In just a few short minutes, Henry Clark had already changed his mind three times. From initially wanting a heavy rain, to just now wishing for a light rain, and finally to not wanting any rain at all—each time, it was for the sake of the people here, but his hopes were different every time.

Like a miracle, as soon as Henry Clark had the thought, the sky immediately became perfectly clear, with none of the gloominess from before. The blue sky reappeared, and aside from a single massive white cloud floating above, there was nothing else in the sky. If it weren’t for the lingering dampness on the ground, Henry Clark would have doubted whether he had just imagined everything.

People stared blankly at the sky, as if they couldn’t believe it was real. The great god had just visited this abandoned little town, and now, suddenly, had vanished without a trace? Many couldn’t bear the huge emotional letdown, and sat down on the still-wet ground, wailing in grief.

Once someone started, others quickly followed suit. In no time, all the elderly people were quietly sobbing. Even Grace and Amy Diana and the other two stood there, staring at the sky in disbelief, reaching out to touch the empty air, only then realizing that the rain had truly stopped.

But Henry Clark suddenly seemed to realize something, staring blankly at that solitary white cloud in the sky, deep in thought. Memories of his journey so far began to surface in his mind.

It seemed that ever since that lord count had left, Henry Clark hadn’t really been exposed to the scorching sun on his journey. Whenever the blazing sun shone down on him, Henry Clark would involuntarily wish that the white cloud in the sky would move a little closer, just enough to block the harsh sunlight. And every time, it seemed as if Henry Clark’s wish would come true.

The three changes of mind just now made Henry Clark even more convinced that the cloud in the sky must have something to do with him. He even suspected that the cloud could understand what he was thinking.

It was a completely absurd idea—how could a white cloud possibly obey his commands? Yet, Henry Clark had a hunch that the cloud really might listen to him.

To test it, Henry Clark looked at the sky and silently wished for the cloud to move to the left. Sure enough, as soon as Henry Clark had the thought, the cloud seemed to move left as if by magic. When he wished it to move right, the cloud immediately drifted to the right.

So, it seemed, that rain earlier was also the result of his own wishes. Once he finally confirmed his suspicion, a smile once again appeared on Henry Clark’s face.

Grace, standing nearby, saw this young lord suddenly break into a smile at such a moment and couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust.

“Everyone, listen to me!” Henry Clark shouted, and everyone stopped to look at their lord.

“Go into the lord’s manor to take shelter from the rain—the rain will continue!” Henry Clark called out to everyone.

“Really, my lord?” At last, someone, unable to believe it, asked the lord.

Henry Clark smiled at the old man, then suddenly raised both hands and shouted up at the sky, “Let it rain!”

Chapter 6: Commanding Wind and Rain (Part 2)

“Whoosh”—the white cloud in the sky rapidly expanded before everyone’s eyes, and then, at an unbelievable speed, covered the entire sky. Immediately after, just like at the very beginning, a torrential rain poured down.

Seeing this, everyone present couldn’t believe their eyes. Was their lord truly a messenger of the gods? Not only was he unafraid of the curse here, but he could even make it rain at the edge of the desert at will?

“Stop the rain!” Henry Clark’s performance had reached its peak. That last display was only to make everyone believe he could control the rain; he didn’t want to drench them, so after only a brief moment, Henry Clark immediately called for it to stop.

The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased—the sky had become a stage for Henry Clark’s one-man show. The crowd stared blankly at their lord, hands still raised to the sky, not knowing what to say.

“To the lord’s manor—the roof there can shelter you from the rain.” Henry Clark knew that what he had just done was truly miraculous, but he didn’t want his efforts to go to waste, so he repeated his earlier suggestion.

But this time, it seemed no one took his suggestion as just a suggestion, nor did anyone insist otherwise. That scene had, in their eyes, already equated their lord with a messenger of the gods. No one would refuse his words.

Dozens of elderly people, supporting each other, hurried to the lord’s manor. Once everyone had squeezed into the room, the so-called manor couldn’t fit even one more person.

At this point, after pushing Amy Diana and Grace into the room, Henry Clark stood at the door, looked up at the white cloud in the sky, and once again gave the command to rain in his mind.

The sky darkened once more, and the rain poured down. Inside the room, the elderly quietly watched the rain outside, listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the ground, unable to hold back their tears.