Chapter 1620: The once Ina of 1619
“Sure.” Ina agreed, “Wherever Uncle Gand sends Ina, that’s where Ina will go.”
Gand asked her, “The palace is a very dangerous place. Aren’t you afraid, Ina?”
Ina replied, “I’m not afraid. As long as it’s a mission arranged by Uncle Gand, Ina will complete it. Ina isn’t afraid of anything.”
Gand chuckled, “Good. Rest a little, and then go to the palace to carry out your mission.”
After Ina had left, Bata spoke up again, “Sir, Ina is still a child. Isn’t such a task too dangerous for her?”
Gand glanced at him, his tone utterly rciless, “Would you rather take her place?”
Bata hesitated before replying, “My health has deteriorated greatly; I couldn’t possibly complete the tasks you assign.”
“Then talk less,” Gand commanded. “Without having captured Tan Rou, Ina is the best weapon I have at my disposal. The Dawn Society is at a critical stage; she must play her part to clear obstacles for us. Why else would I have brought her back from that place?”
“Yes,” Bata nodded. “As always, you’ve thought it through more thoroughly, sir.”
Gand had no ti for further idleness, “Go hurry Ina along. We don’t have much ti. We must capture that woman as soon as possible.”
Bata could only do as Gand ordered. As he went to look for Ina, he suddenly rembered how they ca upon her, though perhaps Ina herself had forgotten her origins. Bata rembered them very clearly.
Years ago, he and Gand had encountered the girl in a border town. Lively and adorable, she would wear new clothes every day and bring food to the poor. Strong, she’d carry heaps of goods to give away, which she had bought with her own money.
The girl caught their attention, and the more they interacted with her, the more they noticed her exceptional strength and her immunity to sickness. No epidemic could touch her.
Gand found the girl to be extraordinary and took an interest in her. They often visited her family, bringing delicious food. She was so grateful she would sing to thank them.
Her voice was like that of a nightingale, lodious and healing. Everyone there loved to hear her sing, as if her voice could cure all ailnts.
But since that incident, Ina had never sung again.
Lost in his thoughts, Bata arrived at the door of the room they had arranged for Ina. He hesitated for a mont before knocking on the door.
Ina ca to the door, bouncing and jumping. Seeing Bata, she bead a radiant smile, “Grandpa Bata, what’s up?”
“Nothing,” Bata replied. “I just worried you might feel uncomfortable here and wanted to keep you company for a chat.”
“That’s fine.” Ina opened the door wider. “Co in and take a seat, Grandpa Bata.”
Bata was very fond of Ina, the youngest mber of the Dawn Society, despite the many years she had been with them.
“Do you like this new place, Ina?” Bata asked.
Ina answered honestly, “I don’t like it here. This place is underground. I don’t like living underground; I like to live where I can see the sun.”
Recalling the past, Bata said, “Right, when we saw you, you were watching the sun. Your little face was all red from the sun, yet you still didn’t want to go ho.”
Ina asked innocently, “Grandpa Bata, are you talking about ? But I don’t rember any of that.”
Bata’s expression darkened, and he said gravely, “If you don’t rember, then let it be. Those mories aren’t good ones, anyway. It’s right that you’ve forgotten them.”
Ina didn’t doubt Bata’s words at all and nodded solemnly, “Yes, I belong to the Dawn Society; that’s my real ho. My past mories are bad, the past was bad too. Only the current is the real , and I will definitely help Uncle Gand.”
Bata replied with a touch of sadness, “You’re such a good child!”
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