Personality V: I will save everything

"Having said that, Andrew, you still haven't thought it through..." There was a hint of urgency and helplessness in my father's words.

"Stop—stop talking!" Andrew interrupted abruptly, frowning and waving his hands in annoyance. He knew what his father was going to ask next.

Once upon a time, the majestic manor owner had asked him this question: "Andrew, do you and Antonio want to have children? If you want, I can give you the same functions as a woman."

When Andrew heard this, he felt nothing in his heart and even wanted to laugh.

Thank you for the invitation, but I decline.

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What a joke, he doesn't need this so-called special function, let alone having children.

In this huge manor, Andrew felt exhausted just by watching the naughty Carl every day.

Asking him to raise a child? That was simply a fantasy! He couldn't imagine that he could handle such a difficult task, and he didn't have the slightest confidence that he could raise a child well.

When he thought of this, Andrew shook his head repeatedly, as if he wanted to get rid of all these terrible thoughts in his mind.

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However, it was obvious that the mysterious and majestic owner of the manor did not seem willing to let this fascinating topic disappear into the air so easily.

After all, for a person like him who controls the world, every interesting topic is a treasure that can be used to dig out more fun and secrets.

How could I be willing to let this interesting topic end in such a dull way? The joy contained in it is simply unstoppable! Thinking of this, the corners of my mouth can't help but slightly rise, revealing a sly smile (^_^).

Just as I was about to continue to explore in depth, I suddenly heard an exclamation: "Andrew, are you sure... Oops!" This sudden situation was really confusing.

It turned out that Andrew was not the one who was so angry that he punched me. The real culprit was the quirky, cute little boy named Carl.

I saw Carl like a kitten that was attached to its owner's arms, curling up in my arms as obediently and docilely as he was when he was a child.

However, the lovely Carl seemed to have forgotten one crucial point: he was no longer the little baby who needed care and attention! Now he had grown up and his body had become tall and strong.

It was a spectacular sight when Carl pressed down on me like a small mountain.

Looking from a certain angle, I could hardly see my original figure at all, as if I had been completely submerged under Carl's body.

"Carl, my little baby, hurry up, get up~" I gently patted Carl in my arms, the voice was so sweet that it seemed like honey was dripping out, and I still used the method of coaxing a baby, trying to get this little guy out of my arms.

However, this little guy seemed determined to act coquettishly with me until the end. He hugged my neck tightly and refused to let go, as if I would disappear if he let go.

At this moment, Jack's face was terribly gloomy, just like the sky before a storm. He stretched out a slender finger, hooked the back of Carl's collar accurately, and then pulled it with a little force, easily pulling Carl off my body.

"Issot Karl! Listen to me, you have grown up and are a man. How can you still stay in your mother's arms all day? Don't you know that a grown-up son should avoid his mother?"

Jack's tone was stern but with a hint of unquestionable majesty, his deep eyes staring straight at Carl, as if he wanted to see through his small body and into the depths of his heart.

However, getting Carl to obey Jack's words was harder than climbing to the sky.

Carl was like a trapped beast, twisting his body desperately, trying to break free from Jack's iron-like grip.

While struggling hard, he roared angrily: "What does it have to do with you? Don't lecture me like a father! Get out of here!"

At this point, Jack held onto Carl tightly, showing no signs of letting go.

The two of them were in a stalemate, neither of them giving in, as if they were competing to see who could last longer.

As I stood aside and witnessed this scene, I shook my head helplessly and reached out my hand to gently rub my eyebrows.

I thought to myself: Is there something wrong with my parenting style? Why do most people behave so impulsively and irrationally when they are with me, as if their IQs have suddenly dropped collectively?

"Okay, okay, let's stop making trouble for now." He had to take action to stop the current farce, otherwise there would be no way to talk about the next serious business.

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In fact, I just simply told everyone about my own identity in the manor in this world.

My name is Bess, and I am a wandering bard who has no fixed place to stay.

My footprints have spread all over the European continent. Whenever my money is exhausted, I will go to a local tavern, play my instrument and tell dreamlike stories to earn some pocket money, and then embark on the wandering journey again.

I like wine stories and desserts, and I hate bugs and noisy drunkards.

[Whenever I play an instrument and tell a story, people are always immersed in it, as if they are in a dream.]

That's roughly the situation.

"So, mom, do you also want to think of a unique title?" Just like the people in this world, some are called undertakers, and some are called gravekeepers, etc. So, mom, don't you want to think of a special title for yourself?

"Hmm......." Hearing this, Carl really reminded me. Indeed, if I could have a name that belongs to me, I might be able to better integrate into this new world.

After some thought, I slowly said, "Then just call me... Dream Weaver."

