All Chapters of The Unveiled Soul: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Along with the wheels of the train, which made the sound of footsteps, the hands of the clock also paced forward. The little wall clock beat its rhythm so loudly, wishing to speed up the pace of the event. But the Sun decided everything. And the Sun decided that evening would come through Adelard's many attempts to get the house in order. Wanting to do something for Percival, Adelard decided to clean the house. But it turned out to be much more complicated than that. Never before had he held a bucket and a mop in his hands. And never before had he felt happy at the sight of the clean windows he had just cleaned. But the mess that was everywhere frightened him. But the fear did everything to make him act. And so, along with Orion and Armand, who was wrapped in a blanket and tied to him, Adelard set to work. The most various things that could only exist in this world created a whole stream, if not a waterfall. There were clocks, paintings, photographs, statues, books, records, candela

"What is your name again?" Amidst the dust and money, there were only two of them in the office that belonged to Adelard. Though Percival had never seen the place, he still felt that the walls and the whole building were very tired. He sensed evil everywhere. And for the first time, he divided the world into good and evil. But there was no way it could have been. After all, what explanation could be given for what was in the eyes of a man who was too tired to raise his head and face it bravely. Through the rays of the sun, which could barely penetrate the dust, Percival looked at Jean and tried to calm himself. So he asked, "Monsieur, are you unwell?" Covering his face from the sun with a newspaper and not knowing where to find the strength to get up and close the window, Jean replied, "Yes. I have a bad headache." "What's wrong?" This question made Jean look up. But he could not bear the gaze of Percival, who stared at him from the depths of h

The sound of rain began to whisper again. That whisper held Adelard's voice. Listening to his voice, Percival went to the window and breathed in the cold air. But the longer he stood looking out at the town, the faster he began to fall asleep. As if by magic, he began to hear the sounds of the sea. The waves were taking him with them, to where Adelard was sitting by the window, also watching the rain. The waves of the sea were between them and the walls between good and evil. Feeling the softness of his pillow and the warmth of his blanket, Percival closed his eyes and through his closed eyelids saw a glimpse of lightning. This rain was still telling the story. About the mother who left her child to find a better life in the midst of her old life. About the man who was left alone in this world, with a child and a broken heart. The rain reminded him of these two people who never stopped being in his thoughts. The meditation turned into a stream of dreams that lasted as lon

On the other side of the earth, not so far away and not so close, with thoughts and worries, Percival continued packing soaps. His hands were already accustomed to certain movements and so, he could continue working while his eyes watched Jean. As Percival entered the factory, Jean visibly revived and began to walk among the workers frequently. The expression on his face visibly changed, and every time he looked at Percival, he smiled broadly, so much so that his eyes closed. Percival, on the other hand, smiled back, but he himself imagined how justice would visit this man's life. Tonight, working late into the evening, all the men were too tired to notice the rain and Jean's merry jokes. In the dim light, everyone looked at the clock every second and then their gaze stopped on Jean. In doing so, each of them thought of Adelard. But what could they do? They kept quiet as long as they were paid, they endured as long as they were fed. But even if the soap sold well, even

Adelard spent the next few hours by just contemplating the nature. He liked to look out the window of the train, just like when he was a child. He was flying through empty steppes, through forest, tunnel, and past mountainous terrain. His gaze clung to the Sun, which slowly let the Moon take its place. His attempts to stop time were naive, but still he continued to stare at the sun until the train finally stopped. Night had not yet fallen. There was a pleasant sunset all around and so, Adelard was happy. For he could clearly see Percival's face. Quickly leaving the train, he ran towards the town. He didn't even pay attention to the fact that the memories, like little birds, were trying to draw his attention to themselves. He didn't care that this was where he was born. He didn't care that every corner reminded him of something. After all, he had long since noticed a tall figure near the tree. "Percival!" "Adelard come. Hurry!" "Where are