Personality V: I will save everything

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"I noticed that you feel uncomfortable if you don't cause trouble for a day."

The reason was simple: Frederick discovered that the novelist was talking bad about him behind his back when he wasn't paying attention.

But this time, Frederick wanted to take a softer approach.

The reason was simple. Sister Lydia had already warned him seriously that he needed to adjust the way he handled things, otherwise she would give him a case of mania.

“No...listen to me...listen to my explanation..." Talking bad about someone behind their back is scary if the person involved finds out about it, not to mention that Frederick is the kind of guy who is not easy to mess with.

The novelist really doesn't want to go through the experience of being thrown from a building again.

“Explain what explanation!!!!! Garbage!!! Damn it!!!! Stinky mice in the sewer!!!!! Disgusting slut!!!! Waste that nobody wants even if it's thrown into the trash can!!!!”

As it turned out, Frederick was still very receptive to advice, but even if he didn't take any action, he could have almost killed the novelist with just his words.

“Others lose fat while you lose brain cells. If cannibals open your mind, you have to shake your head and leave. If you can't speak, just close your stinky mouth. I don't want to know how foolish you are.”

Once Frederick started swearing, he seemed unable to stop.

“You are a person who wastes food alive and pollutes the air when you die. I can hardly find any merit in you.”

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In the following minutes, the novelist was forced to endure Frederick's two-hour-long, highly saturated attack of trash talk.

The novelist really feels from the bottom of his heart that someone like Frederick must be particularly suitable for their manor game. He is really very suitable. Not to mention teammates...even supervisors can be scolded to death by him.

(┯_┯)

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In the end, it was the forward and batsman who had been following Frederick who carried away the novelist, who was almost having a heart attack due to Frederick's scolding.

By the way, when Frederick was cursing, the forwards and batsmen were completely in a state of not daring to say a word. They were really afraid that if they made the slightest noise, Frederick would point the finger at them.

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"That's what happened to me all day today."

After he finished speaking, Frederick gulped down a large glass of water. He had really expended a lot of saliva when he scolded the novelist just now.

"............." After being silent for a few minutes, Joke finally came to a conclusion, "Frederick, I really doubt the bipolar disorder that Lydia wants to order for you. Do you really need it?"

My goodness! Where did Frederick, who used to be as well-behaved as a platinum-colored kitten, go? How can he look like a kitten now? He looks more like a mad lion!

"I don't need that kind of stuff. It's the novelist who really deserves to be scolded."

Although it was just a joke, in a sense, Frederick was telling the truth.

"But you can't just go up and beat them up, or scold them. Let alone us. Hasn't the owner of the manor already taught you a lesson?"

Sure enough, only mentioning "owner of the manor" can make Frederick obedient.

"But... I just don't like that approach, where you tolerate it on the surface and then settle the score later. I prefer to avenge my grudge right away."

When Frederick said this, there was even a hint of tears in his voice. He felt a little aggrieved, but he just preferred to take revenge on the spot. Was there anything wrong with doing so?

"Oh, okay, okay~~" Seeing Frederick like this, Joke had no way to continue, "It's just that we hope you can understand, Frederick........."

Joke gently held Frederick in his arms.

"Your way of taking revenge on the spot may indeed make you feel very relieved at the time, but you will never be able to understand people's hearts. Doing this will likely make you many enemies. The manor has given you protection, but it cannot protect you forever. Sooner or later, you will need to grow up."

"I understand, Brother Qiao Ke, I will try to change."

Frederick nestled quietly in Jack's arms, just like when he was a child.

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"Hey, I'm not lying, why would I lie to you?"

Kreacher was a little confused. He said to the spider, the savage and the acrobat, "Valletta is a ballet dancer in their place. Is there anything strange about that?"

"Are you... telling the truth?" The spider raised its head and asked in its somewhat hoarse voice.

"............" Kreacher looked at the spider, pursed his lips, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

But he finally responded, “Yes, I’m telling the truth.”

At that moment, Spider seemed to understand something. Listening to what Kreacher said and looking at the way Kreacher looked at her, she seemed to understand why the clown and the dancer from another world would touch her mask with heartache when they saw her for the first time.

"You should be a dancer, standing under the spotlight and receiving everyone's cheers and applause." Even Naib looked at Spider and said.

