Personality V: I will save everything

The doctor was originally quietly watching the children playing in the garden. She couldn't say that she liked children very much, but in this gloomy and dark manor, laughing children were really a rare sight.

Until she suddenly noticed the thing Inara was holding.

"Kids! Tell me, where did this come from?!"

The doctor excitedly held the glittering object in his hand. It was something every English doctor dreamed of.

Royal Medal of the Order of Medicine of England, the highest honor for every doctor in England.

But now, it is held in the hands of two children as a toy.

"This is what Sister Lydia gave us."

………………

So, this is what happened, and the doctor now holds the medal and questions Lydia.

Lydia looked at the doctor holding the medal with an angry look on his face and said indifferently, "What's the big deal? It's just a medal."

Lydia really had no intention of showing off. To be exact, she had never thought about it or planned to bring the medal here at the beginning. She just locked it in the suitcase after getting it and forgot about it until she finally packed the suitcase just now and found it at the bottom of the suitcase.

The medal is just a symbol. With or without the medal, Lydia's medical skills will remain the same.

Instead of taking the trouble to preserve it, it would be better to give the medal to children as a toy.

Lydia's explanation was successful in discouraging the doctor, who finally said only one sentence.

"congratulations."

…………A few days later…………

It was a calm day until...

"Bang!" Another loud noise.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. The same loud noise coming from the gate of the manor let everyone know that someone from another manor had come here.

"Cough cough cough..." Even if it has been cleaned, for some reason, the dust will return to the same place the next morning.

"Oh, it's you!" Qiu Ke said with some surprise.

The people who came this time were somewhat unexpected. There were five people in total - Valletta, Frederick, Andrew, Luchino, and Naib.

"Ahem, my God, are we here to eat dust?" Naib's complaint resonated with the people around him. This place is simply a place for dust to live.

"I agree with you." Andrew said as he was helped up from the ground by Jack.

"Why are you here?"

"Aren't you asking knowingly?"

The owner of the manor once told them that as many people as had gone there could come back, which meant that they could be considered to be here to "change shifts."

"But we're not in a hurry to leave anyway, so let's just come here and have fun." Andrew said nonchalantly, "And my dad asked me to bring you something very interesting."

Everyone was curious about what Andrew brought with him. Only the gravekeeper caught the key point in his words, "You have... a father?"

"Hmm?" Andrew turned his head to look at the gravekeeper, and then said, "Yes, after my mother died, I was sent to an orphanage, where my father adopted me. He was very kind to me and raised me."

"Is that so?" The gravekeeper glanced up and down at Andrew's clothes, which were not wearing any gloomy black clothes.

Although he suffered from the same strange disease as himself, he did not look like a ghost wandering in a cemetery. Instead, he looked like an elf that grew up among flowers.

I really envy him...

………………

"Andrew, what did you bring?"

Natasha asked with some curiosity.

"Well..." Andrew slowly turned to Kreacher's direction, "We need Kreacher to take out the thing he hid first."

Andrew held out his arms to Kreacher, "Well, Kreacher, you don't have to hide anymore. This is not something to be ashamed of."

"Are you hiding something, Kreacher?"

"Uh...this...I..." Kreacher stammered, unable to say anything.

Let’s not even mention what Andrew and the others thought of his current state. The people in the original manor, however, thought that he had probably stolen something again. Anyway, the “philanthropist” had always been like this, and he probably wasn’t much better in the other world.

Finally, after some coaxing and tricking from the people around him, Kreacher finally took out the thing, which was the album-like thing that fell out of his suitcase at the beginning.

"What is this?"

"A photo album?"

It wasn't until Kreacher opened the photo album that everyone finally knew what it was.

"Wow, Kreacher, that took quite a bit of effort, didn't it?"

There are all kinds of photos in it, or to be more precise, all kinds of photos of moments that are very important to everyone.

There were pictures of Jack and Natasha's wedding, pictures of Lydia receiving the Royal Order that Kreacher had cut out of a newspaper, and many more.

"Kreacher, you are really amazing."

"You are awesome. It must have taken a lot of effort on your part."

Kreacher was so successful that he blushed at everyone's praise, but what Kreacher was more curious about was the connection between his photo album and what Andrew was going to take out next?

"Take this for example." Andrew took out a photo of Jack and Natasha's wedding from the album.

"I want to look like this..." Andrew took the ring on his right index finger and tapped it lightly on the photo.

The ring emitted a bright light instantly, and then projected the scene at that time like a projection.

"Wow!"

"Wonderful."

"It's like reliving that scene again." Natasha said as she gently hugged Jake's arm.

In the solemn church, the bride in a snow-white wedding dress and the groom in an elegant suit became husband and wife in the presence of everyone.

The bride and groom in the film kissed before taking the oath, and in reality, Natasha and Joke kissed again, just like they did in the scene.

...............

"Your ring is quite interesting." Lucino held up Andrew's wrist, looked at the ring on his finger, and said.

"Lucchino, you know what? If you were Lucas, I would probably have pulled my hand back right now, because he would probably try to snatch the ring from my hand." Andrew said speechlessly.

