Chapter 95 Mom, let's adopt a child
Sister Teresa from the orphanage thought Mr. Mason, who came here today, was a little strange.
Although there seemed to be nothing wrong with the facial features and the whole face seemed to be fine, as for the clothes... people would occasionally change their clothing style, and it looked like Mr. Mason and his servant, but she still found it a little strange.
Sister Teresa touched her forehead. She thought it must be because the sun was too strong today or the oatmeal pancakes she had eaten at noon that made her dizzy. Otherwise, why would she find Mr. Mason strange?
It was not surprising that she had this illusion, because Darien had not seen Mr. Mason for a long time, and it was normal for her hands to shake a little when making potions.
"Mother Teresa, are we here too late? That's why the children are not in the orphanage at this time." Sewell said with a smile on Mr. Mason's face.
"No, they are all here. Please let me check the food first. Please forgive my offense, but this is necessary for the children," said Mother Teresa.
"Please take a look." Darien lifted the linen covering the two baskets, and an enticing aroma wafted out of the baskets.
"This food looks delicious, the children will love it." Mother Teresa smiled and took out her handkerchiefs and took two from each basket, as was her custom.
Then they were taken to a room with a long table and benches where the children usually had their meals.
Mr. Mason and his servant would sit on chairs nearby and watch the nuns distribute food to the children.
Sister Teresa went to bring the children over. It took a little while, and Darien knew why. The children had to be cleaned up and put on starched linen clothes that they couldn't wear on ordinary days. They had to be clean and tidy to meet the guests.
"I'm finally going to see you as a child. I'm really looking forward to it." Sewell whispered in Darien's ear.
"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." Darien pushed his face away. "When I was little, I wasn't cute at all. They all said I was a little stray dog."
"Who are they? I want to dig a hole and bury them all." Seville had a smile on his face.
"Shut up, someone's coming." Darien slapped him away.
It was not Mother Teresa who walked in, but another nun. She had a strange appearance, with an asymmetrical face and one side burned, so her headscarf covered half of her face. There was something wrong with one of her legs, and she walked with a limp.
Darien's eyes stayed on her as he saw her walk in.
Long time no see, Mom Ada.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Mason." Sister Ida greeted Sewell in a hoarse voice.
"Good afternoon, Sister Ida," Sewell said, following Darien's instructions. "How are the children? I hope they have a good appetite."
"They are all looking forward to Mr. Mason's arrival and they also like Mr. Mason's snacks." Sister Ada laughed, and her laughter sounded like a broken bellows.
After she came in, the children behind her lined up and came in one by one.
Sewell kept his eyes on the children who came in, trying to judge which one was the young Darien.
The children in the orphanage are of different heights and hair colors, but they are all a little thin. It is already a good thing that the orphanage built by charity can provide them with enough food.
Darien carried the basket and helped Sister Ada distribute the food. Sister Ada smiled at him with the intact side of her face and thanked him in a low voice.
The children sat down according to their age. Sewell looked at them for a long time and finally found the one who looked most like Darien among the group of children.
He was very short, with dry hair like dried straw. He looked thin and small, with a small face. Only his emerald cat-like eyes were big, and they looked scary on his too small face.
Sewell suppressed the urge to talk to the child and sat firmly in his chair, playing the role of Mr. Mason. Mr. Mason would not talk to any child. He only enjoyed the process of doing charity.
So being a servant was much more convenient. Darien and Sister Ada worked together to divide the pies and cakes in the basket onto plates. After they were done, they could stand together and he could greedily take a few more glances at his mother Ada.
When he was in the hotel, he had always insisted that he could not change the past because any change to the past would affect the future, but now he was wavering and he wanted to do anything for Mother Ada.
For example, he could heal the burns on her face and her lameness, or make her hoarse voice melodious... He could give Mother Ada any beautiful quality in this world.
Darien abandoned his principles and was thinking about how to give all these beautiful qualities to Mother Ada without leaving any trace.
Sewell lowered his eyes and his gaze drifted quietly to the farthest table, in the corner, where a young child was holding a fork and cautiously stuffing pie and cake into his mouth at the same time.
I don't know if eating the two foods together will taste weird.
Can I adopt him and take good care of him? Will Darien agree? How long can they stay here? Seville's thoughts began to race.
The children ate their snacks quietly. Darien and Sister Ida only exchanged a few words and then fell silent.
