The philanthropist took out the medical kit from the cabinet and made a simple bandage for himself.

As soon as the bandaging was finished, I opened the room and saw a kind old man standing at the door of the orphanage.

The philanthropist was still puzzled, so the girl ran over and grabbed the corner of his coat.

"The old lady at Uncle Kreacher's door said she wanted to take over the orphanage, and she wanted to ask for your opinion."

As the girl spoke, the old man had already walked up to the philanthropist.

When the philanthropist meets the elderly, the first thing he feels is that he gives people a very kind feeling, and he smiles amiably.

"Are you Kreacher?"

The philanthropist nodded.

"That's right, I know that the children here are living very hard, and I can see the efforts you have put in, so I thought it would be better for me to take care of these children."

"Why do you..."

The philanthropist was puzzled, and taking care of so many children would undoubtedly add more burden to himself.

"Anyway, I've always been alone, and there is no one at home to talk to me, so there must be so many children here."

The philanthropist began to look at the old man in his early 50s, and there were already a few gray hairs in his jet-black hair, and the years had mercilessly carved wrinkles on her face.

"I see, I'll take care of them with you."

When the old man heard this, his wrinkled face suddenly smiled, and he was no longer the sad and lonely face he had before.

When the children in the orphanage learned about it, they happily circled around the old man.

The philanthropist didn't say anything, just lowered the hat on his head and slowly walked out of the orphanage.

The philanthropist walked blindly through the streets, and along the way he also saw thieves caught and beaten on the ground.

In that thief, he seemed to see his previous self, and all the money he stole was donated to the orphanage.

In this process, it is inevitable that others will find out, be beaten by a group of people, and be beaten and scolded by a group of people.

These are commonplace for philanthropists.

The philanthropist was wandering and a man hurried past him, walking too hurriedly and accidentally bumped into him.

The philanthropist was turned to the wound by this sudden turn.

But his eyes were drawn to the envelope that had fallen to the ground.

The philanthropist picks up the envelope from the ground and opens it.

"Manor, game?"

The philanthropist muttered in a low voice.

The eye was drawn to the last line of words, which used to say that a large sum of money would be awarded after winning the game.

Even the address is clearly marked.

The corner of the philanthropist's mouth hooked, and it turned out that there was money that could be obtained without being a thief.

The philanthropist just glanced at it and put the envelope in his pocket, and for a moment it seemed to see the figure.

The girl who lifted her up from the ground, carefully treated the wound on his forehead, and gave him a few bills.

It was only a blink of an eye, but the philanthropist couldn't catch that figure.

I don't know why he felt a little lost in his heart.

When the philanthropist returned to the orphanage again, he saw that the children had been soothed by the old man and fell asleep.

The philanthropist was also relieved, and when he walked into his small room to pack up his things, and just stepped out of the orphanage, the old man behind him suddenly stopped him.

"Are you going to go far away?"

"Yes, so the kids will bother you."

The philanthropist nodded slightly and said to the old man with a smile on his face.

The old man smiled kindly and did not speak.

The philanthropist saw a trace of worry and concern in the eyes of the old man.