Personality V: I will save everything

"Are these also your predictions?" Norton frowned and stared at the absurd farce being played out in front of him with suspicion. At the same time, he turned his head and looked straight at Eli who was standing behind him, his tone full of doubt and confusion.

Eli shrugged slightly, with a faint smile on his face, and responded calmly: "Who knows? Prophecy is an extremely mysterious existence! It is like the twinkling stars in the night sky, sometimes clearly visible, and sometimes hidden in the darkness."

Although he has lived in the manor for quite a long time, Eli's words are still like the clouds lingering in the mountains, making it difficult to grasp his true meaning.

Faced with Eli's vague and ambiguous answer, Norton shook his head helplessly, wondering in his heart whether he should continue asking.

After all, every time he tried to get a clear answer from Eli, what he ended up with was usually some more confusing words rather than a definite answer.

Thinking of this, Norton sighed and decided not to waste his time and energy exploring the deeper meaning behind Eli's words.

"Whatever, but anyway..." Norton was too lazy to argue with Eli anymore. He turned around and shouted to the people in the room, "Director, can you come over for a moment? There is something I want to tell you..."

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The factory manager was hurriedly called away by Norton, and the huge room became quiet in an instant. At this time, only the forward, the "philanthropist" and Eli were left in it.

Recalling the series of incredible things that had just happened, Qian Qian relied on his decent reasoning ability and finally pieced together the whole story.

It turned out that the culprit who pushed poor Kreacher down the stairs mercilessly was actually this seemingly harmless "philanthropist" in front of him!

This truth really shocked the forward. He could not imagine that such a cruel and terrible thing would come from the hands of a "philanthropist". You know, the world they live in is completely different from the other world. Life here is extremely fragile. Once you die, it means you will disappear forever and you can never be reborn again.

"I...I didn't expect it either..." At this moment, the "philanthropist" was as pale as paper, his body was trembling slightly, and his voice was full of fear and regret.

To be honest, even he himself did not understand why he could do such a cruel thing. Whenever he recalled that thrilling scene, he would feel waves of fear, as if an invisible force was tightly grasping his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

In the distant past, before entering this mysterious manor, the "philanthropist" was forced to take many illegal actions in order to survive in the cruel world.

Stealing, cheating, and fraud were commonplace to him. However, no matter how difficult life was, he always adhered to the bottom line in his heart that could not be crossed - never committing the crime of murder.

But even he himself could not explain clearly what made him push Kreacher down the steep stairs. At that moment, it seemed as if an invisible force controlled his hands and mind, making him lose his mind. What was even more outrageous was that at that time he even cursed Kreacher fiercely, hoping that he would break his neck on the spot and die.

Whenever he recalls this unbearable past, the "philanthropist" will feel a chill rising from his spine, and feel that there is a weird atmosphere everywhere. Putting aside other factors, his own character should be as cautious and timid as a mouse.

He had always been like a mouse hiding in a dark corner, always on tenterhooks, timid and fearful of the dazzling sunlight. For these mice who cannot stand the light, once accidentally exposed to the sunlight, only destruction and death await them.

But even if he found something wrong, who could the "philanthropist" tell? He couldn't tell anyone because no one would believe him.

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Eli stood quietly at the door of the room, carefully observing the every move of the man called "philanthropist" in the room. As time passed, he paid close attention to even the slightest changes in his expression and body movements. Finally, after a short but long period of time, when he was sure that nothing unusual had happened, Eli gently moved his feet and turned away alone.

He walked along the corridor with steady steps, as if to completely isolate himself from the outside world. The noise around him gradually faded away until it disappeared completely. Finally, he came to a remote and deserted corner and stopped.

Eli slowly raised his head and looked up at the ceiling, then slowly closed his eyes, put his hands together in front of his chest, and began to pray silently with an extremely pious look. However, all this was just an appearance. In fact, at this moment, Eli's heart was constantly calling out a name - the great dream master, the terrifying incarnation - the dream witch!

He thought to himself, "Dear Dream Witch, you clearly know the truth behind this world, but why don't you reveal even a little to the owner of the manor? Is there some unspeakable secret? Or do you have other intentions?"

Just like that, Eli continued to pray with concentration while thinking with full of doubts, hoping to get a response from the Dream Witch.

However, after waiting for a long time, what Eli heard was not the mysterious and majestic voice of the Dream Witch, but a sudden chill.

In an instant, a hand as cold as a thousand-year-old ice covered his eyes without warning. Although there was a thin layer of cloth eye mask in between, Eli could still clearly feel the bone-chilling coldness emanating from the hand, just like a huge piece of ice clinging tightly to his skin.

It was obvious that the Dream Witch's desire for Eli's eyes had not diminished at all. Especially Eli's eyes, which were so beautiful that they were breathtaking and dreamy.

