Personality V: I will save everything

Actually, do you really think Lucas should be equated with explosions?

of course not!

For Lucas, the explosion was just a small episode in his daily life.

It's just that this interlude is a bit too much, so much so that it's almost becoming the main theme... (﹁“﹁)

However, at this moment Lucas was already discouraged.

He lay face up on the ground of the manor like a dead fish, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. He had completely given up, feeling that scientific research and he were simply incompatible and had no fate at all.

At this moment, Percy and Alva, who had originally planned to beat Lucas up, saw how depressed he was, and their anger gradually subsided. They looked at each other and decided to give up the fight and instead began to comfort Lucas.

"Hey, don't be so sad, Lucas. Maybe you can try doing something else." Percy said softly.

Lucas slowly turned his head and looked at Percy who was speaking, his eyes empty and confused, "For example?" His voice was low and weak, as if he had lost all his vitality.

This question really stumped Percy. He scratched his head, pondered for a long time, and finally said, "Well... maybe you can start with the simplest things. For example, how about going to Servi and helping him deal with his magic equipment?"

Lucas listened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a bitter smile. "Servi said that if I dared to mess with his magic props, he would scatter my ashes."

"But we have to find a way. After all, I think if the situation continues to develop like this, the owner of the manor will soon send you to the Dream Witch." Alva said helplessly. Although he really couldn't like Lucas, he also felt that it was a bit too much to send Lucas to the Dream Witch like this. After all, the child did not deserve to die.

Lucas fell silent after hearing Alva's words. He rested his chin on his hand and began to think seriously. After a while, he suddenly looked up, a glint of excitement in his eyes, and said, "I've got it! I'm going to study music and compose the world's music with musical notes!"

"Oh?" Alva looked at Lucas in surprise. "That's a very unique idea of ​​yours."

However, Percy, standing by, poured cold water on Lucas's plan without mercy. He said sarcastically, "That's a nice thought... You can't even tell the difference between Do, Re, Mi, and Fa, and you can't even arrange the seventh note of the musical scale, and you still want to make music? I'd rather believe that the lab won't explode again today."

"Then I'm going to paint and record the world with colors." His eyes were full of passion and yearning for painting, as if he had already seen the colorful world he had painted with his brush.

However, the person next to him poured cold water on him mercilessly: "You can't even tell the difference between light blue and sapphire blue, how can you think you can do it?" This sentence was like a sharp sword, piercing his fantasy and making him realize his shortcomings in color recognition.

However, he was not defeated by this small setback. Instead, he quickly adjusted his mind: "Then I will learn cooking." This time, his determination seemed to be stronger than before.

However, the other party's response was still so sharp: "Do you want to be the second Jack in the manor?" This sentence obviously hinted to him that learning cooking might not be an easy thing, and there might already be someone in the manor who was not good at cooking like Jack.

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Half an hour later...

Lucas gave up on him completely and suddenly felt that following the Dream Witch was also a good choice...

“But there must be a way out…”

In fact, halfway through the conversation, Alva felt that Percy had gone a little too far, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that each of his comments was not wrong.

But we can't really send Lucas to the Dream Witch, this kid really doesn't deserve to die...

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"So you guys still send him over here, Huo Huo, and I'm here?"

After hearing the previous series of explanations, Servi felt that it was unnecessary. If that was the case, what was the point of them standing there and discussing for half an hour? In the end, they were still sent to him.

But what could Servi do? Now that he was here, he couldn't really send Lucas to that dream witch, could he?

Although Servi didn't know who the Dream Witch was, he probably couldn't associate the word "witch" with anything good.

But fortunately, the task that Servi assigned to Lucas at the beginning was not very difficult. As long as he had normal concentration, he could do it. That was to put the magic props that Servi had put in disorder back according to the original recording.

Since it was a simple job, and Lucas was doing the movements with his hands, it did not prevent him from chatting. As they chatted, they talked about the man who had injured Kreacher before.

In fact, if Lucas hadn't said it, Servi would have almost forgotten about him. He only knew that the man was later sent to a mental hospital. After all, his mental state was indeed not very good.

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"You're asking that. I did go see him, and he was always in bondage."

Lydia was a little confused by these two grown men. In order to solve this problem, they actually came to her. Should she praise them for their curiosity?

But in the end, although Lydia also hated that guy, after all, he caused Kreacher to be seriously injured, but Lydia was still a doctor after all, and she would still have the right attitude towards patients.

Efron Weisz's current mental state can really be described as very bad. If it was because of the iron piece inserted in his brain before, then now it is a complete psychological trauma.

He made a fuss in the mental hospital every day and tried every possible way to commit suicide, but unfortunately, due to the instructions of Count Baden, there was no other way for him to die except from old age.

"Why bring him up all of a sudden?"

It was obvious that Lydia's words were mixed with some personal emotions, but everyone present pretended not to hear it.

"Nothing, just a little curious suddenly."