Chapter 1 “Retard”
No one would have dared call him a retard when Du Wei Rowling was just born. In fact, he was even once considered a genius of the Rowling family.
Three years ago when Du Wei first crawled out the countess’s stomach and came into this world, the midwives in charge of receiving him got quite the scare.
The reason was because he never cried nor made a sound, so much so that the adults didn’t even need to coax him.
His life was normal, more normal than a regular adult: waking up at a consistent time, opening his mouth when the meals came, and going to bed at night at the right time. Aside from opening his mouth to eat, no sound ever came out of it. The only thing he did everyday was to stare out into the open space like he was in a daze.
More importantly, he rarely ever wet his bed because he learned to pull the bell next to his crib. After a while, everytime he pulled the bell, the maids would hurry in to come help him. This act convinced the Rowling family that the little master was a genius at such a young age.
However, this title only lasted less than half a year… because he never talked.
Children his age would have learned to speak simple words such as “papa, mama”. But Du Wei’s mouth was shut tight like it was sealed with a curse. No matter how much the Countess tries to teach the art of speech, not a single sound ever came.
Even someone born a mute can still hum a few sounds, but this little master was as silent as a rock. When he’s cold, hungry, needs to use the toilet, he will only pull the bell.
The Earl’s wife hired many respectable doctors, and even a few magicians to see if he’s cursed, but it was to no avail. In the end, even the optimistic wife of the Earl became saddened by the outcome for her truly son was indeed retarded.
Fortunately, Du Wei can at least walk at age three. Even though it’s half crawling, half walking, this was no different from the other children.
During a stormy night a month ago, a major event happened in the Earl’s mansion.
Taking advantage of the maids divided attention, Du Wei crawled out of his room to the courtyard and simply stood there looking up at the sky. Despite being drenched in the pouring rain, he wasn’t scared one bit by the booming thunder; instead, he clenched his two little fists and shouted at the sky
The little master that hadn’t made a sound in three full years finally opened his mouth. Not stopping until the servants found him, he was already soaked wet from top to bottom. For his folly, his body was shivering uncontrollably from the cold which left his face deathly pale.
By the time the Countess heard the news and came running, the lady of the house immediately fainted away by what she saw. Therefore, the poor servants not only had to carry the young master back into the manor, they also had to carry the now feinted Countess. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the Countess to come to. Holding her son, she continues to weep while the doctors fed Du Wei various medicines and even two light magicians were called upon to cast healing spells on the young master.
Despite everyone’s effort, the little master’s body only got colder and colder. Out of desperation, his mother ran to the temple of the Goddess of Light and fetched a priest to cast a blessing spell on her son. Then using the rest of the night, the Countess kneeled before the Goddesses statue and prayed for her son’s recovery.
It wasn’t until the next day when the boy’s body started to warm up. Though his little life was saved, the young master remained unconscious for another day. During the entire time, the Countess was always by his side. Barely eating anything for two days, her face had withered quite a lot as a result.
Then Du Wei said something in his sleep. It seems to be sleep talking, but nobody can understand what he meant for the young master never learned to talk. In the end, everyone only took it as nonsense a baby made during his sleep.
However, the Countess was overjoyed. After carefully listening to her son, she asked the maids, “Is there someone called Marde in your group that usually cares for the young master?”
After everyone exchanged questioning glances, one of the bolder servant stepped forward and answered: “Madam, there isn’t a servant by that name.”
Searching through the whole mansion, the servants finally found a person by that name in the stable. When the Countess learned of this, she immediately summoned him.
“My son kept calling your name even in his sleep. Marde, I don’t know why he kept calling your name, but it might just be a blessing from the Goddess of Light. From this day forward, you no longer have to work in the stable. You will serve the young master by his side.”
Marde was delighted. From a lowly stable hand, he was suddenly promoted to a personal servant of the young lord. As such, he can already see his future lighting up with hope.
Du Wei didn’t know all this though. He originally ran outside to yell at the gods out of frustration that day. Then because of his carelessness, he got soaked in the rain and nearly lost his life. Because of his little stunt of yelling the cursing word “FUCK” in his sleep, someone else was able to greatly benefit from it.
Du Wei’s injury lasted a whole month. The little fragile body of his became even weaker and it wasn’t until a month later did his face show some color again. However, his days quickly returned to what it was before. Not speaking a word, Du Wei didn’t pay any attention to his new attendant – Marde – even once. Continuing his daze like stares out into empty space, the only difference now was that his focus would slightly change whenever a maid talked about how the Countess had kneeled in front of the Goddesses statue all night just for his sake.
From then on, Du Wei would show a hint of warmth in his emotions whenever the Countess came to visit him.
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