All Chapters of The Unveiled Soul: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amid the noisy devices and various scents that were the sweetest in the world, thousands of workers from morning to night stirred the mixture, which slowly took on a vivid aroma and color.Round pots, which could accommodate a whole pool, served as a place for the creation of future soap.  And among all this, among the incomprehensible things, oils that were in strange jars, Adelard wandered, feeling only emptiness. His factory, which was making the most fragrant soap around the world has always been a topic of conversation.  After all, it was here that chemists worked wonders, being able to make it so that after using Adelard's soap, the skin will shine and smell for a whole week. After all, even the sign in front of the factory door was keep saying: The shine of millions of stars. Yes, "The Shine of Stars" was the name that was written in golden letters on every soap box. The Shine of Stars was the only thing Adela

Seeing all the tenderness that was in those green eyes, Gaspard still remembered how to cry.  But the tears did not want to come out, they were just somewhere inside the heart, making him experience severe pain. "Everything will be fine. Here, you need to gain strength. The doctor will come soon and you will feel better," Adelard said and heard Arthur's clear voice. "I'll leave you. Rest and sleep. Don't be afraid, you are safe here." Gaspard didn't know what to say.  He didn't know what to think about at all.  After all, he had met such a person for the first time in his short life. The moment Adelard left the room, Gaspard was able to cry.  But these were just a few drops of tears that left an emptiness in his soul."Something happened to Monsieur Adelard?!" "No. But I think he needs help." As soon as Adelard went down the stairs, Arthur literally attacked him with surprised eyes.&nbs

Another day was like every other day. The sea waves painted patterns understandable only to water; the sounds of birds flew over people's heads in hats and over the manes of horses that walked forward. With the onset of morning, Adelard quickly left the house without a word.  Today, he was unable to speak.  And instead of thoughts, words, he was attracted by some other force forward. In a light white sleeveless shirt, white pants and a hat, he rode forward on his old bicycle. Curly hair was swinging right in wind's embrace, while a faint smile on his face met the warm breeze. Passing by shops with flowers and vegetables, he smiled at everyone he saw along the way, and they, too, smiled in return. Long and slender legs moved quickly and erect posture gave his image a kind of swan. And he didn't care that the hat could fly away.  He didn't care. "Monsieur! How are you doing?!" an elderly man who was sellin

Among abandoned houses that have already turned into a real labyrinth, stopping in front of a broken wall, Adelard wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a small notebook from his bag.  On the first page was the address written in capital letters: GREEN LIGHT FARM.  And next to these words was written finely and neatly: Madame Lucy. Putting the notebook back in his bag, Adelard relaxed his shoulders and fixed his anxious gaze into the distance, where sea and sky became one.And this landscape was visible through the broken wall, the bricks of which were scattered everywhere. Hearing the disturbing sounds of the sea, Adelard lifted his head up.  The hot sun rays were ready to reach his very soul.  There was no one around.  Even birds, even insects.  He was completely alone.  On an empty part of the town, where the echoes of the past dwelt. When the sun became too unbearable, Adelard threw another glance

At home, the conversation about him stopped, but on the main street of the small town, everyone was talking about him. At first, the words were unintelligible, but the closer Adelard approached the crowd, the more clearly he heard their words. And at the head of them was Madame Lucy. Her yellow dress was like the sun and Adelard could easily see her through the crowd that was desperately trying to look alike. Surrounded by small houses of orange and brown, the people of almost the whole town stood and listened to the words about Adelard with admiration and rapture. They spoke of just Adelard, the man, and it was their truth, hope, and meaning. When Madame Lucy saw him among the crowd, standing modestly beside an older man, she shouted, "Adelard, dear!" The applause was louder than Adelard expected. He didn't even notice how he ended up next to Madame Lucy. "What's going on here?" he managed to ask before the crowd of reporters started asking hi