Personality V: I will save everything

"Okay, no matter how you look at me, I will never untie the ropes on you, old man Balke, you'd better give up!" Naib said helplessly.

To be honest, Naib didn't want to treat an elderly person in this way deep down in his heart. But what other better way could he have?

Ever since old man Balke had foreseen the terrible things that would happen in the future, he has become like a possessed person, locking himself in that mysterious laboratory all day long.

He was so focused and forgetful about eating and sleeping that it seemed as if he was determined to equip every tree in the Forest of No Return with deadly weapons at all costs.

However, such a crazy move was truly terrifying. Time passed quickly, and I don’t know how many days and nights had passed. If it weren’t for the occasional crackling sound coming from the tightly closed laboratory door, I’m afraid everyone would have mistakenly believed that this stubborn old man had died.

Seeing the situation getting worse and worse and finally having no other options, Naib mustered up the courage to rush into the laboratory with the tacit approval and support of the Dross couple.

After a fierce struggle and fight, Naib finally succeeded in tying up old man Balke tightly with a thick and strong hemp rope, and forcibly dragged him out of the dangerous room.

Naib actually didn't want to be so rude, but did he have any other good ideas?

No,

That's all.

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the other side,

The woman named Beth had already entered the lawyer's sight and had been silently observed by him for many days.

Well...it's really hard to describe what I've observed these past few days. However, if I had to use one word to summarize the impression this lady left on him, it would probably be "elegant lady".

Beth always seems to have a gentle smile on her face, and she will greet everyone she meets warmly. Although such an action may not mean anything to some people, she never tires of it, repeating this simple and warm action day after day.

Not only that, Beth also often worked tirelessly to clean the dust in the manor.

Although this job often makes her look dusty and dusty, for some reason, even in such busyness and fatigue, she still exudes an irresistible radiance, appearing particularly dazzling.

It seemed as if the dust could not conceal her inner noble temperament and charming charm at all, but instead was more like a hazy veil, adding a bit of mystery to her.

But the more this happened, the more suspicious the lawyer found her. Words like "elegant" and "normal" did not belong in this manor.

Take the Red Lady who really was the queen here, for example. No matter how normally she behaved, she would tilt her head once or twice when talking to others.

Mrs. Red is indeed beautiful and elegant, but she also reveals something abnormal. Beth is not like Mrs. Red. She looks like a completely normal and elegant woman.

The fact that the word "normal" appears in this manor is itself an abnormal thing.

"Hey, hello! Mr. Forward, what a coincidence, I meet you here again." A tall and pretty woman suddenly smiled brightly and greeted the forward who was walking towards her warmly.

The first impression of this lady, Beth, was that she was elegant and charming. The forward couldn't help but think to himself that he had never seen such a special woman before.

Although Qianfeng still found it hard to believe what others said, that this young woman who looked only in her twenties was actually a grandmother, he had to admit that the unique temperament of intelligence, maturity, gentleness and generosity emanating from Beth was indeed impossible to ignore.

In this environment full of danger and uncertainty, almost all survivors respectfully call her "Madam". One of the most important reasons is Beth's amazing cooking skills.

Since he had the misfortune of being stranded in such a strange place, the forward thought that he would never be able to taste delicious food again for the rest of his life. All he could fill his stomach with was dry and tasteless bread and bland water every day.

Even if we could occasionally have one or two meals of meat, the so-called "meat" not only tasted terrible, but we couldn't even tell whether it was real meat. What was worse was that its texture was as hard as dry old tree bark, which was really difficult to swallow.

"Oh my God! What on earth is stuck in your hair?" Bess said with her eyes wide open, staring ahead in surprise.

Hearing Beth's sudden words, the forward's heart tightened involuntarily. He quickly raised his hand as if by reflex, gently stroking his hair, carefully feeling whether there was really any foreign object on it.

However, after searching for a while, he did not notice anything unusual.

"No, no, not here!"

Seeing that the forward didn't find the target, Beth hurriedly shook her head, and while speaking, she stretched out her right hand and reached directly behind the forward's ear. She carefully inserted her fingers into the area, stirred it gently a few times, and suddenly showed a happy expression, as if she had found a treasure.

Then, Beth slowly withdrew her arm, and at this time, there was something extra in her hand - a crystal clear candy with an enticing sweet fragrance.

It turned out that this was just a little trick to amuse children, but surprisingly, the striker seemed to enjoy such a little joke.

In fact, it is not necessarily interesting to say that this trick itself is very interesting. The real reason why the striker is happy is very simple: that is, he can taste delicious candy again! For him who loves food, being able to have this sweet enjoyment is the most important thing.

