Arturo: One Proactive Move Leads to a Lifetime of Introversion / What Should You Do When Your Companion Has No Emotional Intelligence?

Arturo was somewhat agitated, feeling that if she talked to this guy, she would eventually turn into a real villain.

How could I possibly do such a thing to my mother!

"Then why do you blame yourself for not being able to control your mother's life?" Huang Cao pressed on, "Even without your music, if your mother ever came to her senses, she would still become a war correspondent with just a little encouragement."

"If I am right, why is my father so afraid of me and even hates me!"

Arturo used a weak cry to mask his grief.

The shouts were filled with confusion about life, just like the music being played today.

"Because your father is incompetent! That guy doesn't even understand your mother!"

The sudden, strange answer left Arturo momentarily speechless.

I was just admitting my own mistakes, so why is this guy suddenly shifting the blame to my father?

"How old were you then? It's like a pregnant woman accidentally dying on her way to give birth for various reasons, the baby survives but the mother doesn't, can you say it's the baby's fault?"

"Of course, this cannot be said to be the child's fault."

"So you held a knife or a gun to your mother's forehead and forced her to become a war correspondent?"

"Definitely not."

"That settles it. In my opinion, your father is utterly wicked. He pushed all the blame onto you without understanding the whole story, and he doesn't even understand what his wife truly wants. He does love your mother, but he still doesn't understand."

Huang Cao added insult to injury, "The profession of war correspondent is indeed high-risk, but that doesn't mean every war correspondent dies on the front lines. Many respectable war correspondents live to retirement."

"There are risks in everything you do; it all comes down to luck. This is your mother's choice, and she'll probably be pleased because she's never regretted it."

Huang Cao wanted to give a good rant while reading the comic.

Arturo's father is truly irresponsible; he simply turns his back on anything he can't understand.

"But he lost his beloved wife," Arturo said.

"But didn't you also lose your beloved mother?" Huang Cao immediately retorted.

Arturo's brain went blank. She felt as if much of the depression in her heart had disappeared. The other person's words seemed to have a magical power, sweeping away her strange insistence.

"So the reason you've become like this is ultimately a result of mutual misunderstanding. Your parents don't understand each other, and your father doesn't understand or want to understand your feelings."

Huang Cao: "Therefore, you were not wrong in the first place. Everything stems from a lack of understanding of these three words. If your mother were alive, she certainly wouldn't want you to become like this."

"Nothing that happened was your fault at all. If you want to know what your mother thinks, I can summon her spirit!"

Huang Cao unleashed his final, devastating attack, shattering Arturo's heart completely.

A huge question mark appeared above Arturo's head, his eyes filled with shock.

What did I just hear?

"Does the soul really exist in this world?" Arturo's voice trembled slightly.

"You should have felt the emotional fluctuations within the Originium. Actually, I'm also a warlock; people call me a necromancer. I used to deal with all sorts of strange things."

A black flower appeared in Huang Cao's hand, and she used her sleeve to wipe away the two tear stains on Arturo's face.

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not trying to comfort you. I would never lie to a strong girl. I was just Chen a fact."

Originium contains everything, including the souls of almost every life form on this land.

As long as Originium, Master Huang, who possesses some Originium privileges, can extract its soul.

Chapter 547 Arturo: One Initiative Leads to a Lifelong Introversion

Praise to the Cyber Ghost and the yet-to-be-seen Miss Doctor!

"So, want to give it a try? All you need is a small piece of Originium as a medium."

"Of course I want to, but I hope you're not lying to me, Mr. Huang, otherwise I'll be heartbroken!"

At this moment, Arturo, like a real girl, seemed to have lost the elegance of her daily life, and her slender body leaped from the high tower.

She rushed into her room and removed the Originium power supply from her cello.

Huang Cao set up the magic circle in Arturo's room, and after receiving the spellcasting materials, he didn't waste any more words.

At this moment, he understood all too well just how sensitive and vulnerable this angel was.

Master Huang is not the kind of villain who would kick a girl aside after winning her tears.

However, since we've always resurrected people directly before, this is the first time we've summoned a soul separately, so we need to simplify the process.

After all, death is part of growth, and he has no intention of resurrecting Arturo's mother, Luciana.

Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate.

Huang Cao drew a magic circle on the ground with Originium powder and muttered incantations, acting like a mysterious sorcerer.

As a golden light flashed across the floor, the soul of Arturo's mother, a woman named Luciana, appeared in the center of the magic circle.

Luciana was also a very beautiful woman, and Arturo bore a striking resemblance to his mother.

They are a couple where both the mother and daughter are very good-looking.

Luciana, who was summoned, was still wearing her reporter's outfit. She was also in a daze and her consciousness was somewhat unclear.

But one thing is the same: the moment the mother and daughter's eyes met, all their unease and doubt vanished.

Arturo could no longer stop crying.

"Mother!"

Arturo tried to rush into her mother's arms, but she failed without a doubt; she felt as if she were embracing a cloud of smoke.

"Then I'll be going now. The spell only lasts for 24 hours."

Luciana, who had just been summoned, turned to look at the man she had ignored, but her eyes widened instantly.

