Personality V: I will save everything

"By the way, is this what your undertaker looks like?"

The batsman's eye twitched as he looked in the direction where Jack had just carried Carl away.

That scary murderer who looked like a corpse actually looked like that?

"Oh, about that............"

Of course it was because the owner of the manor doted on him too much, because he was the owner's child.

But of course, Valletta is not a fool, so he certainly wouldn't say such a thing.

Violetta thought about it and said it in a different way, "Carl actually came to the manor when he was a baby. The owner of the manor basically raised him as his own child, so he was raised a little bit... um..."

Violetta spread her palms towards the direction where Carl and Jack had just left, indicating that this was the reason why Carl was like this now.

"Wait a minute." The sorcerer grasped the key point of Valletta's words, "I have been coming to the manor since I was a baby, to a place like this."

"Hey, ours is much better than yours." As a dignified person, Frederick couldn't stand others judging the manor in this way. It was his beloved home and he would not allow anyone to criticize it.

Having witnessed the fighting power of Frederick from another world, the survivors chose to shut up. No one wanted to provoke him, then be scolded by him and thrown down from the building.

But what Frederick said was indeed true. Although I had not seen it with my own eyes, judging from the behavior of the people in the other manor, it was indeed a good place, at least better than here.

"By the way, can you help us share some of the burden?" Luchino picked up a few candies from the ground and handed them to the survivors.

"We can't finish them, and we can't return them to Carl. If we keep them here, they will go bad."

The candies in Carl's backpack were definitely kept for himself. There was absolutely no way that there were any weird things mixed in them.

"Oh, thank you for the sweet candies." The cheerleader was the first to choose to accept the candies. As a little girl who was not yet an adult, she just liked these sweet things.

However, after handing out the candy, Luchino stared at the cheerleader for a short while.

"Karl would be sad if he saw you like this," Luchino muttered quietly.

"Ah, what did you say?"

"nothing."

Lily in their world was also one of Carl's friends. If Carl saw that the sister who played with him became like this, he would definitely be sad...

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the other side,

Carl sat obediently on the bed, watching Jack help him pack his luggage.

"What are these things you brought?"

The more Jack packed, the more he found the things Carl brought inexplicable.

Just now in the hall, Jack simply opened Carl's suitcase and rummaged through it briefly. He never thought that there were so many things hidden under those clothes.

"Dolls? Fairy tale books? And diamond jewelry? Are you kidding me? Carl, we're not here to play."

At least bring one or two weapons with you. Why bring so many useless things?

Just as Jack was complaining and packing his luggage, he suddenly felt his hand touching something made of a strange material.

After taking this thing out again, Jack felt his eyes almost popped out at that moment.

Oh my god, Carl has a bug in this card?

The reason is very simple, because...Karl actually stuffed the black umbrella into his luggage and took it along. You heard it right, it was the black umbrella that Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu were boarding with.

"It's okay..." Karl took the black umbrella from Jack and stroked it gently. "I've told Uncle Fan Wujiu and Uncle Xie Bian that you shouldn't come out unless it's absolutely necessary."

“..............” Jack opened his mouth again and again. He didn’t know how to explain this to Carl.

In fact, the very existence of this black umbrella is a problem.

You know, the survivors and supervisors here must have seen the black umbrella of the Soul of the Umbrella. Now Carl is holding an identical black umbrella in his hand. Even a fool would know what this is.

(=_=)

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"Huh? You ask me why?" Kreacher was walking in the corridor when he was inexplicably stopped by the "philanthropist" of this world. The first thing the "philanthropist" did when he stopped him was to grab his collar and ask "Why?"

Philanthropists have too many "whys" to ask

Why do you look so happy?

Why aren't the children afraid of you?

Why do you seem to be the center of everyone?

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

The Philanthropist became more and more agitated, and he even grabbed Kreacher by the collar and began to bang his head against the wall.

Such a big commotion naturally attracted other people.

"What are you doing?!" Lydia was the first to rush out and pushed the "philanthropist" away with force.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"what happened?"

Luchino and Violetta, who appeared next, didn't know what happened, but when they saw Kreacher slumped against the wall, covering the back of his head, they felt that something was wrong.

"Kreacher! Oh, my God." Violetta screamed and ran over to check on Kreacher.

However, the "philanthropist" was completely enraged. He rushed forward and even wanted to push the two ladies to the ground together, but was stopped by Lucchino.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?!" Luchino grabbed the "philanthropist" by the neck and pushed him against the opposite wall.

Luchino could tolerate anything except bullying his "family". In his excessive excitement, half of Luchino's face had become covered with scales. The hand that grabbed the "philanthropist" had long since turned into a monster's claw.

