Personality V: I will save everything

"You really have grown up, Carl."

Jack gave Carl a truthful evaluation after recruiting mercenaries and listening to his next plan.

I didn’t expect that the little guy who walked unsteadily back then has now grown up into someone who can make his own plans.

"Well, first of all, Brother Mercenary, do you know anyone else who can be called over in the same way?"

That’s right, the mercenary is also in this room. To be exact, ever since he made a deal with Carl, he and Carl have been basically inseparable.

After all, although the mercenary already knew Carl's true identity, Carl's naive and weak appearance made it difficult for the mercenary to feel at ease.

After all, if the "employer" dies, it will be difficult to get the "remuneration".

"As far as I know... probably... the perfumer, the painter, and... the Soul of the Umbrella and the photographer from the Supervisor's side should be all suitable."

These people entered the manor for various reasons, but the root cause was that they had all lost their most important family members.

"Eh?" Carl tilted his head in a strange way. "Hasn't Uncle Claude always lived with Uncle Joseph?"

In fact, it’s not really Karl’s fault for asking such a question. After all, Joseph was the first person to arrive at the manor, even earlier than Karl, who was still a baby.

The owner of the manor at that time had fulfilled Joseph's wish and resurrected Claude.

Claude has returned, and Joseph doesn't want to talk about what happened in the past anymore. Claude also noticed what his brother was thinking, and didn't mention it again. The owner of the manor simply felt that there was no need to talk about such things.

You don’t say it, I don’t say it, and he doesn’t say it.

Therefore, in Carl's impression, Uncle Joseph has always been with Uncle Claude. Aren't they always together?

But after asking this question, Carl also reacted.

"Then next, choose Uncle Joseph from another world. I don't want him to be sad."

Even though Uncle Joseph sometimes confiscated his candy and forced him to eat the broccoli and carrots he hated, he was still a good elder and Carl didn't want to see him sad.

"Okay, in that case, I already understand the situation. Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to solve this problem." The mercenary nodded solemnly, thinking in his heart how to act to successfully attract the photographer. In fact, if you think about it carefully, this matter is not difficult or easy, but there is always a way to do it.

"In summary, please lend me a photo." The mercenary slowly stretched out his right hand to the front, aiming at Kreacher who was standing not far away. You know, since he joined, he has seen many of the photos collected by Kreacher.

Among these numerous photos, a considerable number were taken by the photographer and his younger brother together.

Just pick out a picture at random and put it in front of the photographer, I believe it will be enough to drive him crazy.

After all, that was his younger brother whom he missed day and night.

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the other side,

The gardener was carrying his old and somewhat bulky toolbox, walking slowly in the quiet corridor. At this moment, Kreacher was also walking from the other direction, with his head down and hurried steps, as if he was worried about something.

This should have been just a normal passing by, and they both tacitly chose to pretend not to see each other. However, fate always likes to play tricks on people inadvertently.

A loud "swish!" sound broke the brief silence. It turned out that due to long-term frequent use and lack of maintenance, the buckle on the gardener's toolbox, which had long been rusted, finally couldn't bear the pressure and broke completely.

In an instant, all the tools in the box ran away happily like elves being released, and rolled everywhere.

Screwdrivers, wrenches, hammers...these companions that are inseparable from the gardener on weekdays are now like naughty children, rolling on the ground and making clanging sounds.

Some rolled to the corner of the wall, some stayed in the middle of the road, and some even jumped onto the floor on the first floor.

"Oh, God!" Now, Kreacher had no choice but to pretend that he didn't see the other person.

In fact, Kreacher himself didn't know why the gardener seemed to hate him.

To be fair, although I can’t say that our relationship is very good, but in my own world, my relationship with Lisa is pretty good.

But since the other party doesn't like him, Kreacher doesn't want to curry favor with the other party, so he has chosen to ignore him these days.

"Oh my God, be careful, come and take a look at me."

Kreacher squatted down and helped the gardener pick up the scattered tools from the ground, while reaching out to ask the gardener for her toolbox, wanting to help her check it to see if it could be repaired.

The gardener just looked at Kreacher in silence, but still handed him the broken toolbox.

After a careful inspection, Kreacher came to the conclusion, "Hmm...it's fairly repairable. Leave it to me. It's easy. I have the tools here."

Everything was just as Kreacher had said, it was really easy. In less than five minutes, Kreacher had helped the gardener fix her toolbox.

"Thank you, Mr. Pearson," the gardener thought for a moment, then added, "You have a very skillful hand."

However, this seemingly ordinary sentence made Kreacher reveal information that was as devastating as the gardener's.

"That's right! You can't imagine how naughty and troublesome the little ones in my orphanage are. For example, last time, Jamie was so bold that he took down the door of the hall! Oh, you can't imagine how long I spent alone to fix it before I finally got it done."

As Kreacher spoke, he shook his head helplessly, his face full of fatigue and helplessness.