As a war correspondent, her understanding of the international situation far surpasses that of her own daughter.

He knew perfectly well who the boy with the face before him was.

Huang Cao secretly made a shushing gesture to Luciana, signaling her not to make a sound.

He then gently closed the door, giving the mother and daughter time to understand each other.

For the next day and night, the people of the monastery could only see each other when they brought food to Arturo, while Huang Cao played with the children in the monastery.

Time passed quickly, and as the time was about to end, Arturo, his face flushed with embarrassment, emerged from the room.

Arturo blushed and tugged at Master Huang's sleeve, his voice tinged with shyness:

"My mother would like to see you. Thank you for your help."

Huang Cao glanced at his watch; Luciana would be disappearing in about several tens of minutes. What could she possibly want from him now?

Judging from Arturo's expression, she probably hasn't recognized him yet.

Huang Cao soon met Arturo's mother, Luciana, who bowed slightly in gratitude:

"Mr. Huang, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I can't ask for anything more, but my daughter has some things she wants to tell you."

Seeing Luciana's expression, Huang Cao turned to look at Arturo, sensing that things weren't so simple.

Arturo pleaded, "Mr. Huang, is it really impossible to bring my mother back to life? I believe you must have a way; you've already gone to such lengths."

Huang Cao shook her head. "I'm sorry, although I could do it, I don't want to. Every life is unique, and it is because of death that we cherish the preciousness of life. I don't want to lie to you. I can do it, but I just don't want to. I rarely lie."

"So don't get caught up in it. When you gain something, you always lose something else. If you force things, you might even fall into an abyss."

The boy's honesty startled the girl, but she quickly felt relieved.

That's fine, Arturo also realized that he had indeed gone too far:

"I'm so sorry, I deliberately made things difficult for you just now."

Seeing the girl who had completely resolved her inner conflict, Huang Cao felt that she had done another good deed.

"So why did you call me here? Forget about the thanks, I'm leaving soon for your country's capital to see some white-haired old man."

Luciana smiled and said, "So, Mr. Huang, do you still have a long journey ahead of you? Will you be traveling by public transport or on foot?"

"I want to hike for a while first, and then decide whether to take transportation depending on the weather."

"So, do you need a companion to keep you entertained on the road? My daughter is a very good choice."

"Mother!"

Arturo's face turned red instantly, and he lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

"Companions? If you're willing to play the cello for me, that wouldn't be a problem, but journeys in the wilderness are no easy feat; sleeping in the open is a common occurrence."

Luciana said, "My daughter is definitely not a spoiled girl. She is capable of standing on her own, and I just recorded a long video scolding my husband, so she is also going to the capital."

What have you been doing since I died?!

I can't believe I almost caused my own daughter to develop depression, though I don't really have the right to say that.

Looks like someone's going to be in trouble!

For the sake of amusement, Huang Cao reluctantly agreed to the mother and daughter's request.

The scene of your wife recording a video to curse you after she dies must be quite amusing.

As the clock returned to its proper place, Luciana bid farewell to the two people before her and returned to the Originium.

Arturo felt only peace upon seeing his mother disappear once again.

After a full 24 hours of conversation, the pain and obsession in her heart completely disappeared.

But this angel's journey is not yet over.

After handing the video to her father, she decided to leave Lateran and venture into a bigger world.

But before that, she still needed to invite someone.

Arturo extended his right hand, inviting the person before him with sincerity and an indescribable emotion:

"Mr. Mr. Huang, would you be willing to be my companion on this journey forever? From this day forward, my music will forever be a blessing to you."

Huang Cao said somewhat awkwardly, "Miss Arturo, I'm actually already married, so I can't be your travel companion forever."

With a snap, Arturo suddenly realized that a piece of his soul seemed to have shattered.

How is that possible!

The boy in front of me was so young; in fact, judging from his appearance, he might not even be older than me.

How could I be married?! And to whom?!

Chapter 548 What to do if your partner has low emotional intelligence?

"Mr. Huang, are you kidding me? I don't see a ring on your finger."

"Actually, I have many wives, so for convenience, I don't plan to wear rings on my fingers anymore; otherwise, I probably wouldn't be able to wear them all on one hand."

Goodness, according to you, you don't just have one wife? Is your body made of iron?

Arturo was shocked again. Although he was somewhat familiar with monogamy in other countries, he still found it hard to accept.

Besides, she had some understanding of the utopian system; wasn't that country a monogamous society?

"Could you tell me if this is a custom in your country? I remember that Utopia is monogamous, right?"

"It's a monogamous system, but there are always exceptions."

Unbeknownst to Arturo, in the entire utopian nation, only one person enjoyed this privilege: Master Huang, the most powerful nobleman.

For some reason, Arturo felt as if he had arrived too late.

I clearly felt a desire to start a new life, and I met a good friend I could truly confide in, so why did fate have to play such a cruel joke on me?

It was the first time I'd mustered up the courage, but I crashed before I even started.

"So don't worry about me touching you inappropriately on the street. I'm a well-known gentleman in Utopia."

That's true, because anyone in Utopia knows that their lord is not good at expressing his love, and every lord's wife has to pursue him in reverse.

Is there any other country in the world like this?