Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 550 Idiot Of A Thief

At last, Lilly shook her head honestly.

"I don't know if you were right or wrong, and I don't know why those people did so many bad things but still had the protection of the gods." "I'll tell you if I get an answer."

Jessie stared at Lilly for a long time, nodding at last.

"Alright. I'll wait for you, then. Tell me when you've found an answer!"

Lilly nodded, her hands clasped together. Yet one hand was chubby and pink, the other was thin and pale...

The sun was about to rise.

Blake looked at the ocean.

"We should head back."

Lilly put all the ghosts back into the spirit jar, along with Jessie and her doll.

On the way home, Lilly cracked a yawn as she lay on Blake's shoulder. She wasn't tired, however, staring blankly into space.

Blake asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Lilly asked, "Dad, did Jessie do the right thing?"

Blake fell silent for a while.

"Jessie's tragedy was rooted in the culture and traditions of her people.It was rooted in her mother, and those people whose hearts were not in the right place."

"Stopping evil with evil...who's to say if that's right or not. Dad doesn't have an answer to that for you, either."

Judgment was not as simple as just right or wrong.

That was why the Ruler of Hell existed- to see if one had lived a life of good deeds or evil ones. He was not the Ruler of Hell, and could not say if this was right or wrong. Lilly lay on his shoulder, cracking another yawn.Pablo floated next to them.

"If you were to judge these acts separately, Jessie's mother, and those people were wrong.Jessie was wrong too, though."

"Those people were wrong to be foolish, overly-superstitious."

"Jessie was wrong to kill blindly. Out of the hundreds of people she set fire to, the real culprits could only have been just a few of them- but she killed everyone."Being able to kill hundreds of people as a child was probably a feat that few were capable of.

"But if you put them all together, everything happened for a reason, and karma took its course.Jessie and Mindy had been living a simple, peaceful life, but the drum-makers wreaked tragedy upon them and caused Jessie's violence.Jessie might have killed those hundreds of people, but it would be more appropriate to say that it was her and those few people behind the drum that killed everyone."

"After all, Jessie's killing spree would never have happened if they had not committed an evil deed to begin with."

Of course, there was also the debate over the fact that Jessie would not have been able to kill all those people had she not had an aggressive nature. It all depended on who was saying these things. Everyone had their own take on things.

Those innocent people who died had their own Ma and Mindy, as well as their own fathers and brothers.

Who were they supposed to resent, then? Jessie, of course.

Lilly had not been tired at first, but found herself getting sleepy listening to her Master ramble on. Her eyelids were barely holding themselves open as she mumbled, "Master always talks so much...always nagging all the time..."

Pablo: ...

Was he getting complaints for being all-knowing now? Asking him for answers when she didn't know something.

Then saying that he nagged and talked too much when she didn't need him! Ha! Women! Pablo's figure slowly faded, before disappearing- but of course, it was just Blake who couldn't see him. He was still watching over Lilly.

Blake rushed back to the hotel before Bettany came searching the rooms, tucking Lilly into bed.

The guards who had been rescued woke up in a daze when the sun rose, unclear what happened.

As the sun rose higher and higher, the amusement park resumed its usual hustle and bustle as people started milling in.

Bettany came by with breakfast, only to see Lilly still asleep. She called out for her to wake up, only for her to turn over without even opening her eyes.

The old lady smiled.

"Blake, did Lilly not sleep well last night?" Blake didn't flinch.

"She slept like a baby."

Bettany pointed at a soundly sleeping Lilly.

"Why is this happening, then? Did you bring her out hunting for spirits last night again?"

Blake looked right at her.

"No way!"

Bettany stared right back.

"Hmm?"

Blake lied out through his teeth.

"It's all because the birthday party ended so late. You have Anthony to blame for that."

Anthony, getting attacked for no reason: ...

