Chapter 538 Ch537 Halida's Choice (Part 8)

Chapter 538 Ch.537 Halida’s Choice (Part 8)

Halida meets Mason Lyle.

So.

What should she say?

The girl holding her brother felt itchy in her throat, as if someone had buried some bird feathers in her flesh and blood since she was a child. As she grew and took root, the itching made her feel faintly uncomfortable when she spoke.

"Now, you can be considered honest, right?"

When Mason Lyle heard her say, 'It's all spent', he became very angry: "That's five shillings! My benefactor! Don't you have any dexterity at all?! Learn from Anto! Learn from him! That kid can get things done quickly and well every time!”

He roughly grabbed the swaddle, lifted it up, and put it down again.

He opened the wrap covering his face and pinched the baby's green face.

then.

Give it a few hard spanks.

Then, stare closely at his limbs.

Even my breathing became much lighter.

wait…

After a few breaths, the baby's dry little fingers flicked slightly.

Mason Lyle immediately beamed.

"Very good, very good." The man with a rosy face pushed the baby: "Look, he is still alive, your brother is still alive."

He magnanimously told Halida that if she didn't want to feed him the powder, she shouldn't do it. He allowed Halida to feed his children some food, but she had to get it herself.

In addition, he also allowed Halida to receive an extra penny a week.

This is a salary, and the benefactor is above.

Halida was overjoyed.

then.

She carried her brother back to her tent, dug a hole under the turf, dug out the wooden box, and found two items inside that she had treasured for a long time.

A five-pound gold coin and an exquisite butterfly hairpin.

She thought for a while, picked up the hairpin, and went to Sister Bodelli's tent.

And then got ridiculed again.

Bodai Peng grinned his blackened front teeth: "Do you think I will bring this thing?"

Bodelli was too lazy to pay attention to her sister, took the hair accessory, thanked her, and pinned it in her hair.

"Does it look good?" she asked.

Halida's silver eyes sparkled: "It looks good."

"Did that gentleman give it to you?"

"It's his...sister."

Bodelli was surprised: "That's a very good gift. You want to give me this precious treasure? How many pounds is it worth at least... maybe more? I can't estimate it."

However, Halida didn't care about the numerical value of the butterfly hair ornament.

"hope."

She shook Bodali's hand, suddenly remembered something, and glanced to the other side of her body with twinkling eyes.

Bodaibon clasped his ears, not intending to stretch out his hands, and stared at her provocatively.

In the end, Halida did not dare to say anything.

She was a little scared.

"Hope..." Bodali touched the butterfly's wings and said happily: "Yes, Halida, hope... we all have to thank it."

The fluttering butterflies in her hair did not shine beautifully on Halida's head.

But in Halida's own opinion, she had conquered her fear once and done something 'big' - that was a gift given to her by Miss Beatrice.

Now, she gave it to Bodelli.

May the gods who don’t know what to manage, may you bless Mr. Collins, Mr. Taylor, Miss Beatrice, and me and sisters Bodelie and Bodebon.

She thought this in her heart, but she was afraid that she was asking for too much and the gods would not care.

So, 'Mr Taylor' and 'himself' were subtracted from it.

After thinking about it, I subtracted ‘Podepong’.

Only Collins, Beatrice and Bodelli were left.

Three more?

Halida was uneasy because she had a small plan in her heart and was not pious - because protecting Bodelie was equivalent to protecting Bodaipon.

She can only hope for God's grace and never for sin.

A few days later.

My brother is getting sicker.

Without the Dover fans, he did not appear to be 'awakened', but rather 'distorted' - it seemed that some kind of addiction was tormenting him, making him struggle constantly and tossing around at night.

The shrill scream that came from that mouth was comparable to the scream of the scariest bird in your ears.

He began to vomit, vomiting brown juice from his mouth, then green, then pink.

Clumpy.

Slippery and rancid.

Halida had no choice but to find Mason Lyle.

However, the group leader was extremely gracious and said that she could leave her brother in the tent and let him think of a solution—the last resort.

Maybe you can survive from death.

Halida became uneasy again.

really.

Two days later.

Mason Lyle came to her with a sad face and said.

The child is dead.

Halida screamed and barked, begging him to let her see her brother.

But Mason Lyle said it wasn't the body that mattered now: it was the soul.

‘You don’t know the soul, do you? ’ He told Halida that, in fact, people in this world have souls, and everyone has one.

Otherwise, why would everyone believe in that cross?

'Your brother did no evil, but suffered all the time. Believe me, kid, he will go to heaven. ’

Mason Lyle described to Halida the scene he heard from the priest: about heaven, the country flowing with golden honey and sweet milk, the glorious palace on the clouds full of the most melodious music.

Halida believed this.

Because his brother has indeed never done any evil in his life.

The only bad thing is having a useless sister, a monster-like sister.

Otherwise, he would have survived.

‘So, do you want your brother to go to heaven or hell? ’ Mason Lyle stared at her strangely: ‘Do you want me to describe the scene of hell to you? ’

Halida didn’t believe that her brother would go to hell.

‘Yes, yes, the premise is that there must be a priest. You know, now you need a ticket to go anywhere. ’

So.

Five pounds.

An exact number.

‘With this money, I will add a little more - for the sake of your and his diligence, I will find a priest and let your brother enjoy eternal peace...Halida, don’t let my kindness go to waste. ’

Halida lied that she didn’t have five pounds, although anyone could see that ‘lie’.

——Her whole face was wrinkled like a 200-year-old man, her toes were fighting for no reason, and her pair of silver eyes looked around, but she refused to look at the man in front of her.

‘Ah, of course, of course you have it. When Anto passed by the Bodali tent, he heard a little secret... a little secret. ’

Mason Lyle joked: ‘You actually hid the property, child. It seems that not only you can't go to heaven, but your brother can't go either. ’

Halida began to be afraid again.

She was afraid of her brother's blame-although she thought that she would not be able to meet her brother after death, and they would not go to the same place.

But if she didn't spend the money and let her brother fall into hell...

She couldn't watch her brother suffer.

That terrible place of suffering full of fire and darkness.

But.

But... the five pounds was not money.

It was the "hope" that Mr. Collins gave him, which she stroked day and night, almost wearing out the pattern on it.

It was a symbol.

She worshipped this symbol and the man behind the symbol more than worshipping and respecting the father of all things.

She prayed day and night to a gold coin.

It was no longer "money".

What to do?

Fear soaked her trachea.

Halida felt suffocated.

‘Let me tell you about hell…’

Mason Lyle added weight to one end of the scale, as if he suddenly thought of something: ‘Oh, yes, Halida. Didn’t you tell me before that your mother wanted you to take good care of your brother? ’

Mother…

Mother wanted me to take good care of my brother and take good care of myself.

This became the last feather.

Five pounds…

I want my brother to go to heaven.

He can’t suffer in hell like me.