Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 18 - Room Door
The sun has risen, the birds have started to chirp outside, the Musons have also started to do a lot of activities.
I opened my window, the air was very fresh, the cool breeze blew against my face and flew my blond hair.
It's hard to believe I'm going to be this calm even though my village was just attacked by crazy people a few days ago. I don't want to remember, but it's hard to forget.
About three days ago, Wheatville had just been hit by a disaster that made me always think about what the sins of the villagers that made this all happen.
Our village that holds a lot of beautiful memories in life, burned until it feels like a piece of wood is no longer left.
Not to mention the death toll, most of the condition of the body is very very very heartbreaking to anyone who saw it, especially the family and closest relatives.
Kriet's!
I glanced towards the door of my room, there I saw a short brown-haired man who was smiling a little at me.
"It's breakfast time, Victoria." said my uncle.
"Yes, Uncle. I take a shower first." I reply.
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Three days had passed since the incident, Uncle himself was forced to return to his old life as a Doctor. At least with that, he and I have a "worthy" place to live".
I mean, Muson is a very, very big city. The building is completely different from the building in Wheatville.
So far away, the Clint Family Home in Wheatville alone almost resembles my current residence and Uncle (no wonder here the taxes are so expensive).
In addition to the building, its citizens are also completely lame. It is so lame that even the poorest people in Muson will be disgusted to see Wheatville residents.
Therefore, there are many Wheatville refugees whose fate is very poor in Muson. Most fared as slaves, vagabonds, and some were not even allowed to enter the Muson at all.
Therefore I am very grateful to the Soul of Pensylon because Uncle used to live here with a very noble job.
Although Uncle is a resident of Wheatville, but he has a reputation as a doctor who is at least "sufficient to be considered human" so we do not have the slightest trouble to be accepted in the Capital of Pensylon.
"Victoria, don't stay there long!"
Ah yes, I was too cool to daydream until I forgot that I was taking a shower. Therefore, I hurried to get a towel and dry my body.
Then put on your clothes and get out of the bathroom.
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I can smell Uncle's cooking. I knew a fourteen-year-old girl like me should be able to cook, but still no matter how I cook, Uncle's cooking is still better on my tongue.
"What are we eating today, Uncle?" my many.
"Regular" he said.
"Other soup?"
"Your favorite isn't it?"
I have to admit, I really like Soup. But like many people, I would get tired of eating soup after days of eating it, right?
"Are there no other dishes, Uncle?" I asked.
"Nothing, just eat what's there." he replied while reading a paper that had written it.
I can read a little bit of the paper. It's hard to believe that a country boy like me can read. The strange thing is not because it was taught by Norman, but because Christopher often brought his grandfather's strange book.
Obviously, I can see what's written on the paper. Especially the ones with the largest letter size. It says...
......"WHEATVILLE HAS BEEN ATTACKED! THE FILTHY VILLAGERS ARE NOW EVACUATING TO MUSON"......
Not only that, I can also see some opinions of Muson residents here because there are quotes before the paragraph.
"Give those dirty farmers back where they came from!"
"Why the hell do they have to come here? Just make the city dirty!"
"Good, since that day every moment I smell is the smell of cattle dung."
"Does Wheatville have absolutely no 'bath' in their vocabulary? Oh yeah, I forgot they're all illiterate."
So mean. Those who feed them are us, but they degrade us to the best of their dignity.
"Victoria.." call Uncle.
"What?" I said loudly because I was already upset at the words of the ungrateful citizens here.
Uncle glanced at a door that had been closed since three days ago. I looked at him as well and understood exactly what this man meant.
Christopher.
Because Uncle felt sorry for him, he invited Christopher to stay with us for a while.
But ever since the three of us arrived at this residence, Christopher had always confined himself. Never left the door of his room unlocked.
Sometimes I worry that he'll end his own life in that room without me and Uncle noticing.
For the Soul of Pensylon, what evil thoughts are these?
Uncle asked me to knock on Christopher's door and asked him to come eat with us.
Uncle has given up on taking Christopher to breakfast together since yesterday. Because every time you ask, the answer is always the same...
"Leave me alone."
That's why this time, he asked me to take him to breakfast together. It is said that men will listen more to the speech of the opposite sex.
With that capital, I ventured closer to the door of his room. And then after that...
Geck! Geck! Geck!
"Christopher? Breakfast time. Come have breakfast with us." I cried.
There is no answer but silence.
"Christopher?"
Still no answer. For the Soul of Pensylon, please!
Geck! Geck! Geck!
"CHRISTOPHER!!!" call her.
Completely silent. This time I really panicked, Uncle was the same. Therefore, he also rushed to where I was at the moment.
A DUG! A DUG! A DUG!
"CHRISTOPHER HAMILTON! YOU HEAR ME?!" my yelling.
Uncle himself was now trying to forcefully open this door. Oh, Pensylons. I'm begging you, whatever happens don't let Christo
"Leave me alone!"
Wait, Christopher just answered?
"Leave me alone!"
Praise the Soul of Pensylon, I thought Christopher... Oh, no, he just freaked me out.
This was the first time I felt relieved after she forced me to leave her alone, because I worried about her as she locked herself away.
I'd be a lot more worried if he ended his own life.
But because of that answer, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. At least for now.
"All right, then." I said.
With a heavy heart, I put some soup for Christopher at his door. I don't know if he'll eat it or not, but it would be better than letting him be cooped up in his room hungry.
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Lunch time was past, and I didn't feel the soup this morning nor did Christopher's lunch loaf be touched at all. It was already completely cold, even the soup was now a world paradise for flies.
It's really bad, it's been three days that this kind of incident has passed. Christopher didn't come out of his room for three days unless he wanted to poop, and it was rare that he didn't eat or drink much.
Let alone eat, drink he was very rare. Every day, he only drank about two glasses. My uncle told me that humans need about eight glasses of water per day.
Oh Pensylon, how will you make that poor boy like this?
Geck! Geck! Geck!
The sound of knocking on the door. Not the door to this room, but the front door. Fortunately, Uncle was quite close to that place. Therefore, he opened the front door to welcome anyone who was there.
Kriet's!
From behind that door, I saw two male figures. Father and son, and they were no strangers to me...
"I didn't think we'd see each other again so soon, Victoria." said the boy.
True, they are Mr. Alexander and his son...
"NORMAN!!!"
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