Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 389
Chapter 389: Chapter 389: The Habit of Crying for Mom
Hunter Dalton took away the sorceress’s little granddaughter, which made Purple Summers breathe a sigh of relief.
When Hunter Dalton was about to leave, she wanted to see him off, but Alexander Summers wouldn’t let her; instead, he escorted Hunter Dalton out himself.
Purple thought that Hunter Dalton was originally Alexander’s guest, so it made sense for him to send him off. If she insisted on sending him off, it might make Hunter Dalton feel awkward, so she didn’t push it.
Alexander walked with Hunter Dalton for a while and, seeing no one around, asked him, “Where did this ghost come from? Are there any hidden dangers?”
He frowned slightly, showing no sympathy for the ghost that had frightened his precious sister.
“If there’s a problem, just deal with it,” Alexander said indifferently.
Hunter Dalton replied, “There isn’t a big problem. It was attracted by the three-eyed divine crow. Yin spirits are easily drawn to each other. In my opinion, this soul should have been raised by someone for at least a dozen years. It’s somewhat weathered, so it would be against humanity and justice to just dispose of it. Returning it would be enough.”
Alexander furrowed his brow at these words, “A dozen years, and it’s still a ghost like this?”
Hunter Dalton knew Alexander had misunderstood and quickly laughed as he explained, “There are thousands of ways to raise a soul, and the difference is just betweenandrich-raising. Master Xander, rest assured, with the three-eyed divine crow around, Ms. Summers can… raise it to completion in three to five years at most.”
“Three to five years…” Alexander chewed on these words, not knowing whether he thought it was too short or too long.
After escorting Hunter Dalton away, Alexander returned to the small westernstyle building.
Purple was in the dining room helping Atra Blanc peel peanuts. Seeing Alexander come in, she immediately brought the bowl over and asked, “Mr. Dalton has left?”
“Yes,” Alexander raised an eyebrow and looked at her, “Why? Are there more ghosts that need him to catch?”
“Don’t say ‘catch ghosts,’ it sounds awful. I asked him to help send it home…” Purple mumbled unhappily, then couldn’t help but ask him, “What does Mr. Dalton do for a living? He doesn’t look like a mage, but more like a businessman. He knows so much, how impressive.”
“Hmm, your eyes are pretty accurate,” Alexander nodded slightly, grabbing a few peanuts from Purple’s bowl. “He’s not really a proper mage. He’s the boss of mages.”
“Amazing, truly amazing…” Purple had never met anyone like this in the metaphysical world. She was filled with admiration and amazement.
While Alexander chewed on the peanuts, he became annoyed by their sour taste. He flicked the peanuts in his hand and hit Purple’s forehead.
Thud.
“Ouch… that hurts!” Purple covered her forehead.
“Good, it should hurt,” Alexander scolded her, “I helped you so many times and never heard you praise me once. But when you invite a mage over, you keep saying how amazing they are. You heartless little thing.”
Purple angrily rubbed her forehead and huffed into the kitchen.
After a while, Purple’s voice accusing him came from the kitchen –
“Mom! Brother hit me again!”
“…What? What happened? Why is your forehead all red?”
Atra Blanc hurried over, first telling Purple to go upstairs, and then working on her son’s thought process, “How many times have I told you not to provoke your sister? She’s still so young, and you tease her every time! Her forehead is all red! Is that a place to hit? She studies hard every day and uses her brain the most; she still has to go to college in the future. How could you hit her head!…”
The nagging of a loving mother was soft and grinding, like a grindstone slowly wearing away, and the monotonous notes would always end with the same three points: 1. Boys should give way to girls, 2. Older siblings should yield to younger siblings, and 3. Brothers should yield to sisters.
As Alexander listened to the rambling without much interest, he chewed on peanuts and thought: This problem of yelling for Mom all the time needs to be addressed…
