Personality V: I will save everything

"Wait, wait, what did you say?!"

Victor was clearly confused. What on earth was going on?!

He slumped in a chair in the church, his head turned into a mess due to too much information.

The church is now empty because it was originally an abandoned church. After all, no church can be opened near a gangster area. How can those guys believe in God? They only believe in money.

But even so, the stained windows of the church still depict what it looked like back then, including the appearance of Carl when he was a child.

Although Carl has grown up now, his iconic gray hair and gray face are really hard to forget. There are not many children who look like him in England.

It was obvious that Victor found it difficult to accept this fact for a while. He slumped in the chair, holding his head in pain.

Carl looked at Victor and shook his head. He knew it would turn out like this, but he had to explain it clearly to Victor.

"I am the child of the Creator. It is my duty to judge sinners. Victor, can you please not be afraid of me?"

Carl walked forward, bent down slightly, stared at Victor's face and said.

"So........." Victor seemed to calm down a little, and then continued, "You killed all those gang members because they were criminals?"

"Not all of them." Carl corrected Victor's mistake, "Some of them did not deserve death, and some were forced to do so, so I spared their lives."

"Then why did you come to me? I haven't committed any crime...at least I think so." Victor's voice was still trembling slightly.

"I just want you to do me a favor, Victor." Carl's eyes became serious.

"How can I help you?" Victor asked curiously. He was just an ordinary postman. How could he help Carl?

Carl suddenly took Victor's hands and said, "I want you to be my friend."

Victor's eyes widened. He didn't expect Carl to make such a request.

"I...I'm just an ordinary postman. Why...why did you choose me?" Victor swallowed.

Victor's question was successful, as he asked Carl, because Carl himself didn't know, "I don't know either, but I just want you to be my friend."

"What?!" Victor was obviously confused by Carl.

"Because... there's no reason for this kind of thing. Just think about it."

Carl waved his hands helplessly. He himself couldn't explain it clearly. Isn't this how people think? ┐（─__─）┌

“But I still don’t understand.”

Of course Victor couldn't understand, because the difference between their identities was too great. As the child of the Creator, Carl had everything from nature since he was a child. He could get whatever he wanted, and he never lacked love and material nourishment. It can be said that he grew up surrounded and pampered by everyone.

What about Victor? He lost his parents when he was young and became an orphan. In order to make a living, he could only work as a postman at the lowest level. He was bullied by his predecessors and used as a tool to pass on information by others. He never had a day to truly live for himself.

"I really don't understand. If you want, you can look for more people who are better than me, whether they are nobles, commoners, or even members of the royal family. Why did you choose me?" Victor asked puzzledly.

However, Carl acted as if he didn't care. He even began to stand on tiptoe out of boredom, then swing back, repeating this back and forth.

"I just don't know, I just wanted to do it." He answered casually.

At this moment, Carl suddenly became serious, stood firmly on the ground with his feet, and then stretched out his right hand to Victor, "So are you willing to be my friend?"

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After receiving the news from his colleagues, the "poet" fainted in the corridor.

The reason was simple, because the news report said that the entire gang was inexplicably slaughtered. There were many corpses at the scene, most of which were unrecognizable. They couldn't tell whether Victor was there for a while.

However, what made the "poet" even more angry was yet to come.

"What do you mean by closed the case?! Are you planning to end it like this?! That's a child's life!!!"

The "poet" slammed the table in front of him angrily, but no matter how much he yelled, he could not change the attitude of his superiors. The matter was resolved very well, without any effort, the entire gang was solved. The chief even felt that he would definitely be promoted this year.

The poet feels that he is a joke. His choice to be a policeman is a joke. Aren’t policemen supposed to protect people’s safety? But why has it become like this?

"I resign."

The departure of the "poet" did not cause any splash in the police station. But now the entire gang has been destroyed. It is such a happy event. How could the resignation of a policeman possibly attract anyone's attention?

The "poet" packed up his things, brought his dog Wick, and came to Victor's house.

The door of the house had been destroyed long ago. After all, when the gangsters took Victor away, they must have kicked the door open.

The "poet" walked directly into Victor's house, but before leaving, he politely knocked on the door that had been kicked in, "I'm coming in, Victor."

He did this as if Victor was still here.

Wick ran into Victor's room and then happily circled around the living room. Normally, the "poet" should have stopped him, but this time he didn't, because if he remembered correctly, Victor also liked Wick very much and often played with him.

The "poet" looked at the empty house and suddenly said, "Victor, I'm sorry."

If he had discovered this earlier, if he had not trusted his colleagues and superiors so much, Victor would not have been an informant for the police station.

In this case, nothing would happen. Victor would just be an ordinary postman and grow up ordinary, but at least he would grow up.

