Personality V: I will save everything

Four hours later......

Kreacher's heart was burning with anger at this moment. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could rush up and give this hateful guy a good beating. (*￣m￣)

However, in stark contrast to Kreacher, Servi seemed particularly relaxed and happy, even humming a little tune, as if all this had nothing to do with him. It was really infuriating! ～～～～(￣▽￣～)~～～

"Alright, get out of here as fast as you can! Don't get in my way here!" Kreacher roared at Servi angrily, "Are you a dog?!"

At the same time, he bent down and picked up the artificial eye that Servi had casually thrown on the ground.

At this moment, Servi, who had never paid much attention to this artificial eye, suddenly discovered that this artificial eye actually had exquisite carvings, and it did not look like a random inferior product.

Kreacher carefully picked up the artificial eye from the dirty ground, and after carefully examining it, he was secretly glad: Fortunately, it was not broken, but only stained with a little dust. As long as he cleaned it a little, he could put it back into his eye socket.

Just as Kreacher was concentrating on checking the artificial eye in his hand, Servi's cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "Hey, what's wrong with your eyes? Why do you need this kind of artificial eye?"

"It's none of your business..." Kreacher stopped talking halfway.

He almost made the same excuse he had said countless times as usual - "It's none of your business."

However, this time when facing Servi, for some reason, he felt an urge to tell the truth.

"I made a deal with my blue eye, so now I can only replace it with a fake eye made of glass." Kreacher took a deep breath and finally stopped hiding it.

Hearing this, Servi's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "What deal?"

Kreacher lowered his head slightly, his eyes dodging a little, but he still mustered up the courage to continue, "It was... a poor girl. That terrible fire devoured everything mercilessly, and her father was burned to a bloody mess. It was horrible to see. Seeing that scene, I really couldn't remain indifferent."

"So I traded my blue eye in exchange for healthy skin for her father. Fortunately, the operation was successful and the father recovered. In order to express his gratitude to me, he made this glass prosthetic eye for me."

After saying this, Kreacher breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge rock that had been weighing on his heart for a long time had finally fallen to the ground.

Servi listened quietly with a complex expression on his face, including shock, emotion, and a hint of indescribable admiration.

However, the more surging emotion in my heart was an indescribable sense of weirdness. Kreacher's words seemed to be directly taken from a fairy tale book, absurd and confusing.

"Kreacher, your words sound like..." Servi stopped talking abruptly.

Because at this moment, he suddenly remembered, as if it were a revelation, who was the real sponsor behind this orphanage - the mysterious man named Jose Badem, a man who was said to have a close connection with heaven and God.

In an instant, Servi suddenly realized that all of Kreacher's unusual behaviors before seemed to have found a reasonable explanation at this moment.

So, Servi slowly lowered his head, his eyes fell on Kreacher again, and after staring for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he whispered softly: "Kreacher...it turns out that you are really an angel who has come to the world~~~~"

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the other side,

Even though Mike had prepared himself mentally, when he actually faced the clown, at that moment, he was still shocked like a storm in his heart.

The clown in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined! He had expected to see a hideous, horrifying image, but what he actually saw was a colorful yet eerie makeup.

The clown's face was painted with oil paint, half of it was covered in white, and the other half was bright red, and his lips were drawn in an exaggerated arc, as if he always had an elusive smile on his face. And his eyes were like deep black holes, as if they could suck in people's souls.

And if you look closely, you will find that even thick oil paint cannot cover the hideous scars on the clown's face, the rotten and smelly face, and the cotton thread that sewed the rotten face to his original face are still on it.

Mike stared at the clown blankly, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and after a long time he managed to squeeze out the words with difficulty: "Senior..." However, the voice was as soft as the flapping of mosquito wings, so weak that even he could hardly hear it.

At this moment, Mike was completely shocked by the mysterious and oppressive aura emanating from the clown.

Mike hesitated for a long time, but finally decided not to ask and left.

But who else could he ask besides his seniors?

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"This is what happened, Spider, can you tell me what happened?" Mike slowly squatted down and carefully adjusted his posture to ensure that he could keep his eyes level with the spider in front of him.

He asked softly, his eyes sincere and firm, staring closely at the huge and clumsy body of the spider.

The spider trembled slightly, as if it was at a loss. It opened its mouth, but only made a series of unclear sounds: "Ah... this... this..." Obviously, the spider was very hesitant about whether to tell the truth.

That thing, that word, is a taboo for the acrobats in their world. The other party will get angry if it is mentioned.