It was Blake who had gotten Anthony to throw Lilly a birthday party, and it was Blake again who was throwing Anthony under the bus! Anthony was annoyed, but still said, "Let the kid sleep for a little while longer. She couldn't sleep the first night she got here, she's probably lacking rest."

Which meant: At least blame Blake for training Lilly all night! Blake rubbed his nose.

Anthony the rich bigshot, always so sarcastic.

Bettany did not have time to see these two grown men argue while covering for each other in the same breath.

She was not one of those old ladies who refused to leave things as they were! She was just worried, and had to put up somewhat of an act so these two would know how to behave...

Lilly was only five, and could not take their military-grade training.

"That's enough! Don't wake Lilly up!"

Bettany put the breakfast down.

"Get out, all of you!"

Blake took the old lady's bait happily, slipping out at once. He was going to check on the amusement park's cameras to make sure that nothing out of the ordinary appeared.

If the cameras didn't get the ghost, they'd get Lilly playing in there all night on her own.

That wouldn't look good if it went out.

The room fell quiet at last.

Lilly flipped over, her limbs starfished on the bed as her belly rose and fell.

She slept all the way until it was nighttime, and was starving by the time she got up.

Thankfully her grandma was around to feed her at the drop of a hat, making sure her belly was filled once again.

Things were then peaceful and quiet, and Lilly had an evening of fun with Hannah around Saffron Island.

They reached the amusement park, and Hannah wanted to go on the roller coaster.

Bettany said, "No way!"

Hannah wanted to go on the ranger.

Bettany said, "Don't even think about it!"

Lilly thought to herself: Thank goodness she had her fun.

Her Grandma would never let them.

Hm, how satisfying~ Still, Lilly asked curiously, "Grandma, why can't children play on these rides?"

Hannah said, annoyed, "Grandma says they'll toss your brains out!"

She didn't believe it! A brain was firmly in place the way it was.

How could it be tossed out? Bettany said, "Little kids shouldn't be on these rides because they haven't matured properly yet.

Their brains aren't like those of adults', they're still mostly 'mush'.

Shaking them hard will cause the frontal lobe to slosh around, possibly breaking smaller blood vessels and causing learning disorders.

You've heard of those, right? Blah blah blah blah..."

Bettany talked and talked, but Hannah didn't understand a thing.

What was all that! She could just say that it would cause brain damage, right? Adults were always so worried over nothing, and for what! Hannah dragged Lilly away.

Since they couldn't play on the more exciting rides, they were stuck with the milder ones like the carousel and the slide.

Two days later, they had played everything on Saffron Island.

Lilly finally had no regrets on her fifth birthday.

Having taken such a rare trip, the Crawfords had originally planned to only return a day later.

But Lilly suddenly insisted on going home, and so everyone could only go back to Alfornada.

Just then, A thief, who had his eyes on the geode in the garden, was getting ready to pounce.

"My sources have told me that the Crawfords only reach Alfornada at six in the evening tomorrow! We're going to move tonight!"

A fellow thief asked, "Why?"

The head thief glared at him.

"Why else? First of all, the Crawfords are getting ready to come home, so all their maids and guards are going to be a lot less wary.We'll be able to slip in!"

The fellow thief asked, "What about second of all?"

The head thief said, "Second of all, you idiots still haven't found where the stone is exactly!"

The head thief was nothing but annoyed.

It hadn't even been that hard to replace the most valuable treasure in the national museum! This was really something else.

The Crawford household was not even that big, but they had not been able to even replace one miserable geode.

That geode was bloody huge!"

Just then, the idiot of a fellow thief paused.

"Boss, could that geode you're talking about...be the one at the front door?"

The head thief smacked him over the head at once.

"Are you stupid? Could that be possible? I've never seen a geode that big in my decades of experience robbing.Impossible, there's no way!"

"Besides, have you seen anyone dry sunflower seeds on a geode? Yesterday they were even drying fish on there!"

The fellow thieves: ... Yes...their boss made sense! Their boss was the smartest out of all of them.

If he said that it wasn't, then it couldn't be!