Chapter 545 Ch544 Dog Trainer Shandel

Chapter 545 Ch.544 Dog Trainer Shandel

When Shandel was young, he spent a period of free and wonderful days in the countryside.

Next door lived an old woman named Coffey.

His father was still awake at that time, and often told Shandel the stories that had happened in this desolate and cold land - Mrs. Coffey was the most interesting one.

Her husband was a small farmer who kept a few cows and raised scattered chickens.

Mrs. Coffey stayed in the willow lounge chair in the yard every day, holding a sewing needle in her hand, humming long and melodious ballads until she was drowsy from sewing or woke up by knocking on the door.

Next door to the next door - next door to Shandel and her father, there used to be a family of four.

Her husband was a shoemaker with a lame leg. According to her father, he was rarely seen outside in those years.

On the contrary, his wife often greeted him, and every week on time, she would carry her husband's handmade leather shoes in a bag to sell in a town not too far away.

Sometimes he would come back happily, sometimes he would be dejected - my father and Mrs. Coffey had patronized the shoemaker's business and bought a pair of brown, slightly pointed, stitched leather shoes from him.

One day at noon.

The shoemaker's wife knocked on the door anxiously.

'John is in the tree! '

Since we mentioned a family of four, in addition to the shoemaker, his wife and a baby girl in swaddling clothes, the remaining one is the eight-year-old Mr. John in the tree.

Anyone who has climbed a tree knows it.

When you are climbing up, you always have endless energy, but once you stop, hesitate whether to stop here, or pretend to show off lightly and calmly, you will find that you are already far away from the ground - those friends who said they would share life and death with you have already escaped without a trace.

The shoemaker is a cripple, and his wife can't climb trees.

So, the anxious mother knocked on Mrs. Coffey's door.

Mrs. Coffey's husband died that year.

He saved the child, but he fell and broke his neck.

From that day on, the Coffey family's small farm gradually declined.

But the shoemaker's family prospered, and soon they moved out of this remote village to the town and the bigger city. At that time, I heard from my father that the shoemaker's son who was rescued that year, the brave John, has become a well-known man now, and people are proud to mention his name.

'What happened next? '

Little Cinder, like other children, also likes to ask questions.

So, his father said again.

One day later.

A group of thugs came to the village.

——It was a quiet afternoon, and Mrs. Coffey's door was knocked by a young man.

The young man who was desperate because of debt collection begged her to take him in, even for ten minutes, even just this time. He said he would rather go to hell than fall into the hands of those brutal men.

Young man.

Mrs. Coffey was so kind, how could she watch a young child being tortured beyond recognition by criminals? She knew what those people did.

‘You shouldn’t borrow money like this, child. ’

She sighed and hid the young child under a trap door in the attic.

Ten minutes later.

There was a knock on the door.

The leader of the thugs had little hair and his arms were scary. He squinted his eyes and asked Mrs. Coffey in a soft voice if she had seen a young bastard…

‘Did anyone see him coming to your house? ’

Mrs. Coffey just shook her head.

No matter how she asked, she shook her head.

The thugs must have their reasons for not being gentlemen.

‘I still remember this clearly. ’ Father told little Cinder.

That night, Mrs. Coffey was carried out of her house by them on a door panel.

——In addition to the bruises all over her body, she was blind in one eye, half of her teeth were missing, one foot was twisted backwards unnaturally, and she could no longer run and jump like a normal person.

The young man was just like a thug.

When they remembered him, he had already disappeared.

‘But I remember his name. Mrs. Coffey mentioned his name.’

said the father.

Seven years later, the newspaper sent his name to the village.

He donated a poorhouse and appealed everywhere, pleading with the country to pass a bill to prevent underage children from entering the factory.

He was a well-known good man, a great philanthropist.

‘Does Mrs. Coffey know?’ asked little Cinder.

‘What does it matter?’ Father taught Cinder: ‘Do you remember the box of grapes she gave you? Very sweet, isn’t it?’

‘Very sweet!’

Little Cinder really smiled like a child and shouted: ‘I can’t eat enough.’

‘So, be like Mrs. Coffey. 'Father said: 'No matter what the result is, we are bathed in the glory of the Father. As long as you do good things, He can always see it, right, Cindy? '

Just like the Father of All Things said.

'Vengeance is mine, I will repay. '

Everything has its cause and effect.

Good people get good rewards, and bad people suffer bad consequences.

For example?

For example.

Cindel's voice echoed in the cold and silent ward.

"For example, if Mrs. Coffey takes good care of her and loves her wholeheartedly, she will get many bunches of plump and sweet grapes in the fruit season."

She smiled brightly, just like when she naively asked her father that year why the young man didn't steal all of Mrs. Coffey's property when no one was at home - isn't this a great opportunity?

"Halida, do you like Mrs. Coffey?"

She walked over to the shivering girl and sat on the bed like Roland. She held the stinky and clumpy black hair with motherly hands, carefully picking the sand inside, and pinching the grass roots and rotten wood thorns. Come out and dust it on the ground.

Halida was trembling with fear. But this time, he did not avoid Xander's sight.

It's not that she doesn't know good and evil, doesn't understand reason, doesn't understand her own thoughts, and can't feel the slightest anger - she knows everything.

But.

She is just weak.

She was so weak that she didn't dare to get angry and argue in front of someone who had harmed her brother, let alone throw a punch.

She hated herself like this.

And with the smoke, the growing pain added more fear.

She also became weaker.

This is a cycle.

"People always realize later."

"When you discover that it is not pain and fear that flood your soul again, but an unspeakable and uncontrollable joy..."

Xander gently stroked her trembling face, her cold and soft skin, thin lips, sharp nose bridge and deep-set eyebrows.

"But these are conditional."

She helped Halida push her black hair over her ears, revealing her chiseled profile.

"Digging graves? Stealing corpses? Killing children? These are not important, Halida." Xander stared at the pair of silver: "Your master will solve all troubles for you... Of course, you know who I am talking about. "

She hinted at Halida's name, and then stated the conditions.

"But you have to give something."

"for example…"

"How about being a real dog?"

After she finished speaking, she carefully observed the waves in the silver lake.

Found a glimmer of hope.

"Very good. You also think this is a good deal... maybe you think it's called 'repaying a favor'? No, no, Halida, you actually know very well in your heart that you can't hide it from me."

At this moment, Roland's eyes were filled with cracks on that devout and holy face that was young and young that did not match his age.

In the cracked abyss-like gaps, someone can glimpse the burning hellfire.

That is the whisper coming from the abyss, the whisper of the seductive and corrupt evil spirit.

"You are afraid of others, the world, life, everything..." Xander leaned forward slightly, close to Halida's ear: "But as long as you become a hound and have a master - you see, everything you worry about, The master has solved it for you..."

"You just have to do what you have to do and you don't have to worry about anything anymore..."

"Halida."

"You'll be safe then."

It’s safe…

Am I safe?

Don’t have to worry about anything anymore?

This holy sound from heaven embraced Halida's brain, implanting invisible thorns in her soft cortex.

‘Throw the placenta out and feed it to the pigs. ’

If this could bring peace and freedom from panic, Halida would do it.

She dodged slightly, and a soft sigh of joy came from her soul that could not be suppressed.

"Woof...!"

Xander smiled.