Personality V: I will save everything

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Antonio was lying on the bed at home, feeling like he was about to cough up his lungs.

Sure enough, it was just as Antonio thought. After he sent Andrew home that day, he fell ill after being caught in a heavy rain.

And the illness is quite serious. Antonio is lying on the bed now and doesn't want to move.

He was almost in a state of fever, his whole body ached, and it felt like it was difficult to even lift a finger.

Antonio was lying on the bed, even looking at the ceiling of his house was blurry.

So sad……

To make matters worse, Antonio is now alone at home with no one to take care of him.

Antonio's throat almost coughed up blood, and when he swallowed, he felt pain like needle pricks.

He wanted to drink some water, but he didn't have the strength to get out of bed, so he could only lie in bed and endure the pain.

As expected, I fell ill, what should I do next?

What about everyone in the ghetto? I have no way to perform for them to make money.

A plague has begun to break out over there. How will they survive without money?

So tired...I feel so uncomfortable...

It's good to just sleep like this...

Thinking like this, the things in front of Antonio's eyes began to slowly become blurry, and finally turned completely black.

He fainted.

...............

"Antonio, Antonio, Antonio..."

In his daze, Antonio heard someone calling him.

At the same time, he felt something cold next to his mouth.

It's water!

Antonio immediately opened his mouth and drank heavily.

The cool water quickly soothed the pain in Antonio's throat.

who is it?

Antonio opened his eyes with difficulty.

My vision is still blurry...

He could only see a flash of eye-catching red...

Antonio passed out again before he could see the person in front of him clearly. He was too tired...

…I don’t know how long it has been…

"!" Antonio suddenly sat up from the bed.

I don't know when his illness has been cured, and he now feels very healthy.

But the strange thing is...

Antonio caught what fell from his forehead.

It's a towel...

Did anyone take care of him while he was unconscious?

"Squeak..." was the sound of Antonio's dilapidated door being pushed open.

How did he get in? Is there a thief?

Antonio got off the bed, moved to the door of the room vigilantly, and looked towards the door.

"Are you awake? Uncle Antonio. Then come out and have something to eat."

This voice is very familiar to Antonio. Isn't this the voice of the child from before, Andrew?

Hearing the familiar voice, Antonio subconsciously opened the door.

...The person standing in front of him...is Andrew...that's right...

Antonio couldn't tell for a moment whether the person standing in front of him was Andrew.

The clothes are strange but luxurious, the whole body exudes the aroma of butter and candy, and the face is painted with makeup that Antonio has never seen before, but it does not look strange, but has a feeling of compassion.

Andrew couldn't tell for a moment whether the person standing in front of him was a human or an elf?

(Andrew's current look is that of his "cheese" skin. Of course, he still has white hair and red eyes, not the blond hair and blue eyes.)

"Uncle Antonio, what's wrong with you? It's me, Andrew." The dreamlike creature in front of him spoke again.

"Are you Andrew?!" Antonio confirmed again in disbelief.

"It's my Uncle Antonio, come here and have something to eat first." After saying that, Andrew raised the basket of apples in his arms.

Each apple in this basket is big and red, exuding bursts of sweet smell.

"Well, okay..." After saying that, Antonio reached out and took out an apple from the basket in Andrew's arms, stood there and gnawed it.

Andrew didn't care and put the remaining apples on the table in the living room.

The moment he bit into the apple, Antonio had never imagined that there was such a delicious thing in the world.

Not that Antonio hasn't eaten apples before.

But how can I put it, the sweetness of this apple is sweeter than the sweetness of all the apples Antonio has eaten before combined.

No, it should be said that the apples Antonio had eaten before had no sweetness at all.

"How are you feeling now? Uncle Antonio." Andrew asked Antonio.

"I'm fine, Antonio, don't worry. By the way, how long have I been asleep?"

"Three days." Andrew said calmly.

"what?!"

