Personality V: I will save everything

If you were to ask what peak bad luck looks like, it would probably be something like what this lawyer experienced.

Not long ago, the lawyer secretly eavesdropped on a private conversation between Beth and Jack.

Then, he hurried to the corridor and was about to share the secret he had heard with others when something astonishing happened - a round ball shot in from the window like a meteor and hit the lawyer's poor head accurately!

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the lawyer was instantly struck by lightning. He fell backwards and fell heavily on the cold ground.

He groaned in pain and tried to struggle to get up, but found that his body was no longer under his control, as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart. What was worse was that the broken glass fragments ruthlessly scratched his forehead, and blood immediately flowed out, staining his pale cheeks red.

However, faced with such a tragic situation, people's reactions seemed somewhat unexpected.

Or maybe it was expected. In this manor, no one would have the leisure to care about other people's injuries. Getting injured here is commonplace, as easy as breathing.

Rather than worrying about the lawyer's injuries, the perfumer was actually very interested in the mysterious sphere that suddenly appeared.

She walked over quickly, carefully picked up the ball from the mess on the ground, and began to examine it carefully. In fact, the perfumer could easily identify the origin of the ball without much scrutiny.

After all, in games full of weirdness and thrills, batsmen often hold such a cricket ball as a powerful weapon against regulators.

The forward who was also at the scene opened the broken window with some curiosity and looked downstairs.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, I used too much force just now!" Frederick raised the cricket bat high in his hand and shouted at the open window on the third floor.

There is no doubt that the ball that shot out like a meteor came from Frederick's hand.

Why could the forward standing in front and looking down from the third floor recognize at a glance that the perpetrator was Frederick rather than the gentle composer?

The reason is actually very simple - the composer has never been interested in this kind of intense sports, let alone expecting a seemingly fragile person like him to hit a ball hard to the third floor, breaking the glass and accidentally injuring others.

"But it's a pretty good home run, isn't it?" Gange was about to say something to comfort Frederick, but he stopped talking halfway because he suddenly saw the lawyer sticking out his head, which was bleeding!

For a moment, Gangi was so stunned that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

After a long while, he stammered and added, "Uh... maybe this home run wasn't as perfect as I thought. Maybe Bradrick, you should hold back a little next time you hit the ball."

"What happened?" With such a loud noise, Jack and Beth in the room must have heard it and ran out.

"Oh my! Frederick, it looks like you're in trouble again." Looking at the broken glass all over the floor, the injured lawyer, and Frederick holding a cricket bat downstairs, I knew what had happened without having to think about it. After all, this was not the first time this had happened.

Yes, you heard it right, this is not the first time this has happened.

Originally, we just wanted to tell Frederick to learn cricket as a normal hobby.

Who could have thought that this little guy would be so obsessed with cricket, and the more he learned, the more addicted he became. His enthusiasm was like a flood or a beast, and he couldn't control it at all!

Now let us review and summarize the "brilliant" achievements that Frederick has made so far:

The first thing to say is the poor four windows, which were hit by the cricket ball and shattered to the ground.

Then look at Joseph, the cup of hot tea he had just carefully brewed, along with the teapot and cup, was instantly smashed to pieces by the flying cricket ball;

The beautiful vase in my study was also not spared and was smashed to pieces.

Not to mention that Carl had spent so much effort to piece together the puzzle, which was destroyed by the cricket ball. He cried and made a fuss all day because of it.

Andrew was even more unlucky. The delicious three-layer cream cake he spent a lot of time and effort to make was also killed by the cricket ball. The cricket ball seemed to have eyes and pierced right into the cake.

The worst was Jack, who worked hard for three days to paint a picture, but when it was almost finished, it was completely destroyed by a cricket ball. Jack was so angry that he almost hanged himself. (Jack: I was so disappointed (x_x;))

Don't ask why there were only four broken windows, but there were five victims. The answer is that the windows were open at the time, so the glass was spared, but the people and objects inside were not so lucky.

Later, Andrew couldn't stand it anymore. With his head covered with the crumbs of his triple-layer cream cake, he told Frederick that he should either find a place to play cricket or he would throw him out of the estate.

Later, Frederick did restrain himself. He probably realized that he couldn't always play cricket in the garden, otherwise it would be too easy to get into trouble.

(In fact, later, Andrew, Frederick and I discussed it and decided to use Andrew's horse farm as the place for Frederick to play cricket. After all, the place is flat and large enough, there are no buildings around, and Andrew doesn't use it often.)

But in this world, Frederick definitely couldn't go directly to Andrew's stable to play polo. Otherwise, as soon as Andrew opened the door to the stable, wouldn't he be exposed?

But Frederick was so bored that he had to drag Gangi to play cricket with him in the garden downstairs. He thought it would be better with Gangi's company, but it turned out not to be much better.