Once the children had finished their snack, it was time for Mr. Mason to leave.
Darien and Sevier were reluctant to leave, but they had no reason to stay, so they had to leave quickly.
It is impossible for Mr. Mason to come to the orphanage frequently to distribute food. If he appears in the orphanage too often, he will definitely be discovered, so they can no longer appear in the name of Mr. Mason.
On the way back, Darien was thinking about what identity he should take when he went to the orphanage next time and how he should show up so that it wouldn't be strange.
Seville looked at Darien, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He didn't know how to start, so his eyes stayed on Darien.
Darien lowered his head, thinking about something, and didn't notice Sewell's wandering eyes at all.
Darien didn't even glance at Seville until the carriage stopped at the door of the inn.
After entering the room, Darien was finally stopped by Sevier.
"Dear master, have you ever thought about adopting a child?" asked Sewell.
"No! What do you want to do!" Darien glared at him fiercely, "Where do you get this weird idea from? What do you want to do? I haven't accepted your confession yet!"
"You haven't agreed yet? But you have kissed many times even though you are not together, so your hearts must be together..." Mrs. Fitch's voice became lower and lower because she saw Darien glaring at her.
He glared at her, but started to blush.
Darien's expression was fierce and his face was red. He suddenly grabbed Sevier's collar and dragged him into the room.
Slamming the door, Darien sat on the chair and Sevier knelt gently.
"Tell me, what are you planning?" He stepped on Seville's knee.
"I want to adopt you," said Sewell.
"You'd better say that again." Darien laughed and then stomped his feet hard.
"Dear master, can we adopt you as a child together? We can raise him well together." Seville said sincerely.
"No." Darien stomped hard on Sewell's thigh several times. "Did you lose your mind in the orphanage? Have you ever thought that if we adopt me, can I still become a magician in the future? Can I still inherit the tower... I think I can."
"You think it's okay too, right?" Seville's eyes sparkled, as if he had seen a gem.
"Yes... No! No!" Darien thought for a while and finally found the key.
"Why not? You have been adopted by us now. We will take good care of you and teach you personally. Not only can you learn magic, but you can also leave the tower to yourself. Isn't that great?" said Sewell.
Darien was almost tricked by him just now.
"Of course it's not good. If we adopted myself, my growth process would be different. I might not meet you, or Mrs. Fitch and Fitch, and there would be no Leon and Pluto... Do you understand?" he said to Sewell.
"You're right. I was a little too greedy. You were so thin when you were a child, and I just wanted to take good care of him." Seville sighed.
"Get up." Darien turned his head away. "Do you like me that much?"
"Of course, I like you very much. I like every side of you, whether it is you now, you in the past, and you in the future..." Seville approached Darien and gently touched his forehead with his.
"Did you eat honey?" Darien asked.
"No..." Sewell was about to shake his head when he was interrupted.
"Then why does it taste so sweet?" Darien kissed the corner of Sewell's lips.
"Because you're sweet," Sewell smiled and kissed back, which Darien didn't refuse.
"Go a little higher. I can't hear whether they have made up or not." Mrs. Fitch instructed Pluto to fly higher.
Pluto carried Mrs. Fitch upwards, flying higher and higher, getting closer and closer, and accidentally knocked the door open.
The noise was a bit loud.
Darien and Sevier both looked back.
"Are you eavesdropping?" Mr. Mage narrowed his eyes.
Pluto immediately ran around the room in fear. Mrs. Fitch grabbed Pluto's tassel and hung him in the air: "Well! Well! I just wanted to ask you what you guys want for dinner. Oh, you two have made up, right? I just wanted to ask you by the way, but the main thing is what you want for dinner."
"I want beef stew and risotto." Darien just wanted to get rid of them quickly.
Mrs. Fitch and Pluto finally left.
Before dinner, Darien decided to make a schedule.
His childhood memories were too distant, and he only remembered a few scattered people and a few things. He had to plan carefully how to rescue the person who saved him and how to give a gift to Ada's mother.
Ada's mother's side was relatively simple, but Darien could hardly remember that man. In his memory, he had never seen that man's face.
He only remembered that the man seemed to be a nearby performer, who sometimes admitted that he was a magician and could perform magic tricks. He always wore colorful robes and hid his face under a mask.
How to avoid his death?
Or should we wait until everything happens before resurrecting that person?
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