Chapter 96 Praying for Darien's Memories
There is a statue in the monastery, and Mother Ada often prays to the statue alone at night.
When Darien was very young, he once sneaked out of the house and saw Mother Ada praying devoutly to the statue, but the statue never responded to her.
What prayers did Mother Ida offer to the idol? He seemed not to have heard them.
No matter what, let’s do it right the first time and give all the good qualities to Mother Ada. She deserves it.
Darien clearly remembers being the most unsociable child in the orphanage. They all said he was weird, that he would rather count ants than play games with them, and that he was an ugly guy with straw hair.
So it became natural to bully such a child who didn't fit in. Water would be deliberately poured on his bed, and then the nuns would be told that he had wet the bed. His food would be deliberately knocked to the ground... The child's malice came out of nowhere.
Mother Teresa was very strict and required all children to be well-behaved and polite, so she would punish all the restless children, whether they were bullies or those who rebelled after being bullied.
Only Mother Ada was gentle. Most children avoided her, thinking she was a witch who would eat children, but Darien knew that she was very gentle when she told him bedtime stories, would secretly give him candy to comfort him, and would change his bed sheets.
She didn't think he was a weird kid and always answered his weird questions patiently. She was his first teacher.
Because of her ugly appearance, almost no one was willing to talk to Mother Ada. Although Mother Teresa worked in the same orphanage as her, they only communicated about work matters, so in the end, only young Darien was able to talk to her.
But Darien just sat next to her and listened to her chatter for a while.
He clearly remembered that Ada's mother hoped that he would have a normal appearance, a normal body, and a normal voice. She hoped that she would be a normal person.
It's a very simple wish.
It was a little late now, so Darien put away his plan and decided to go to the orphanage to look for the magician tomorrow, and then sneak into the orphanage at night and pretend to be a god to respond to Ada's mother's wish.
During dinner, Mrs. Fitch asked if there was a house to rent near Darien. It was inconvenient to borrow the kitchen when staying in a hotel. There were always people passing by and using the kitchen, and they would steal her ingredients. What was even worse was that they would scream and say they wanted to kill mice.
Darian thought about it and felt that staying in a hotel was indeed not very convenient. Not only did he have to use the kitchen, but the sound insulation was also not very good. Darian could hear the walls making noises while he was half asleep in the middle of the night.
Then let Seville find a house to rent closer to the orphanage tomorrow morning, and then go to the orphanage in the afternoon to have a look.
The next morning, Seville took half of the money he brought here and rented a small two-story, two-bedroom house. He came back early and brought breakfast.
"Sevier, what is this?" Darien asked, looking at the breakfast in front of him.
"It's breakfast," replied Sewell.
"Of course I know what's in this pie and why it smells so strange," said Darien.
"It's horse pie," said Sewell.
"Take it away, I don't eat such strange things." Darien wrinkled his nose.
"Would you like some blueberry cookies?" Sewell said. "I also bought some blueberry cookies."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I want some cookies," said Darien.
"I thought you might like to try some special food." Sewell smiled and tried to feed Darien.
He was glared at by Darien and could only withdraw his hand regretfully.
"We moved directly to that house this afternoon. Did you see the magician when you got there today?" Darien asked while eating cookies.
"I saw him performing magic tricks for children on the street, making roses out of colored paper," said Sewell.
"I haven't seen him for a long time. I hope he's still there this afternoon. When I was a kid, I really wanted to receive that rose, but he always gave it to a few fixed children," said Darian.
"It sounds like you are not familiar with him. Why did he give the tower to you?" Seville asked his question.
"I don't know either, but he did it." Darien also felt it was a bit unreasonable.
"What do you remember?" asked Sewell.
"I just remember that it happened very suddenly. One day, people from the church came to the orphanage. They said I was the devil's child. The children in the orphanage also testified that I was very close to the magician..." The expression on Darien's face became even more confused.
"But before that, you just wanted a rose," Sewell said. "It's strange that they would think you were the devil's child. It's more like they just grabbed someone at random."
"My next memory is of the stake in the square. He was tied next to me, gave me the key, and then burned to death." Darien said, "I remember the fire never burned me. Maybe it was the tower's blessing on the key's owner."
"How did you leave later?" Sewell continued to ask.
