Cloud Thinking

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Charles's weathered face showed a nostalgic look. He raised his head slightly, as if reminiscing about the past. His dry lips slightly opened, and he looked at the blue sky outside the window. He slowly exhaled a long breath, then nodded and said:

"Wednesday is indeed my pen name, but the content of the book was completed by the four of us brothers together."

"My eldest brother is good at swordsmanship and fighting. If he hadn't protected us, we would have died on the streets at such a young age."

"My third brother is good at archery and horsemanship. When he was young, he was full of vigor and vitality. He could easily take the enemy's head from a distance of 100 meters. He is also the most lively and active one among the four of us brothers. The days with him are always lively."

"As for my fourth brother, he is a rare genius. Even though the three of us brothers are already young and promising, it is only in front of him that we deeply understand that there is always someone better than you."

"Some people are born to achieve great things. My fourth brother is such a person. He is good at magic and chess. Although he is the youngest, he has the deepest mind and is good at calculating. Whenever I see the enemy being fooled by him, I feel deeply moved. Fortunately, he is our brother, not our enemy."

"I don't have any special skills. I can only write books, cook, and take care of children. None of my four brothers have started a family. I thought that my eldest brother, third brother, and fourth brother are so talented that there must be successors. So I wrote these books, thinking that one day I might meet someone who can appreciate me, or become the enlightenment guide of future geniuses."

"I wrote on and off for almost nine years. My eldest brother passed away, and my third and fourth brothers left me. I suppressed my sadness and loneliness and managed to finish seven books based on my memories."

"But the readers I need most are no longer here, so only bookworms can appreciate my works. I think the books Your Highness saw must have been sold by me a few years ago. I am really...extremely grateful to have your appreciation..."

Helia: I don't know how to respond to what you said. I can't just say that I came here because I suspect you are a member of a cult? That's too direct. I don't think the other party will admit it.

"I see. Sir, don't be too sad. I believe that brothers will be reunited in the future." Helia pretended to comfort him. She was not very interested in the story of the brothers. She thought she could get clues about the Morrogan religion, but now it seemed that the dean was just an ordinary person?

Uh - maybe not ordinary? Listening to his stories, his other three brothers sounded very impressive. Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that he is bragging, but since his eldest brother was able to leave behind enough money to run such a large orphanage for nearly fifteen years, he must not be a simple person.

I'll find out later. Anyway, as an investor and the financial sponsor of Dulu Orphanage, shouldn't they open their doors and welcome me whenever I want?

Every time at this time, Helia couldn't help but sigh, it's really good to have money, with money you can go all the way, without money you can't move an inch!

The doctor they invited gave Charles a rough check-up and found that they were all chronic illnesses that would not be recovered in a short time. Helia paid for all his subsequent treatments. It was not a useless money. If this man was really related to the Morrogan cult, Charles would die of the illness before she could dig out some clues from him. Then all her efforts would be in vain.

After that, Helia played with the children for a while, and then said goodbye briefly. Helia promised to come again next time, and then she and Ian Hill got on the carriage for the return trip. Jepas trotted after the carriage and waved goodbye to Helia, and only when the carriage went farther and farther did Helia retract her body that was half leaning out of the window.

You know what, such a sincere child is the most likable.

"Your Highness, I have a request." Ian Hill suddenly spoke, his silver-gray eyes fixed on Helia. He really had a pair of eyes that were so affectionate that even a dog could look at them.

"You want to borrow other books? It's not impossible. Come to the library tomorrow and I'll register for you."

Helia had guessed that he would take the initiative to borrow books from her as soon as she mentioned the Three-Day Quick-Study series of books. Although she deliberately concealed the fact that the library did not have the book "Teaching You Three-Day Quick-Study Swordsmanship", there were other books in the same series. Given his personality of collecting rare books, he would definitely borrow them to read.

As for why he had to come in person tomorrow, well, it was mainly because she wanted to test this man again. After all, he was acting too suspiciously, and Helia would not allow herself to have such a mine buried next to her that might explode or not.

"Thank you, Your Highness. You are really kind and kind." Ian Hill praised. Hearing this, Helia frowned inexplicably. Why did she feel that he had said this many times? Looking at his expression, he seemed to be sincere, but she just felt that he was perfunctory.

Helia had dinner with Lady Iena. Her three brothers and sisters were not at home, and Hulick was so old that even dogs hated him. He had been playing outside with his friends all day and had not returned yet.

It was a dinner for only two people, but this was pretty much the norm at Perkin Castle. Before Helia came, Lady Iena often ate alone, occasionally meeting up with friends. Her children were grown up and no longer needed her company, and her husband was very busy, so she, the hostess, could only silently enjoy the loneliness under this prosperity.

Helia noticed this, and during meals she would always take the initiative to tell Iena what she had done that day and what interesting things she had encountered. Even though there were only two of them, the dinner table was always happy and lively thanks to Helia's eloquent mouth.

"Dulu Orphanage? I seem to have heard something about it." After listening to Helia's story about her visit to the orphanage today, Iyena stopped what she was doing thoughtfully and searched her memory for relevant information.