He didn't know if it was because Lucino was always hanging out with Lucas, but he felt that Lucino's actions were becoming more and more like Lucas's.

“Haha, you’re right.” But at least Lucchino won’t really become a research maniac like Lucas. He at least has some sense of propriety.

"Hey, you guys..." Naib had already put the suitcase flat on the ground out of boredom and sat on it, "How long are we going to stay here? I don't want to sleep on the dusty ground."

………………

After everything was settled, Frederick found a dusty piano while strolling around the So Manor. Although there was still a lot of dust on the piano cover, the keys were very clean, and it seemed that someone played it frequently.

Frederick pressed the keys gently, and the sound of the piano came out from under his fingers.

Bradrick sat down and started playing the piano. He had just tried a few times and the scale of the piano had been adjusted.

The beautiful and clear sound of the piano resounded throughout the manor.

When Frederick came out of the world of music, he found that there were already quite a few people around him.

"Very good, Mr. Frederick." The novelist walked up slowly and said to Frederick, "You look younger than our composer, but you seem to be more talented than him."

Frederick didn't react much to this.

"But then again, don't you think your piano sound is a little bit, how should I put it? It's missing a little feeling?"

Although the novelist said this, his hands did not seem like he wanted to talk to Frederick about music, because he pressed his entire palm on the piano keys, and a noise was heard.

How did the novelist do this on purpose? He thought that Frederick in another world was the same as the composer here, but he never expected that...

"Listen if you want to! If you don't want to, get out of my way!"

With a loud "bang", Frederick pressed the key cover hard on the piano key. If the novelist had not moved his hand quickly, his finger bones would have been broken.

"Listen to me, novelist." Frederick turned around and stood up, staring at the novelist and saying that. The way he looked made the novelist feel like he was being stared at by a wolf with cold eyes.

"You have one minute left to escape. Otherwise, I guarantee that you will break several ribs and appear in front of others with a bloody face. You can only tell others that you fell down the stairs. Do you want to give it a try?"

Frederick had long seen that the novelist came here deliberately to pick a fight. For such a person, he could make some harsh words, but he also didn't have to do more than just make harsh words.

...............

In the end, the novelist left and Frederick won.

Frederick was obviously very happy about his victory in the "duel". He sat there and played the piano for a while before leaving.

But fortunately, there was no one in the room, otherwise when Frederick pressed the last piano key, the expression in his eyes would definitely scare the people around him.

Frederick's life principle was that he would take revenge on the spot and would never wait until the next day.

...............

It turns out that if a novelist doesn't calm down for a while, he's no longer a novelist.

That night, when the survivors were having a group meal, he had a brief conversation with everyone. What Frederick looked like during the day.

"I just said that he was really like that...what's wrong with you guys?"

The novelist turned his head and saw Frederick standing behind him with a smile on his face. He didn't know how much he had heard.

Frederick kept a proper smile on his face, then he grabbed the back of the chair where the novelist was sitting with one hand and swung it to the side.

The novelist was nearly thrown to the ground along with his chair, and then he understood why Frederick wanted to make him look to the side in this way.

Frederick simply picked up an empty chair next to him and threw it towards the window, breaking the glass and throwing it out of the window.

The survivors around were all frightened by Frederick's appearance.

The novelist was the same. When he turned his gaze from the broken window to Frederick, he realized that Fred's expression had already turned cold.

However, Frederick did not do anything else. He just reached out and straightened the novelist's chair, as if nothing had happened.

Frederick originally wanted to stop there. He wanted to walk out of the restaurant which had become unusually quiet because of his actions just now. But after walking a few steps, he thought about it and still felt unsatisfied, so...

The novelist, who had just recovered from the shock, was about to pick up the wine glass in front of him and take a sip of wine to calm his nerves, but...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Frederick rushed back, grabbed the novelist, lifted him above his head, and threw him out of the broken window.

The action was so fast that it was not until the novelist fell that his screams made the other survivors react and they all ran to the window to see what had happened to the novelist.

"Next time you speak, you'd better wash your mouth clean for me, bitch!!!"

Frederick stood by the window, looking at the novelist lying on the first floor with a ferocious expression. After he gave him the middle finger, he finally calmed down and left.

But the series of events that just happened obviously made all the survivors around them lose their minds. What? Was the person who just cursed the composer from another world? How could he be so strong with such a small body? How could he lift the novelist and throw him away? What on earth just happened? How did the novelist offend him?

...........................

The novelist lying on the floor on the first floor was also lying on the floor doubting his life.

Should I tell you or not? Frederick really kept his promise, and now the novelist really had several broken ribs, his face was covered in blood, and he really fell from the building.

And it was also obvious that the survivors upstairs were successfully stunned by Frederick's appearance just now.

Originally, the survivors were just using each other and relying on each other. Now there is really no need to provoke an angry lion for the sake of an object of use.

So now the novelist can only lie on the ground on the first floor until after midnight, when everything in the manor, including the survivors' injuries, has returned to normal, and then he can get up from the ground.