Mike was keenly aware of Spider's inner uneasiness, and he quickly spoke to comfort him: "Spider, don't be afraid! Just tell me everything you know. After all, I'm not an acrobat in your world, and those so-called taboos are meaningless to me. And I really have no idea what happened here, which is why I'm so eager to ask you."

After saying that, Mike gently extended his hand towards the spider, as if he wanted to convey warmth and trust to her.

Finally, Spider stood there, struggling and tangling in her heart. Her eyes flickered, as if she was thinking about whether she should tell Mike the terrible truth. After a long and difficult ideological struggle, Spider finally made up her mind.

She slowly approached Mike and said in a trembling voice: "Mike, I think I have to tell you the truth. About that horrible night... People call it 'Moon River Massacre Night'."

Mike's eyes widened as he stared at the spider nervously, waiting for it to continue.

Spider took a deep breath and continued, "It all started with that damn guy Serge. He actually secretly poured highly corrosive acid into the Joker's makeup! This action directly destroyed the Joker's already weird face. At that moment, the long-hidden demon in the Joker's heart was completely awakened. He picked up the extremely sharp chainsaw like crazy, and then locked the gate of Moon River Amusement Park without hesitation. From then on, a bloody massacre began."

Hearing this, Mike's face turned pale as paper. He couldn't help but cover his mouth tightly with his hands, for fear that he would scream out of fear.

Spider continued to describe the horrific scene: "The clown was like a crazy killing machine, chopping anyone he saw. His eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent, and he would not let go of any life that appeared in his sight. No matter whether it was the elderly, children, men or women, as long as he could see them, no one was spared. The entire Moon River Amusement Park instantly turned into a hell on earth."

As Mike listened to Spider's narration, his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He couldn't believe that such a cruel thing could actually happen. Although he had long recognized the ugly true face of the circus director, he never thought that this tragedy would affect so many innocent lives.

Those companions who worked with him in the circus, who were also deeply oppressed by the circus leader, unfortunately became victims of this killing.

"Oh, my God!" Mike muttered to himself, "How could such a terrible thing happen? These people are all innocent..." His eyes were full of sadness and anger.

After seeing the same sadness in the spider's eyes, Mike decided to change the subject.

"So you want to hear what's going on over there?"

"Of course, Spider would be very happy if Mike is willing to tell Spider what happened in the other world."

So Mike began to tell the story of their place.

After Jack left the circus and later returned to it, he uncovered the ugly face of the circus director.

Mike also saw the truth at that time. That place was honey to him, but arsenic to others. He shouldn't love there. Home was not like that.

Later, influenced by others, Natasha decided to separate from Serge, but Serge suddenly hit Natasha. Later, everyone rushed over together, and it was Joke who saved Natasha.

That's how they fell in love, got married, and had two lovely children.

"Oh, Spider knows. Spider has seen those two cute children. They are both very cute. The girl with red hair must have inherited Joke's looks."

The appearance of the two children in Spider's Tale, two lovely children are rare colors in this gray world.

But the story doesn’t end here.

"Natasha later became one of the principal dancers in the Paris Theater. There were two principal dancers, and Natasha was one of them." Mike gently placed his hand on the spider's prosthesis. "Guess who the other dancer is?"

"Spider doesn't know, Spider can't guess, but she must be a very beautiful girl, to be able to stand under the spotlight..."

Speaking of this, Spider was a little envious of the other dancer, but she was even happier that Natasha became a dancer, she was really amazing.

“It’s you.”

"Huh?" Spider obviously didn't react immediately to what Mike said.

"I'm talking about the other dancer. Yes, it's you - Spider!" Mike suddenly stood up. His movements seemed a little abrupt, but with an indescribable sense of excitement.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and then he began to imitate the words that the host usually said before the dance performances he had seen countless times:

"Dear audience friends, and all the elegant gentlemen and graceful ladies present, please focus your attention here! Next, let us warmly welcome the two principal dancers from the Paris Theater with the warmest and most passionate applause! They are Natasha and Valletta!!!!!"

As Mike shouted passionately, he raised his arms high. He looked like a host who was truly in control of the atmosphere, as if holding an invisible microphone in his hands.

"It's you... it's you."

As Mike spoke, tears actually shed.

But what's so strange about this? Mike's beloved home has become so broken in this world. This shouldn't be the case!

The clown and the dancer should get married, and they should be very happy.

Spider should be a dancer, she will be a principal dancer, standing under the spotlight, welcoming the applause and cheers of countless people.

The savage doesn't have to live the life he has now. He will run happily on the grassland with his best wild boar friend.

why?

Where on earth did it all go wrong?!

“Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu…”

Mike completely broke down. He squatted down and buried his face in his knees.