Helia did not make a sound to disturb her reminiscence, but slowly forked a piece of perfectly roasted beef and stuffed it into her mouth. She was really hungry after running around outside all day.

"I remember now. The Dulu Orphanage was quite famous before. It covered a large area and was very beautifully built. It adopted many street children. Many of the children who came out of it became well-known figures in the future. I even attended its opening ceremony." Iyena said, "But I haven't heard much about the Dulu Orphanage since then. I thought it was doing well."

"Why did Xiaoya suddenly feel like going there?"

"When I was sorting the books in the library, I found a very interesting book, so I asked my sister to help me look up the author. It turned out to be the director of the Duru Orphanage. Out of admiration, I went to visit him in person, but I didn't expect the orphanage to be so difficult to run." Helia's eyelids drooped slightly, as if she felt sad and distressed for those suffering children.

"Oh, in that case, I'll go and have a look someday." Iyena frowned slightly, feeling sorry for the children, but she felt a little strange after saying this, "But in all these years, I haven't received any visiting cards or letters from the Dulu Orphanage."

Iyena is a well-known philanthropist in Sartide and is very passionate about charity. It can be said that she has donated to almost all orphanages and charity halls in Sartide. She often goes there when she has nothing to do. Even if there are places she has not been to, the people who manage the orphanages or charity halls will take the initiative to write visiting cards or letters to Mrs. Iyena asking for help when they encounter financial difficulties, and she has never refused requests from the children.

Perhaps some people think that Mrs. Iyena is a sucker. After all, some orphanages take advantage of this and deliberately capture stray children from the street and keep them in captivity, then try to make money by acting pitifully with Iyena.

But in Helia's opinion, Madam Iena was the one who could truly be described as "a beautiful and kind person". She had never lost her kindness because of being deceived by such evil-minded people once or twice. When she found out that someone had defrauded her of her money, she did not show mercy and taught those evil-minded people a lesson according to the rules.

The measure of kindness lies in her heart.

But it was precisely because she knew Iyena's character that Helia found it strange. Charles took over this orphanage fifteen years ago and lived in Satede for a full fifteen years. How could he not have heard of the good name of Mrs. Iyena? If you catch a dog on the street, you might recognize this kind lady who is so kind that she doesn't hesitate to give alms to stray dogs.

But after he got into financial difficulties, he did not ask for help from the real ruler of Sart or the lady of the lord who was famous for her kindness. It was strange. There was a best and widest road in front of him, but he chose to take those narrow and bumpy paths, even though he knew very well that those paths might not lead to his final destination, and even though he knew very well that the main road would definitely lead to the destination, he still turned a blind eye.

"Are you sure you remember it correctly? Maybe it was delivered before, but you didn't see it. After all, countless people send visiting cards to you every day." Helia asked.

Iyena shook her head firmly. "I had people collect all the letters about charity donations. I may not have time to read other letters, but I did read every one of these carefully. I don't remember any from the Dulu Orphanage."

But after saying this, she revealed a hint of uncertainty, "But I can't say for sure. Maybe I'm getting old and forgetful. I'll look it over later and tell you, Xiaoya, then."

"By the way, aunt, do you know much about a retainer in your house named Ian Hill?" Helia asked again.

"Oh! Xiaoya, are you talking about that particularly handsome boy? I was deeply impressed by him." Iyena replied almost instantly. It seems that humans always have a little more preference for beautiful things.

"He arrived at Perkinsburg almost at the same time as you, Xiaoya. He claimed to be a wandering poet who liked to travel around the country and collect rare books. This time he came for a book." She told everything she knew. "He was received by the marshal. I don't know what they talked about. Then he stayed at Perkinsburg."

"Xiao Ya, are you interested in him?" Iyena smiled, which made Helia feel uneasy. If she had looked in the mirror when she was chasing CP before, she would probably find that Iyena's smile was still restrained. Compared with hers, it was nothing.

Helia smiled helplessly and shook her head, "No, I ran into him at the door today. Coincidentally, he was also going to the Dulu Orphanage, so we went together."

If Iyena was still thinking about gossip and matchmaking at the beginning, after listening to Helia's words, she became wary of this guest of unknown origin.

On the way? On what way? How could it be such a coincidence? It sounded like Ian Hill was deliberately approaching Helia. Considering Xiaoya's identity, could this guy have some evil intentions towards Xiaoya?

Could it be that the damn black magicians had sneaked in? She had heard before that Helia was murdered by one of her classmates. That person was a very powerful melee fighter, but he disguised himself as a weak healing magician to get close to Helia and almost killed her!

As the saying goes, you can know a person's face but not his heart. Who can guess what purpose this person has in approaching Helia?

No, no! No matter if this guy is a black magician or not, this bud must be strangled in the germination stage!

After dinner, Helia paced back to her room to rest, but on the way she bumped into Hawke who had just returned. He was dusty, unshaven, and looked tired, as if he hadn't had a good rest for several days.

The two of them stopped at the same time and looked at each other, as if whoever spoke first would lose. In the end, Helia didn't want to waste time here, so she spoke first: "Good evening, Marshal. You look very tired. Is there something wrong?"