Recalling the scene of that day, Kreacher still felt like it was a nightmare. He still couldn't figure out how the group of children could have knocked down such a big door while playing. When facing the fallen door, Kreacher felt a headache.

You know, he was the only one there at the time! And the door was really heavy, so heavy that Kreacher was worried. But there was no other way, someone had to solve this problem, right?

So, Kreacher gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and used his shoulder to hold the crumbling door tightly, while his hands kept groping, trying to find the fallen screws and trying his best to screw them back in place.

Every screw seemed to be against Kreacher, either slipping and not obeying, or finally aligning the screw hole but still not being able to be screwed in. Kreacher was sweating and panting with exhaustion, but he still refused to give up.

He squatted down to adjust the angle, then stood on tiptoe and stretched his arms to reach the screws higher up. He was busy like an ant on hot pan.

"Then the door fell down and hit me hard on the head."

When Kreacher said this, he even reached out and rubbed his head. It seemed that the pain from that day was still lingering.

To be honest, when the door fell down, Kreacher even saw an angel waving at him.

"That door nearly killed me, and then..."

Kreacher looked at the gardener, but ultimately did not tell him what happened next.

because...........

Later, Clichy was really at his wit's end, so he ran back to the manor and called Leo, the gardener, and Lucchino, who were strong and good at maintenance, to help him put the door back in place.

But Kreacher certainly couldn't say such words, at least not in front of the gardener, so Kreacher changed his approach.

"Later... I called a few more helpers to help me put the door back together. You don't know, it took the four of us nearly an hour to put that door back in place."

Kreacher forced a smile on his face. He knew that his words were very stiff and his excuse was very fake.

It was not until then that Kreacher finally took a closer look at Lisa in this world, or rather the gardener.

A worn straw hat, an apron stained with gasoline and dirt, and eyes that looked cloudy and confused.

This is not what Lisa should look like. She should be wearing a beautiful dress, running happily in the garden, with a smile on her face, like a beautiful elf growing among the sunshine and flowers. This is what she should look like.

That beautiful elf shouldn't look like this, or rather, what happened to make her look like this?

"............." Kreacher caressed the gardener's cheek with heartache. It was not until he put his hand on it that he realized what he had done.

"Ah!!! I'm so sorry!!! I was so rude!!!"

Kreacher pulled his hand back quickly as if he had been electrocuted.

Kreacher's hand was pulled away quickly enough, or perhaps the gardener kept his head down the whole time, so Kreacher didn't notice the extreme hatred and murderous intent that flashed in the gardener's eyes when his hand touched the gardener.

"I'm really, really sorry. I couldn't help myself......"

Klee really didn't know how to explain it. He knew how to deal with problems between children, but he didn't know how to comfort this familiar yet unfamiliar girl.

"It's okay, Mr. Pearson, thank you for your concern." The gardener gave Kreacher a bright smile.

This trick is obviously very effective, at least it is very effective for the "philanthropists" in this world, but......

".............." Kreacher just opened his mouth slightly and looked at the gardener with shocked and indescribable eyes.

There might be shock, sadness, and confusion in Kreacher's eyes, but there was definitely not the dirty look that the "philanthropist" had when he looked at the gardener.

"................." Kreacher closed his eyes and opened his mouth again and again. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at the gardener and spoke his true feelings, "Miss Gardener... Please don't pretend to laugh anymore, okay? I hope you can smile from the bottom of your heart."

"And...if what I just did makes you feel disgusted, then I apologize to you again. I am really sorry. It's just that in my world...you are a very good, beautiful and happy little girl. You often help me take care of the flowers and plants in the orphanage, so we have a pretty good relationship. I'm sorry that I couldn't help but do that just now."

After saying that, Kreacher bowed deeply to the gardener and left quickly.

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Kreacher ran forward like a frightened beast. His chest rose and fell violently, as if there was an irresistible force deep in his heart driving him forward. However, even he himself did not know where this impulse came from, and he just let his legs carry his body blindly rushing towards the unknown front.

Finally, when he stopped panting, he realized that his cheeks were already soaked with tears. The warm liquid slid down his face uncontrollably, falling drop by drop onto the ground.

"Eh?" Kreacher raised his hand blankly, gently touching the wetness on his palm, his face full of confusion. He slowly turned his head and looked at the window on the side of the corridor. Through the thin glass, he saw his blurry and faint reflection.

"Kreacher, why are you crying? You are just a thief who will do anything to achieve your goal. You are as disgusting as a rat living in the sewer and covered in dirt. What right do you have to cry? You should only care about yourself. What happens to other people has nothing to do with you? Stop crying! It's really disgusting!"

Even though he was mocking himself so harshly, Kreacher's tears were surging more and more like a flood breaking through a dam.

They flowed out from his eye sockets continuously, as if wanting to vent all his pain and grievances.

From this moment on, Kreacher was no longer just Kreacher, he was a living person.