He didn't expect such a reaction at all, and Wayne's originally smiling face froze.
Hearing this cry full of despair, a sad feeling suddenly came to my heart. He immediately stood up and comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... you are safe, I won't hit you."
With this child taking the lead, the other children also began to sob.
Finding that they still couldn't get rid of the painful past, Tasia's expression was also at a loss. She quickly used light magic again to stabilize their emotions.
It took a while for these children to finally fall asleep in a peaceful environment.
"I think...the hurt they suffered in childhood may be with them for the rest of their lives."
After leaving the room, Tasia said sadly. "I'm afraid, even if I return to my home, it will be difficult to forget this nightmare memory."
There is nothing we can do about it.
Unless I also erase their memories...
However, the brain is a very delicate component after all. If it has any side effects from being beaten, it will be self-defeating.
"We can only wait until they are taken back and ask his family members to carry out more psychological intervention."
Wayne thanked Tasia: "I'm sorry, Tasia. Things that had nothing to do with you originally made you worry because of me and took up your time."
This time it took longer than he thought. If he hadn't been called out before, maybe Tasia could stay at home and rest comfortably now.
Although--according to Tasia's character, she shouldn't be unhappy about this.
As expected, Tasia just shook her head gently and told him not to pay attention.
"If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you can come to me directly and I will definitely help." She said insistently.
"Because this is what I want to do... Wayne is fulfilling my wish."
Wayne pursed his lips and said, "I will take it seriously."
Things that have been done will inevitably leave traces.
No matter how many ways Chapman used to cover up, it was impossible to erase all the remaining traces.
As long as we grasp the clues and peel off the cocoons bit by bit, we can always find the whereabouts of the children who were transferred away.
Judging from the information currently known, there is an entire interest group with extremely close relationships hidden behind Earl Chapman. They colluded with each other and covered each other, so they could do this without anyone noticing for so many years.
But the shady things can never be openly exposed in front of everyone. In the end, they can only lurk in the shadows cautiously.
In this case, it means that there must be something in the royal capital that Chapman is very afraid of.
Wayne plans to start from this aspect.
…
"Lord Bulwer!"
A guard rushed into the office of the top commander of the city guard.
He had an anxious look on his face and was holding a stack of papers in his hand.
Bulwer, however, merely held out his hand to signal him to be silent.
Only then did the guard realize that there were outsiders in the originally open office.
"——Lord Bulwer, this is what I want to say. I hope you can deal with it seriously." The person who spoke did not even look at his reckless guard.
It was a lady who looked to be in her forties.
She was well dressed, carrying a small black leather bag, and her posture was haughty.
"Understood, we will take Madam's report seriously. We have also taken the unidentified suspect into custody. If there is any progress in the future, we will send someone to inform you."
After receiving a satisfactory answer, the lady's complexion improved slightly.
"Then, I will wait for news from the City Guard." She said, "Don't betray the trust of our O'Neill family."
After leaving these words, the noble lady and her entourage left calmly.
It wasn't until it was confirmed that she was sent out of the door that Bulwer breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's going on over there?" As he spoke, he sat back in his seat, raised his water glass and took a sip.
In order to deal with the lady's accusation just now, it really made my mouth dry.
The most unpleasant thing is that the words she said are not wrong on the surface.
As a protected person under key patrols, a large living person was thrown into the house without anyone noticing. He was indeed qualified to think that the city guards had neglected their duties.
"Sir..." The man hesitated to speak.
Finally, he respectfully handed the paper to Bulwer and let him read it for himself.
Bulwer took the top one and barely glanced at it before spitting out all the tea in his mouth.
He didn't have time to wipe it more, so he asked anxiously: "Where did this thing come from?"
"They are scattered everywhere in the streets and alleys...it seems to be floating down from the sky..." the guard answered uncertainly.
"These are just a small part of the things that people picked up and handed over to the city guards."
What he didn't say was that many people with missing children at home believed the above content to be true and gathered outside the City Guard headquarters building for a long time and refused to disperse.
Hearing this, Bulwer thought for two seconds.
"Prepare the carriage. I want to go to see His Majesty the King immediately."
…
Just overnight, the entire royal capital became chaotic.
There are endless rumors.
Some people even said with certainty that Count Chapman was a monster in human skin who needed to dig out the hearts of children every day to eat... The more rumors spread, the more outrageous the content became, and the more details became richer.
By the time the report reached Chapman's ears, he had become synonymous with the devil.
"Bang!"
"Clang!——"
In the Earl's Mansion, Chapman couldn't restrain his anger and smashed all the fragile objects in the study to pieces.
He didn't know who was having trouble with him.
After receiving the news of changes in the suburban manor, he made a lot of preparations.
I thought that since the other party had the evidence in their hands, they would definitely be unable to sit still. When the time comes, whoever dares to jump out and bite him first, let him experience his thunderous skills.
However, everything that happened now left him powerless.
How should he defend himself?
Going out and running and shouting in public? Or go to see the king and confess your feelings?
No matter what you do, you are very passive.
But if you do nothing...
Your Majesty, will you still stand on your side?
He didn't want to go to the palace to get into trouble at this time, but he could only continue to be restless and anxious at home.
After thinking about it, he moved the mechanism behind the bookcase and opened the secret compartment in the study.
Entering the secret room, he lifted up an inconspicuous wooden box and gently touched its surface twice.
In the dim light, the light reflected from the golden patterns on both sides of the wooden box shines in the darkness.