Three days! Antonio couldn't believe he slept for three days!

Antonio felt himself again, everything felt good, just like a normal sleep, and he didn't even feel hungry.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that I had slept for three days, so how are the people in the slums doing? Is everyone okay? What about the plague?

Thinking of this, Antonio immediately rushed out of the door and ran towards the slum area.

Andrew looked at Antonio who ran out in a panic without even having time to close the door. He followed him silently and locked the door for him.

………Let’s set the time back to three days ago……

Andrew told his father, the owner of the manor, what happened during his night out.

As I listened to Andrew's story, I immediately realized that this man was Antonio, the violinist.

When I was about to ask Andrew for details, I found that Andrew was hesitant to speak.

"Just say what you have to say, Andrew."

"Dad, can you help those people in the ghetto?" This was Andrew's small request.

Just like Antonio said at the time, he didn't want to regret it.

Andrew, too, felt that if he didn't help those in the ghetto, he might regret it.

(Raises eyebrows) To be honest, I didn’t expect Andrew to say such a thing.

This is really...

so cute! ! !

It's almost like your child has spotted a toy that he really wants, but has no money to buy it, so he can only pray to his parents.

Andrew is really cute like this.

But I decided to tease him anyway.

I asked calmly, "Andrew, you have to make sure it's you or Antonio who wants to save those people in the ghetto."

What I mean by this is that I want Andrew to understand whether he wants to help Antonio because of his desire to help those in the slums, or whether it is because of his own kindness that he wants to help those in the slums. .

It's like some parents want their children to determine whether they want this toy because they really want it, or because their peers around them have this toy and they have to have it.

Sure enough, after hearing my words, Andrew fell into deep thought.

Andrew knew that his father was right. He had never seen those people in the slums, so why did he want to help them?

The education that Andrew received since he was a child is that you should never reach out to help them with things that are not related to you, no matter how simple it is to you, because sometimes people may not be grateful.

…Three minutes later…

Andrew finally made his decision.

"Dad, I want to help them." Andrew said decisively.

Although he had never met those people in the slums and had no interaction with them, he just wanted to help them.

"Okay, honey, I get it." I smiled and touched Andrew's head.

Andrew was a little shy and a little angry when I touched him.

Andrew: When I grow up, I can’t let my dad touch my head all the time???

...............

Although the matter has been settled, it is still very troublesome to deal with a large-scale plague like the slums.

And actually, if I look at these ghetto plagues for a moment, I can guess what causes them.

mouse.

In other words, it was the plague, or the Black Death.

To be honest, the most fundamental reason why the Black Death spread in such a large area in Europe was that people were too ignorant at the time and listened to the church.

In order to consolidate the authority of God, the church at that time deceived its believers and said that the source of the Black Death came from cats.

Therefore, a large number of cats were killed at that time, but the source of the Black Death was rats. Without natural enemies, rats became more rampant, and the spread of the Black Death became even greater.

"………"(thinking……)

!

I thought of a good way, which also solved a small problem in the manor.

The little problem I'm talking about is the pile of apples in the manor's warehouse.

The staff within our manor have not considered destroying so many apples themselves, so that during that period, our three meals a day were basically related to apples.

But I just can’t finish it (=_=)

So there are more and more apples in the warehouse, and the warehouse is almost bursting.

then……

I teleported back to the manor.

I came to the warehouse and used a little bit of my magical power on the apples piled up in the warehouse.

Hiss... Why do I feel like what I do is like some children who refuse to take medicine, and parents secretly put pills into their children's favorite drinks or food?

That's right, the magic power I gave these apples could cure the Black Death.

At the same time, I would not choose these apples simply to destroy them.

Part of the reason is what does the Bible say about apples? It has a sacred status.

Most people should know the story of Adam and Eve, who were kicked out of the Garden of Eden by God because they ate the forbidden fruit.

And the forbidden fruit they ate at that time was an apple.