"A blood-red rain fell from the sky, melting those people and swallowing them up in the rain. The rain grew heavier, washing them all away. I walked a long way, to another town, and was adopted by a young lady. "Adopted isn't quite the right word, because she never met me. She simply funded my education at a school for magicians," Darien said. "I'm very grateful to that unknown lady. When I grew up, I went to look for her, but she refused to see me and quickly disappeared."
"She's a good person, we can try to find her," said Sewell.
"We probably won't be able to hold out that long. The effect of the Time Stone will wear off, and I don't know what the consequences will be if we forcibly open the Plantagenet Gate." Darien shook his head and rejected the proposal.
"That's such a pity." Sewell sighed, "If possible, I really want to raise you myself."
"Don't even think about it. Okay, let's pack our luggage and move into our new home before noon." Darian took the initiative to end the topic. Moving is a very troublesome thing and more time needs to be reserved.
They left the inn in a carriage before noon and moved into the little house.
Because the house couldn't be rented out, it was filled with dust, cobwebs, and rats. There was no yard. What was better than sharing a wall with the neighbors was that it was a single-family house by the bridge, and the stone walls were a little damp.
After moving in, they spent a day cleaning. There was dust and moss everywhere. Because there was no yard facing the street, Darien couldn't move all the furniture out of the house, so they could only clean it up bit by bit themselves and repair the broken furniture.
Darien couldn't get out of the house until night fell. This house was so scary!
Since he didn't go to the orphanage in the afternoon and didn't see the magician again, Darien had to start preparing to visit Mother Ada tonight.
Every night, Mother Ada prays in her small prayer room. In order to better fulfill her wishes, you have to listen carefully to her prayers.
Darien faced the two potions in front of him and asked Sewell, "Which potion do you think I should use, the Transfiguration Potion or the Invisibility Potion? Which one do you think will be better for hiding behind the statue?"
Sewell said, "Transfiguration potion, we can turn into bees. As long as there is a crack in the window, we can fly anywhere."
Darien nodded, "Then the Transfiguration Potion."
According to memory, Mother Ada would pray in front of the statue at around nine o'clock in the evening. At that time, the children in the orphanage had gone to bed and the night patrol work was done. From nine o'clock on, it was her private time.
Darien would occasionally slip out of bed at ten o'clock and go into Mama Ada's room, where Mama Ada would tell him a story and teach him words he hadn't learned during the day, using Mama Ada's graphite pen and writing board.
The orphanage is only across a bridge from the house they live in now. It only takes five minutes to walk across the bridge to the orphanage.
Darien decided to go there early so that he could fly into the prayer room with Mother Ada.
At eight o'clock that evening, Darien and Sewell went out.
There was almost no light in this small town at night. Only the dim light of oil lamps occasionally shone through the narrow windows of a few houses. Darien and Seville didn't even bring oil lamps, and only used the moon in the night sky to illuminate the road under their feet.
The place with light under your feet is a puddle, and the dark place is not necessarily safe either. It may be mud that came from nowhere, and you will sink into it if you step on it.
Darien and Sevier held each other's arms and walked carefully from the beginning to the end of the bridge. The orphanage at the end of the bridge was completely plunged into darkness.
"Do you remember the way?" Sewell asked Darien in a low voice.
"I think I remember it," Darien said. "It's still early, we can go around a few more times."
They drank the transformation potion together, and the two little bees flew over the wall of the orphanage, turned to the vegetable garden in the orphanage corridor, and finally found Mother Ada holding a lamp in the corridor.
The light from the oil lamp was dim, and she had a veil on her head, which covered her face and made her look less terrifying than during the day.
Darien and Seville followed stealthily, and after flying for a while, they felt a little tired, so they simply lay side by side on Ada's mother's headscarf and were taken into the prayer room.
Mother Ada placed the oil lamp on the floor, pulled the cushion over, knelt down, and began to pray to the statue.
Her voice was so soft that if Darien hadn't been lying on her headscarf, it would have been almost inaudible.
The prayers all begin with the same words: "Revered God, I am your faithful believer Ada, I want to tell you my most noble..."
Darien felt like yawning; the prayer made him sleepy, but bees don't yawn.
After a long list of tributes to the gods, Mother Ada finally spoke of her prayer: "Dear God, I always can't help but imagine that if I were a woman with normal appearance, I would not be exiled to a monastery by my father, and I would be able to have my own family like my sisters..."
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