to the warmth and comfort of home. After each flight, it always flies back to the familiar nest and stays there quietly for several days.

This behavior is obviously not conducive to growth. If it is not corrected in time, the world of this young eagle will always be limited to the surroundings of the nest, unable to appreciate the wider sky and the more distant scenery.

"You are so cold and indifferent. You have always loved your believers, haven't you?"

The Dream Witch felt that sometimes she really couldn't understand the manor owner's thoughts. It was obvious that if she did this, her believers would be unhappy, and she would be unhappy too, but she did it anyway.

"Well, instead of talking nonsense about me here, why don't you do something interesting with me?"

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On the other side, at Jose Badem's.

"Is there really no way to repair it?" Mike said with regret as he held Jose Badem's prosthesis.

"I'm afraid it won't work. I've asked a craftsman to take a look. The gears and screws inside are broken and can't be repaired." Jose Baden shook his head and sighed. It seems that next time he will need to include the bearing capacity in his prosthesis requirements.

"Is there no spare one?" Violetta felt a little strange. She usually had several spare limbs for her prostheses, just in case. She could think of it, and a nobleman like Jose Badem would definitely think of it too. But why didn't Jose Badem's family have one?

"Do you really want to know?" Jose Badem asked, looking at Valletta.

"Yeah." Violetta nodded. She was still quite curious about this question.

So José Baden took Violetta to see his spare prosthesis, which had turned into a pile of parts. The parts were scattered everywhere, as if they had been swept by a storm. Some parts still maintained their complete shape, but more had been broken into small pieces, making it difficult to recognize their original purpose.

Violetta's eyes widened. She had never seen such a chaotic scene before. She couldn't help but frown and looked at Jose Baden in confusion.

Jose Baden sighed helplessly, and said with a twitch in the corner of his eye: "These are all the 'masterpieces' of Stellan and Inara. They always like to fiddle with my prostheses and tear them into pieces. Every time I need to use them, it takes a lot of time to reassemble them."

"I'm sorry." Valletta apologized to Jose Badem on behalf of Stellan and Inara first.

"So what are you going to do next? Install an iron hook like a pirate?" Norton asked with some curiosity, but of course, he was more of a tease.

Then he was speechless because Jose Badem really found an iron hook from his home and installed it on his left hand.

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