After Naib became familiar with the manor, he chose to stay indoors.

Because... because he was really afraid that he would meet everyone in this manor... meet his "family members" who did not live a perfect life, and see the suffering happening to them, he was really afraid that he would go crazy.

So, in order to prove it to the spiders in this world, Kreacher and Neb pulled Andrew over.

"Take a good look at what you look like in another world."

Andrew tapped the photos in Kreacher's collection gently with the ring, and the ring reflected a short video of when the photos were taken.

On the dazzling stage, they danced gracefully to the melody of the music, and every movement was precise, smooth and natural, as if the whole world was integrated into this wonderful dance.

The audience was mesmerized and responded with thunderous applause and deafening cheers. At this moment, Valletta and Natasha became the focus of the audience, their beauty and talent were amazing.

"You two are the best ballerinas we have, Sister Valletta and Sister Natasha!"

Andrew looked at the image and uttered this heartfelt word of praise.

Indeed, they not only have excellent dancing skills, but also have an innate noble temperament. Whether on stage or in life, they always maintain a proud attitude, with their heads held high, like two shining stars.

Their elegant manners seemed to be ingrained in their bones, and their every move showed their elegance. Whenever they received enthusiastic applause, they always smiled and responded to the audience's love and support in the most appropriate way.

"The proud dancers are like white swans, never lowering their heads."

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the other side,

Natasha hugged the "crybaby" of this world in her arms with heartache.

The child's limbs had already turned the grayish-white color of a deceased person, and his body was as cold as ice. Natasha knew the child was dead just by looking at him.

As for the strange sack on the child's head, Natasha already knew what it meant, because the child no longer had a head, and the sack was his last cover.

“Wuwuwuwuwu….”

Natasha knelt on the ground, hugging the "crybaby" with heartache, and her tears kept falling on the sack on the "crybaby's" head.

The "crybaby" felt very strange. Why was this dancer from another world hugging him and crying?

The reason is actually very simple. Do you remember what Natasha said to those orphans when she was pregnant with Stellan and Inara?

[She couldn't be the mother of all of them, but she could at least give them some motherly love. ]

Natasha did exactly that.

So now, looking at Robbie, who should have been running happily on the grass of the manor, who should have grown up and was about to become an adult, but has become what he is now, skinny and lifeless, Natasha really couldn't stop her tears.

Why? Robbie was supposed to grow up... wasn't he?

"You are here after all." Since the first day he arrived at this manor, Jack noticed that Natasha's mood has been not right. There are too many things here that can make Natasha sad.

But Jack did not blame his lover too much for her behavior. On the contrary, he could understand Natasha's feelings very well.

The only thing Joke could do was to walk forward and hug Natasha and "Crybaby" tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't cry, mom and dad are here."

dad? Mother?

It has been a long time since "Crybaby" heard these two words.

"Crybaby"'s memory of his biological parents is so vague that he even regards every man and woman he meets as his father and mother.

But that was just imagination. The person he used as an imaginary template would not come forward to hug him like his real parents.

But... this time it was different, he was finally embraced by his "imagination template".

Natasha gently reached out and stroked Robbie's back over and over again just as she comforted Stellan and Inara.

"......"

Just when "Crybaby" opened his mouth and tried to shout out those two names.

"Why are you guys acting so affectionate here? It's so disgusting......" Before the lawyer could finish his words, he was greeted with a solid slap in the face by the dancer.

Natasha's slap was so powerful that it even knocked the lawyer's glasses off.

Natasha's face was very gloomy and her eyes were more aggressive than ever.

"Keep your mouth shut! No one can bully my child!"

Even though there were still traces of tears on Natasha's face, in the eyes of the "crybaby", she looked the bravest in the world at this moment.

A mother who protects her children is always the bravest.

"Hey, I told you to stop being so mad... the lawyer said that..."

The magician also didn't finish his words, but Jack didn't slap him. Instead, he punched him in the stomach.

The magician was beaten by Jack and couldn't get up on the spot.

"Shut your mouth! Otherwise I won't show mercy next time."

Looking at Joke and Natasha who were standing in front of him to protect him.

The "crybaby" quietly stretched out his hand towards the shadows of the two of them on the ground, and finally the shadows of the three of them merged, just like a father and mother holding their children's hands.

On the long journey home, who is crying?

"Dad, mom."