Although the forward was also curious, Beth was wearing an ordinary skirt without any pockets, where did she get the candy from? But who cares, as long as there is something to eat.

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The lawyer who was watching all this not far away felt a sense of contempt.

Haha, he bribed the opponent with just a little food. A few years have passed, but the forward still has no memory.

After chatting with the striker for a while, the two finally ended this seemingly meaningless conversation and walked in different directions.

The topics discussed during this period can be said to be a bunch of nonsense without any nutritional value, which makes people sigh that it is a waste of time.

What was even more surprising was that the woman named Beth was able to patiently continue chatting with the forward.

Don't think that this is just the lawyer's nonsense or exaggeration. In fact, the content of the striker's private chats with Beth from beginning to end was all about Grabbi football.

You know, Beth is still a woman after all! Women usually don't show much interest in such sports full of male hormones.

At most, she would occasionally shout "Come on!" excitedly in the stands, but how could she care about the boring and complicated scoring rules of Grabbi football? Not to mention professional questions like how to cleverly break out of the encirclement of powerful opponents!

However, even when faced with such boring topics, Beth was always able to maintain her dignified, elegant and appropriate smile.

I have to admit that this does require a lot of patience and good upbringing. The lawyer thought to himself that if he were in such a situation, he would have lost control of his emotions and rolled his eyes to express his dissatisfaction.

However, it was precisely for this reason that the lawyer became increasingly convinced that her identity and status must not be low.

After all, good upbringing often requires huge wealth as support to form.

Take the explorer here as an example. Looking at his appearance, he is a typical portrayal of a person who is completely vulgar and at the bottom of society.

Of course, we can't put all the blame on him alone.

You know, he has always lived at the bottom of society. No matter how hard he tries to jump up, the height he can reach is ultimately very limited.

The class and rank are like an insurmountable gap that stands in front of him, making it difficult for his every move and every word to escape the imprint of his environment.

Even though he tried his best to imitate the elegant manners of the upper class, what he ultimately presented was nothing more than a clumsy and poor performance.

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Did I not notice the lawyer following me? Of course I did.

But why should I care? He can watch it if he wants, he can't find any flaws anyway.

I was too lazy to care about him and quickened my pace to the room of the "photographer" in this world.

He gently closed the heavy door, and as it slowly closed, he completely blocked the lawyer's curious gaze outside the door.

I took a deep breath, turned around and looked inside the house, thinking to myself: As expected, Carl is here!

However, the little guy seemed to have exhausted all his energy and fell into a sweet dream. He was curled up in bed, hugging a cute doll in his arms.

Well...if you look closely, you will find that the doll looks exactly like "Claude".

I guess Carl and this little Claude must have a lot of common topics.

You know, they are both in their teens.

The difference is that Carl was indeed only in his teens, innocent and full of energy; while Claude was only a teenager when he died. Although he has been resurrected now, time has not allowed his mind to grow much, and he is still stuck in that beautiful and green youth.

At this moment, the rag doll that was mistaken for Claude did not need sleep in the true sense, but perhaps because of the habits it developed when it was a human being, it closed its eyes obediently and snuggled quietly in Carl's warm arms, as if it was sleeping soundly.

This heartwarming scene makes people feel pity and love.

However, what is puzzling is that, perhaps because too much time has passed or because Carl is used to his bed, when I gently walked to his side and reached out to stroke his little head, Carl actually slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his deep sleep.

"Mom........." Carl was still in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, his consciousness was still a little fuzzy, but out of instinct, he subconsciously called out the name "Mom" softly.

You know, the beds here are all hard, which is a world of difference compared to the soft and comfortable mattresses at home.

Poor little Carl lay on such a hard bed and felt pain in all the bones in his body.

That is why, when he saw the manor owner appear, he rushed into the manor owner's arms without hesitation, like a small animal seeking warm shelter. After all, deep in his young heart, he always believed that his mother's arms were the most comfortable and safest harbor in the world.

I hugged Carl and thought to myself: This kid is the most obedient when he is asleep. If he is still awake, he will definitely stomp his feet and say that he has grown up and does not need his mother to hold him anymore.

But the problem lies here. The owner of the manor and Carl are so sweet here. Have they forgotten that there is a third "person" present?

Little Claude was actually awake, he just pretended to be asleep. He heard Carl's call of "Mom" clearly!

And coupled with Carl's next action, he was just like a child who was greedy for his mother's arms and snuggled in his mother's arms.

But little Claude would definitely not treat Carl as a real child. After all, he is the "God of Death" who can resurrect the dead!

Aren’t you the best example?!

I'm afraid that the only person that Karl can call mother is that person...

Oh my god......