She naturally didn't dare to act rashly towards the manor owner's eyes, after all, they were good friends who were as close as sisters. However, for a mere mortal like Eli, could she not touch his eyes?

"If you insist on doing this, I'm afraid the manor owner will be furious." This sentence sounded like a naked threat, but also like a kind reminder. Sure enough, after hearing this, the Dream Witch was unwilling to do so, but she still slowly retracted her outstretched hand.

“I know that this world exists, but at first I thought He just wanted to use it to make a comparison.”

This is just like when conducting scientific experiments, usually there is an experimental group and a control group. The Dream Witch originally believed that the world before her was a control group carefully created by the manor owner, which is why she chose to keep silent before.

But what she didn't expect was that the audacious man of the manor actually tried to rewrite the fate of everyone in each world. This was undoubtedly an almost crazy idea......

I have to admit that she is indeed her best friend! Such an imaginative and daring idea is truly amazing.

The crazier the method is, as if it could only be thought of by a madman. The more excited the Dream Witch is, and the crazier the thing is, the more she likes it.

After calming down a little, the Dream Witch gave Eli a piece of advice in a solemn and serious tone: "You must keep this in mind and stay away from the Lord in Yellow in this world!" These words were like a heavy rock pressing on Eli's heart.

As we all know, the mysterious Lord in Yellow has countless clones, which are scattered like stars in the vast universe. The Lord in Yellow that appears in the world we live in now is actually just one of the many clones.

In the world where the manor owner and others live, the true form of the Lord in Yellow exists.

However, surprisingly, this so-called original body seemed quite irresponsible. Its management level of its numerous clones was not good enough.

At least the clone in this world has completely lost contact with the original body, as if it has become an independent individual with unique thinking and consciousness.

But precisely because of this, the threat it poses becomes even greater.

"I see, thank you for your advice."

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the other side,

Kreacher dragged his exhausted body slowly back to the familiar yet slightly old orphanage.

When he appeared at the door, the originally noisy yard suddenly became quiet, followed by a burst of cheers. The children swarmed to Kreacher and surrounded him tightly, their faces filled with innocent smiles and joy that could not be concealed.

However, this cheerful atmosphere did not last long, because soon the children noticed something strange about Kreacher. They opened their big watery eyes wide, and tears began to well up in their eyes.

Kreacher had a thick bandage wrapped around his head, as if he had been through a fierce battle. His originally strong body now looked extremely thin, and every step he took seemed to take a huge amount of effort.

What is even more worrying is that one of his eyes has been replaced with a prosthetic eye made of glass, which reflects a cold light under the sunlight.

Kreacher in this state made people think of the thrilling fight between him and death, in which he had just escaped with a one-for-one fight.

Looking at the scarred and haggard man in front of them, the children felt so distressed that they stretched out their hands to touch his injured parts, but were afraid of hurting him. They could only surround him carefully and silently give him comfort and support.

"Oh, my God, good children, be good, be good, don't cry, uncle Dean doesn't feel any pain anymore~" Kreacher quickly squatted down to comfort the orphans who wanted to cry.

But when the children looked at Kreacher, they couldn't help but want to cry. The director was the best and most gentle person in the world. It was hard to imagine what he had been through during the time he was away from the orphanage.

"Okay, Beth, good girl, don't cry. Okay, Jerry, you're usually so strong, why are you starting to cry now? Henry! Wait a minute! Henry, where are you going?!"

Kreacher watched helplessly as Henry ran out into the street without looking back. He wanted to turn around and chase Henry, but if Kreacher ran away again, what would happen to these children who were still crying?

But fortunately, not long after, Henry came back by himself, uh... he brought someone back with him.

"Kreacher?! Oh my God! What the hell is happening to you?!"

Originally, Kreacher told him that he had to go out for a while and asked him to take care of the orphans. He found this matter itself very strange.

Servi knew Kreacher's character very well. He was not the kind of person who would just abandon an orphan and leave. If he left, it must be because of something very important.

Although he felt strange in his heart, Servi still agreed to Kreacher's request. However, Servi himself also needed to perform magic to make a living, so he could only rush back to the orphanage to take care of the orphans after the performance.

Henry was the smartest orphan among them, so Servi told Henry to go to the magic theater to find him immediately if he had any problems.

Just now, he had just finished performing a grand magic trick and returned to the backstage. Before he even had time to drink a sip of water, he saw Henry running towards him in a panic and telling him that something had happened.

Seeing the tears in Henry's eyes, Severe immediately realized that something might have happened, something that these children couldn't handle. He hurried to the orphanage, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.

why?

This is the question Servi wants to ask most.

Why is Kreacher, such a gentle person, never treated well by this world?