Why do you feel like you are really pretending to be like God?

all in all……

When I told other people in the manor about this, everyone expressed their willingness to help. Anyway, they were just helping distribute apples.

And they don't need to help distribute it with their own hands. Don't forget that in the ivory tower, there is a group of "angels" created by the manor owner. They just need to watch and help manage it.

At the same time, there is another reason, that is, everyone really doesn’t want to see apples anymore. They have really eaten enough during that time.

...............

In the ghetto...

People collapsed on the street, sitting or lying down.

Everyone's eyes revealed the despair of death, and they could hardly see tomorrow.

The only thing they can do now is to find a place to stay quietly and wait for death to come.

The shadow of death shrouded the entire slum, and people could not see hope.

O great and almighty God, please listen to the prayers of us believers.

The terrible plague enveloped the entire ghetto, and people could be seen lying on the ground everywhere. It was unclear whether they were living people or corpses.

Those disgusting businessmen also raised prices, raising the prices of food and medicine higher and higher.

People could no longer afford to eat and could only wait to die from disease and hunger.

"So hungry..." A little girl covered her stomach and fell to the ground.

The people around her looked on indifferently, and no one came forward to help, but what could they do to help her?

"So hungry..." The little girl covered her hungry belly and knelt on the ground crying.

There was no food in her home, and her parents fell ill. She went out to look for something to eat, but ended up starving on the street.

The little girl endured the burning sensation and hunger in her stomach and crawled forward desperately.

As if she could prove that she was still alive as long as she kept walking.

Until I can go no further,

The little girl closed her eyes in despair.

Suddenly, the little girl felt warm beside her.

But this is impossible, because the family has no money, the little girl is only wearing a thin piece of clothing, and it is late autumn, so she should only feel cold.

At the same time, she also smelled the sweet smell of food next to her.

Without thinking, she bit it.

"Ah! These are my clothes, you can't eat them!" A young boy's urgent voice came out.

The little girl slowly opened her eyes.

"So beautiful..." She couldn't help but say such words, mainly because she shouldn't describe the... person in front of her.

There is masculinity in men and tenderness in women on the face, like the blue sky, the beautiful blue eyes reveal bursts of compassion, and the crystal white hair is like snowflakes in winter, floating in the wind.

Wait, white hair? !

"You, you, you are?!" The little girl finally reacted, and at the same time, she also noticed that the body of the "sir" who was holding her was actually floating in the air.

At the same time, there was a boy with the same white hair next to him, looking at him curiously.

"Don't be afraid, my child, I'm here. (Don't be afraid, my child, I'm here.)" A gentle hand stroked the girl's head.

The voice sounded like a man and a woman, but it didn't seem inconsistent.

The sound was ethereal, like a deep valley in the forest.

It’s just a word, but it shows His gentleness everywhere.

"God, you're here." The little girl said with tears, but she didn't dare to look away for fear that everything in front of her was an illusion.

This scene reveals infinite beauty, as if a compassionate god showed up after seeing the miserable situation of his followers.

but in fact……

Little girl, can you stop staring at me? My face is almost unbearable.

Andrew was also very unlucky. His clothes were bitten by the little girl.

Yes, Andrew's clothes are edible. Although he can recover after eating them, Andrew was obviously frightened by this little girl.

I pretended to be calm on the surface and spread my thoughts here.

But the people in the slums didn't think so. They couldn't imagine that God actually heard their prayers and came to save their miserable lives.

I didn't care how fanatical the people in the slums looked. I just silently put the little girl on the ground and stuffed an apple into his hand.

"Eat." I said to the little girl.

My words seemed to be a signal.

Years later, stories of what happened in the ghetto are still widely publicized.

God heard the prayers of believers, performed miracles, and cured the plague in the slums.

That scene was deeply remembered in the minds of countless people who witnessed it.

Countless angels flew to the slums and gave apples symbolizing health and happiness to the miserable believers.