"Hahaha! I knew it! You guys are monsters too!"

The "philanthropist" laughed wildly as if he had discovered something huge.

However, after laughing wildly, he stared at Kreacher opposite him.

At this time, Kreacher was surrounded by Valletta and Lydia, who were checking the injury on the back of Kreacher's head.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, Kreacher had no time to resist, causing his head to hit the wall hard, and now it was even starting to bleed.

"Oh my God! Kreacher! You're bleeding!" Violetta said very worriedly. She wanted to help Kreacher treat the wound, but she was afraid that she didn't know how to do it and would instead aggravate Kreacher's injury.

"It's okay, it's just a minor wound." Kreacher touched the back of his head and found blood on his fingers, but he still felt that it was nothing. The injuries he suffered in his daily life to earn extra money were much more serious than this.

"You can't say that." Lydia objected to Kreacher, "Your injury is on your head after all, and if the wound is not treated, it is likely to get infected. I'll take you to get it treated."

After Lydia finished speaking, she grabbed Kreacher's hand and wanted to take him to deal with it, but she was stopped by the sudden roar of the "philanthropist".

"Why?! Why?! That guy is exactly like me! But you can treat him like this?!"

This guy is exactly like me, he is myself from another world, but why can he get everyone's care and respect?

But I am like a rat in a sewer, despised and hated by everyone.

Why? !

"Why? Do you want to know why?"

Such a loud noise had already attracted Frederick. He had been standing at the corner without showing up. He just wanted to see what this farce was all about.

But now he had to come forward.

Although Frederick looked like he didn't want to be approached by strangers, in fact, he had already found out a lot of information from this manor through indirect means.

After all, they were all the people he was most familiar with. He knew what they liked and how they looked so that he could get information from them. For Frederick, it was too easy.

"Let me tell you why..."

Frederick slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at the "philanthropist" who was still being strangled by Lucchino.

"Because you are a worm in the sewer, a mouse in the garbage dump, never able to e to the table, disgusting, and should be forever despised."

Then, Frederick changed the subject and spoke in a very gentle tone.

"But Kreacher is different. He is a real director of an orphanage. He loves every child there. The most luxurious thing he has for himself is to smoke a cigarette of the lowest quality. He gives the orphans all the best. He deserves respect."

After Frederick finished speaking, he took Kreacher and Lydia away.

“He’s absolutely right,” Lucchino agreed, even though Frederick had already left.

"You know what? If I want to, I can strangle you to death right now, or even separate your head from your body." As Luchino spoke, he slowly increased the strength of his hands.

"But I won't do that. The owner of the manor once told me that my hands are for experiments and to protect my family. Besides, your face really reminds me of Kreacher, and I can't strangle him to death."

After saying that, Luchino loosened his hand and let the "philanthropist" slowly slide to the ground.

The "philanthropist" covered his neck and coughed violently.

Luchino still left deep purple marks on his neck. After all, Luchino still wanted to teach him a lesson.

Luchino squatted down, grabbed the "philanthropist"'s hair hard, and forced him to look up.

"I don't want to understand what happened to you, nor do I want to know where your inexplicable jealousy comes from. I just want to tell you to stay away from my 'family'."

After saying that, Luchino pushed down hard and released the "philanthropist".

Looking at the other person leaving, the "philanthropist" vomited loudly.

Damn this guy, he's obviously also a monster, why is he pretending to be a good guy here?

Haha, "family"? Monsters and humans calling each other "family" is really disgusting.

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the other side,

"Kreacher, are you okay? You look so painful." Violetta's face showed deep worry and concern. She gently stroked Kreacher's shoulder, trying to give him some comfort.

"Don't worry, Violetta, it's just a scratch. I'll be fine, it's just a little injury." Kreacher smiled and comforted Violetta, but he felt warm in his heart.

"It's just a common scrape," Lydia said softly, carefully picking up a cotton ball with tweezers and gently wiping Kreacher's wound. She worked attentively, making sure every movement was precise and meticulous.

"Fortunately, there was no brain injury... You have to know, Kreacher, if you had done it at a wrong angle just now, it might have caused a concussion." Lydia said in a serious tone, with a hint of blame in her eyes.

As a doctor, Lydia always feels helpless and angry about patients who don't take their injuries seriously. They don't seem to care about their health and always treat their physical pain with an indifferent attitude.

"I understand, Lydia, thank you for your concern. But I'm really fine, this minor injury is nothing to me." Kreacher said sincerely. He understood Lydia's concerns, but this minor injury was really nothing to him.

In response, Lydia pressed the cotton ball hard on his wound.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

Now he is obedient.