"Huh? Why is it called Dream Weaver? This is such a strange name!" Carl blinked his big curious eyes, looked at me with a puzzled look, and asked impatiently. His young face was full of question marks, as if this question had troubled him for a long time.

I smiled and gently touched Carl's head, but did not answer his question immediately. Perhaps the deep meaning of this name is really only understood by me. My thoughts gradually drifted away, and those thoughts about dreams and reality surged into my mind like a tide.

As the ancients said: "Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, but I don't know whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly or the butterfly dreamed of being Zhuang Zhou?" There are also "Nan Ke's Dream" and "Yellow Millet Dream", all of which tell of the illusion and confusion of dreams. We are surrounded by dreams throughout our lives, and sometimes we can't even tell whether we are in a dream or reality.

If one day, you find that the wonderful life you have always dreamed of is just an illusory dream, are you willing to wake up from the beautiful dream and return to the cruel reality? For me at this moment, this feeling is particularly strong.

Because of my existence and the series of events triggered by it, they are undoubtedly real experiences for Carl, Andrew and others in my world; however, for the gravekeepers and undertakers in this world, all of this is just like a dream.

"............." Karl keenly noticed that his mother's mood seemed to be a little bit wrong, but he did nothing and just lay obediently in his mother's arms.

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After the arrival of the manor owner, the biggest beneficiary must be Jack.

You know, before this, Joke's severely damaged prosthesis had been bothering him, forcing him to rely on the help of others to barely walk.

However, the manor owner simply tapped his hands a few times and miraculously restored his prosthesis to its original state.

Now, Joke can finally walk freely and no longer needs help from others. However, facing this situation, Joke can't help but feel a little guilty, especially when he faces his good friend Luchino. He looked apologetic and said softly: "I'm so sorry, Luchino and Alva, I feel so sorry for both of you."

It turned out that not long ago, Joke had experienced a thrilling accident - at that time, he almost hit Luchino half to death. Fortunately, Luchino was not seriously injured in the end, but Joke always felt guilty about this incident.

At this moment, they were talking about something else. Earlier, in order to help Valletta repair her prosthesis, Joke resolutely removed some parts of his prosthesis, which resulted in him falling into the dilemma of mobility difficulties again.

Obviously, everyone couldn't just watch Jake limp through life like this. Without a leg, it would be difficult for him to move freely anyway.

But the problem is, how to repair Joke's prosthesis without the necessary parts? After thinking about it, it seems that there is only one way to do it - that is to make the necessary parts yourself!

So, Alva and Lucchino worked together, trying every possible way to find materials, and picked up tools such as files and iron sheets, and began to carefully create the key parts for Joke's prosthesis bit by bit.

The whole process was full of hardships and challenges, but the two relied on their firm belief and tacit cooperation to overcome numerous difficulties and successfully produced a number of parts that met the requirements.

However, at this moment, the owner of the manor actually successfully repaired Jack's damaged prosthesis! As a result, the spare parts prepared before naturally lost their original meaning and value and became useless.

Thinking of this, Joke couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He felt that he was not worthy of the hard work of Lucino and Alva. After all, they spent a lot of time, energy and effort to help him regain the ability to walk normally.

At this moment, Luchino seemed to see through Qiu Ke's inner thoughts. He smiled and comforted him:

"Oh, Jake, don't think like that! The reason why we try our best to repair your prosthesis is that we hope you can walk freely like a normal person. But you must not get this matter wrong. You must know that repairing the prosthesis is just a means, and the ultimate goal is to enable you to live a normal life!"

After hearing these words, Jake's frown finally relaxed a little, but the regret in his heart still lingered...

"If you really feel sorry, then please ask the owner of the manor for help..."

"I refuse." The apology in Qiu Ke's heart suddenly disappeared in an instant.

Joke didn't even need to think about it. He could guess based on his intuition that Luchino must have wanted him to come forward and ask the owner of the manor for something - and there was no doubt that this thing was Luchino's desire to have offspring with "Juliet".

What a joke! How can such a request be granted! (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻ Joke was extremely shocked and angry at Luchino's idea.

Joke really couldn't understand what Luchino was thinking. This guy was a serious biologist after all! Didn't he know what terrible and unpredictable consequences would be caused if human genes were combined with those of animals?

Or maybe Luchino actually had a clear mind, but rather than being afraid of the potential serious consequences, he was driven by a stronger curiosity in his heart, and was eager to find out what kind of strange results would eventually come from doing this.

"This is exactly the kind of lofty desire for knowledge that we as scientific researchers possess..." Lucchino murmured to himself with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Humph! In my opinion, the word 'seeking death' is more appropriate to describe it!" Joke retorted unhappily.

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