High Above

Chapter 384: Interleaved Memories (3/3)

Chapter 384 Interleaved Memory (33)

When Steward Moda said this, his expression was terrified, obviously he was quite frightened.

But neither Ian nor Yingguang seemed to be interested, and their expressions didn't change at all.

-That's it? The talking forest next door is not ten thousand times more terrifying than your ghost.

"Is that child a boy or a girl? Is it floating in mid-air or did you only see it when you lowered your head? Is there really no face or is it blurry due to the light?"

Ian asked in detail: "How did you faint?"

Because Ian's inquiry was too professional, resulting in a lack of emotion and empathy, Steward Moda's wrinkled face stretched for a moment in surprise—but then it wrinkled even more.

"Yes, it's a boy? It's about seven or eight years old, I can't see clearly."

Because of the young knight's persuasive guidance, the steward temporarily got rid of his fear. He frowned and responded, "It's floating in the air, and its body is translucent... He really has no face, and his face is smooth, but when he saw that face, I can think of many, many, many, many, many things that scare me all at once."

"Parents who died, my second child who died in infancy, the girl I didn't dare to pursue...There are many regrets, many reluctance...In an instant, I was overwhelmed by pain and unwillingness, self-blame and hesitation , my mind went blank..."

As he said that, Guan Shi's expression that had calmed down once again collapsed, his tears fell in big drops, and his voice was full of despair: "What is the meaning of my life? I have never pursued the beauty in my heart... "

"I'm not a good father, I just watched my child die, why didn't I borrow money from the master to ask the priests of the Huaiguang Church to save my child? The master will not reject me, what am I afraid of? What, why didn't I do that?!"

Steward Moda knelt on the ground, his body curled up, a kind of pain visible to the naked eye was attacking his heart.

Until a slender, white hand with sharp fingertips stretched out and pressed the top of the manager's head.

The silver-white halo shone, making him temporarily confused and his breathing calmed down.

"Aura of despair."

Sister Reflecting Light maintains the 'sedation technique', a technique for calming nerves. She turned her head to Ian and said, "He should have really encountered a very powerful spirit body, and it was also a very dangerous wraith—he I empathize with the pain of the wraith, I think he has something to do with the Baron also losing his child, and the reaction of ordinary people will not be so great."

"That may be the fourth blue mist entity I saw, the Viscount's 'parent and child'."

Ian watched thoughtfully as Sister Reflecting Light placed Steward Moda, who had calmed down, on the hay mat aside: "The landslide caused by the storm six years ago killed the baroness and her child, and the baron's The child is only one or two years old."

"If he is still alive, he will indeed look seven or eight years old."

—that’s about the same age as the baron’s other three adopted sons and daughters.

Moreover, there is a 'spiritual body' at the age of one or two?

Could it be that the baron's parent and son is a 'chosen one' born with psychic powers?

"There are still questions to ask him."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Ian squatted down, took out a bottle of stamina potion from his waist, and poured it into the mouth of the blank-eyed Steward Moda: "Drink it? Answer my question—when are the other adopted sons and daughters of the Baron?" adopted."

"Ahem...wait a minute, why are you in the castle?!"

After pouring the stamina potion, and being soothed by the tranquilizing technique to soothe the nerves affected by the aura of despair, Steward Moda is truly awake at this moment.

The somewhat bald middle-aged steward looked at the two 'intruders' in shock: "You are invading illegally. Even the Huaiguang Church cannot invade a noble's private house!"

At first, his tone was full of momentum, but under the calm eyes of Ian and Sister Reflecting Light, his voice became quieter.

Finally, Steward Moda lowered his head and replied with some frustration: "Well, I actually feel something is wrong with the master, let me think about it..."

He fell into deep thought, picking out valuable information from his mind as if searching his guts: "The first is the young master Mo Qiu, who was rescued by the master from the refugee camp in the Western Plains four years ago, and the three or four-year-old child is gone. Parents and hands and feet, this is the first time I have seen Master so angry..."

"Then Master Ira and Miss Linda, they... eh? They... they..."

"No, it was Master Ira first! But, who? Who was the first to come to the castle? Wait, my memory..."

"When exactly did they come, why can't I remember at all..."

Speaking of this, Manager Moda got stuck, and the old butler's eyes gradually became flustered again: "When...how could I not remember, I still remember that I specially prepared a welcome ceremony for the young master and ladies I still remember the scene where I boiled sugar to make a sugar man, but when was that..."

"It seems that the situation is already obvious."

Sister Yingguang narrowed her eyes, and she said firmly: "His memory has been deleted, and the resentful spirits can't do it. It should be done by a psychic who can manipulate memory."