The "poet" became more and more sad the more he thought about it, and finally he sat on a chair, covering his face and crying bitterly.

However, at this moment......

Wick took out a letter from somewhere and played with it in his mouth.

"Wick! Stop it!" If the puppy Wick was just playing around in the house, the "poet" could still tolerate it, but he couldn't tolerate Wick playing with Victor's relics.

But it was not until he snatched the letter from Wick's mouth that the "poet" discovered that there was something wrong with the letter. The nature of the letter was obviously made through a special process. In other words, a postman like Victor could not afford it at all.

"What's going on?" Although he had resigned, as a former policeman, the "poet" was quickly alerted to this anomaly and began to collect it in Victor's house.

Soon, the "poet" found a large number of letters made of this material in Victor's house.

"This is how the same thing?"

Just as the "poet" was lost in thought, a voice that was so familiar to him suddenly came from behind him.

"Poet, why are you here? Why are you crying?"

When the "poet" turned around and saw Victor and the gray-haired and gray-eyed boy next to Victor, he felt as if he had figured out everything at that moment.

Why did such a huge gang disappear overnight without alerting anyone around? Why did Victor disappear without anyone noticing? Why were there so many letters made of special materials in Victor's home?

The "poet" understood everything at that moment, but the first sentence he spoke was.

"Victor, I'm so glad you're okay."

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While the three of them sat down to talk, the "poet" discovered that Victor had been teasing Wick, and he could see that Victor really liked Wick.

"Victor, why don't I give Wick to you to raise?" The "poet" suddenly suggested.

"Ah?" Faced with this sudden proposal, Victor obviously felt a little overwhelmed.

"Because I've resigned now, I have no income." The "poet" smiled and propped his chin up, saying, "I can't afford to support Wick, so I'll give it to you to raise. At least it's better than keeping it with me."

Victor looked at Wick, who was in his arms, sticking out his tongue and acting coquettishly.

"Are you sure?" Because this is the poet's puppy, Victor still wanted to confirm it again.

"Yes."

At least keep a thought in mind, Victor. Although I know I am taking advantage of you to a great extent, I just hope you can know that I really want to be friends with a little kid like you.

"What are you going to do next? I remember that if what you said just now is correct, you resigned, right?" Carl suddenly changed the subject.

"As for me, I will probably become a real poet."

Anyway, he has already resigned. After working as a policeman for so many years, he has accumulated some savings. He might as well do what he wants to do first and wait until the day comes when he is almost starving to death.

Having said this, the "poet" also stood up from his chair. After all, it was getting late now, and Carl and Victor should go home, right?

"Well, then let's say goodbye, my two little friends. I'm leaving now and I hope we can meet again next time."

The poet walked all the way to the gate and added, "May you be happy and blessed every day from now on, Victor."

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After Carl happily returned to the manor holding Victor's hand, he realized where everyone had gone? ????

Let's go back 30 minutes...

"Hmm........." Lydia looked at the medical report in front of her and evaluated, "Jeffrey, it seems that you have been recuperating well in the manor during this period. Congratulations, you can start the operation now."

"Thank you, thank you." Jeffrey didn't know how to express his gratitude, so he could only say thank you over and over again.

During this time, everyone in the manor was very nice to him and did not discriminate against him because of his strange appearance.

on the contrary.......

"Uncle Jeffrey, do you like flowers? Let me teach you how to grow them."

"Try this, it's called a donut, I like them."

"Do you want to hear me sing? I'll sing for you. Music can make people feel better."

"Let me help you get it. This thing is too heavy. It's okay. Just let me help you."

These things made Jeffrey realize that Miss Natasha did not lie to him and not all people are bad people.

"Um..." Jeffrey called out to Lydia who turned around to prepare for surgery, "How is Mr. Norton Campbell's arm?"

Jeffrey found out that it was because he released the lion that Mr. Norton Campbell was injured, so when he first saw Norton in the manor, his first reaction was to hide quickly.

But to his surprise, Norton was not angry with him, nor did he yell at him, nor did he beat or scold him. He just broke the donut in his hand in half and gave it to him.

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Lydia turned her head and said to Jeffrey with a smile, "Don't worry, he will be full of energy the next day after a good night's sleep."

But Lydia thought for a while, and then continued, "But if you meet a man named Kreacher, you'd better stay away from him. Because one day a lion ran to the door of his orphanage. You know, those children are Kreacher's lifeblood. If he meets you, he will definitely be angry with you."

Rather than knowing that he might be disliked by Mr. Kreacher, Jeffrey was more worried, "Then, those children and that gentleman..."

"Don't worry, they and the lion were finally driven away, but Kreacher will not forgive you for this, so if you see him, stay away from him."