"Thank you! Frederick, you are really my savior! If it weren't for your inspiration, I don't know how to vent my anger!" Jack stood by the upstairs window, shouting excitedly at Frederick downstairs with his voice so loud that it seemed to penetrate the entire block.

Hearing Joke's shout, Frederick looked up from downstairs with a confused look on his face and responded in confusion: "Ah? What's going on? What happened?"

Joke couldn't wait to explain: "That nasty lawyer, he actually hid outside my room and eavesdropped on our conversation! After I found out, I was about to chase him away, but your cricket ball seemed to have eyes and hit him right on the head! Haha, that hit was really accurate!"

As he spoke, Qiu Ke couldn't help laughing out loud, and the depressed mood in his heart immediately dissipated.

No one cares about the lawyer's life or death, and the lawyer has long been accustomed to other people's attitude towards him. Anyway, it is better to care about himself than others here.

He covered his head and got up from the ground, and secretly glanced at the expression of the woman named Beth. The woman had a faint smile on her face and looked like a gentle woman, but the lawyer didn't know if it was his own psychological effect, he just felt that the smile looked very fake, like wearing a mask.

The lawyer thought he hid his gaze well, but even with my back to him, I knew he was looking at me. I should be grateful for the broken glass fragments, which reflected the lawyer's eyes very well.

Watch if you want, it’s up to him. No one can see through my disguise anyway. I just need to be careful of Carl and the others.

My worries are not groundless. For example, when I was talking to Jack just now, if I hadn't told them in advance to change their address and not to call me dad or the owner of the manor directly, then the truth would have been exposed just now.

At this moment, there was a slight noise downstairs, and then a figure was seen slowly climbing up the stairs. After a while, the figure appeared completely in front of us - it turned out to be Frederick!

"Zhuang... ahem, the equipment is not very complete. It's too simple here. There's not even enough space to stretch your arms and legs." Frederick said, shaking his head. However, just as he was about to blurt out the familiar name, he suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words.

Actually, this cannot be entirely blamed on Frederick. After all, he has been calling me that for more than ten years. It is really difficult for him to react all of a sudden to the sudden change, and it is inevitable that he will call me out without thinking.

Looking at Frederick's slightly embarrassed look, I sighed helplessly: "Okay, stop explaining. But you, why don't you wear more clothes in such cold weather? Aren't you afraid of getting frozen?" As I said that, I reached out and gently patted Frederick's collar.

It was only then that I realized that the heat emanating from his body had condensed into a thin layer of frost on his collar and cuffs.

"It's okay, you won't be cold if you move around!"

Looking at Frederick in front of me, it is hard to associate him with the elegant music student he used to be. I can't help but ponder what caused such a huge change?

Oh...Looking back carefully, it seems that all this was caused by me! I remember that at that time, out of consideration for his health, I specifically asked Gangi to take Frederick to participate in some exercise activities.

The original intention was just to hope that he could strengthen his physique and maintain good health through moderate exercise.

However, the development of the matter was far beyond my expectation. I don’t know when Frederick became more and more obsessed with exercise.

At first it was just regular physical training, but gradually, he was no longer satisfied with it and began to work hard in the direction of fitness.

Looking at him now, he looks quite thin on the surface, but in fact his body is completely covered with solid muscles, and he exudes an aura of power.

This change really surprised and overwhelmed me.

"Okay, go change your clothes quickly. When the frost melts, it will be really easy to catch a cold if your clothes are damp." As I said this, I hurriedly urged Frederick to change his clothes.

"I say, you are not a noble, are you?" The lawyer who had been observing this situation since a while ago couldn't help but express his conclusion.

"Why do you think so?" I really wanted to hear how the lawyer came to this conclusion.

"Frederick belongs to the Clayburgh family, an aristocratic family. Your reaction just now clearly shows that you are very familiar with him. This kind of familiarity is not formed in a day or two. To be able to have friendships with aristocrats, and to have a very good relationship with them, one must also be aristocrats."

I have to say that the lawyer has a very flexible mind, and he can deduce such information from just a few sentences, which is really amazing.

But unfortunately, his idea was wrong from the beginning. But why didn't I just follow what he said? This way I could better hide my identity.

"You are right, I am indeed a noble." As I said this, I knelt down like a noble lady.

Hearing the affirmative answer from the woman named Beth, the lawyer looked in the direction of Jack behind him.

"No wonder..." the lawyer muttered softly.

No wonder the clown in this world would be abandoned, and no wonder Jack in another world exudes an aristocratic air in every move.

It was easy to see why the clown was discarded, because the nobles would never allow their heir to be a disabled guy, and giving birth to a deformed child would bring shame to their family.

The fact that Joke in the other world was aristocratic in every move was easier to explain, after all, he came from an aristocratic family. Maybe his parents in the other world were kinder and didn't choose to abandon him.

It even seems to explain why Joke and Natasha from another world are together. After all, instead of staying in the circus as a dancer who uses her body to please others, it is better to marry into a noble family with more security.