"Two years ago, a psyker killed and replaced the identity of a wealthy businessman. No matter whether it was the mistress of the rich businessman or his servants, even the neighbors didn't notice it until a passing psyker noticed it. Something is wrong. These two incidents are very similar."

"I can see it." Ian's eyes flashed with water-colored psychic brilliance, and it can be seen from close range that there are some blue psychic imprints on the brain of Moda.

He didn't die, just because the other party spared his life deliberately, but a considerable part of his memory structure has been destroyed.

It seems that this psyker modified Baron Ryan's memory about the death of his parent and child.

"You should have been spared by your master and young master."

Standing up, Ian raised his head and stared at the ancient castle: "They didn't want to kill you, so they just put you in the basement."

Lowering his head, he looked at the sluggish Steward Moda, and calmly said: "You are not stupid, Steward Moda, you must know that the baron has done some irreparable things now, and Sister Reflecting Light and I are here to wipe his **** , to prevent him from continuing to make mistakes."

Steward Moda lowered his head, staring blankly at his hands.

The old butler seemed to be ten years old in an instant. He muttered to himself: "I have been with the master for more than forty years. He made mischievous mistakes when he was young, and I replaced him...Master, he has been very obedient since he was a child, and he is a good lord." ,how come…"

"What is the master hiding from me..."

"Very well, you have obviously noticed the mistake." And Ian said in a soft tone, with a trace of bewilderment: "Now, recall carefully—it is about the baroness and the baron's parent and son, that is, yours." The real situation of the young master."

"After the memory is over, you can choose to cooperate with us, or you can choose not to cooperate."

"Madam and young master..."

Following Ian's tone, Manager Moda was a little dazed and puzzled at first, apparently not knowing what to ask such an obvious question.

But soon, he showed a look of horror: "No! How could it be?!"

"Madam and young master are both dead, but why, why is there still young master in my memory..."

It was like a thunderbolt falling, linking the sky and the earth, and the two memories were entwined.

The old steward still remembers that he guided the young master to learn to walk bit by bit, and carried the young master to visit the beautiful scenery of Lai'an Flower Sea.

He still remembered that the young master fell down because he was running too fast by the lake, and he was so scared that he ran at the fastest speed in his life. Even Baron Ryan laughed, saying that as a father, he was not as anxious as himself ——The young master is a noble heir with blood, just a fall, how can it be considered anything?

But he is just worried, how can he think rationally?

A pale lightning streaked across the dark sky, and rumbling thunder exploded, which could be faintly heard even in the basement.

Everything is just like the big storm six years ago.

A series of lights and shadows began to flicker in the mind of the old man.

—heavy rain. storm. Collapsed mountain. An earthquake that shook the entire neck.

—The baron who flew out of the castle roaring. The master who knelt on the ground and cried in despair. A boy who grew up watching him grow up, and once hid in his room crying because of the scolding of the elder.

A child who hugged each other with him who also shed tears, just as fragile as forty years ago.

【Dead, Moda... all dead... all dead, my life is meaningless...】

"No, sir! It's not your fault, if you're still alive, there's always a possibility... Don't give up!"

【…】

【right. 】

【you're right. It's not time to despair. I can't give up yet. 】

At this moment, the old steward seemed to be activated by a key factor. He raised his head, his eyes were so bright that even Ian and Yingguang felt strange: "Yes, I remembered..."

Manager Moda remembered, and two different memories overlapped and intertwined in his mind, and finally merged into one, presenting the most authentic appearance.

He didn't hug the young master, but a faint blue spirit walked around him and walked through the sea of flowers.

No one wrestling by the lake, just a cloud of fog swirling in the setting sun.

No child ever ate the food he cooked, no child laughed at the sugar man he made, the wooden horse and the wooden sword that stood beside the seating furniture were never ridden or brandished, and he never played the role of a dragon. The general of the enemy was defeated by the little knight and lay on the ground with an 'ah'.

All memories are false.

The wooden horse and the wooden sword were just standing there alone, while he and the baron were just quietly staring at these toys that had been prepared long ago but had never been used by anyone.

From morning to evening, from late night to dawn.

Only one lone spirit wanders the castle.

Misty mist, a faint blue spirit body, gradually solidified, the human form of a young child.

Because of other people's memory, because of other people's cognition, gradually condense the soul of the body.

Just, still no face...

It's still a faceless, disturbing and scary wraith.

but…

Moda was in charge but no longer afraid.

Because, he finally remembered.

When I turned around, the reason why the spirit body reached out to me was not to hurt him.

It just wants to reach out and touch the old man who grew up with it...

It just wants to...