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Chapter 52: Funeral and Digestive Potion

In the suburbs of Backlund, at the junction of the plains and the forest, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there is a noble manor in a vast agricultural field.

It should have been an atmosphere of beautiful pastoral and rural scenery, but today it has become solemn and dignified.

I don't know which way the wind is blowing. The tangled dead leaves are drifting left and right.

Louis' originally loose black robe was tightly attached to his body, and his words penetrated the heavy atmosphere and echoed in the wind.

"Dear friends, today we gather here to remember and say goodbye to a special person who has left a deep mark on our lives and will be missed forever."

Mr. Morrie's body was sealed in a pure black coffin with silver stars and moons dotted on the surface.

Several priests of the Church of Night were chanting the Goddess's grace in a low voice nearby.

The people who came to participate in the ceremony were all wearing dark casual clothes. The clouds brought by the strong wind made the sunlight no longer bright, making the already dim light near sunset even dimmer.

Everyone stood straight like a line of soldiers, waiting for the upcoming order in the heavy rain and strong wind.

Everyone gathered around such a small wooden box, in which a person's entire life was sealed.

"A person's life is a journey, and today we are here to celebrate the life of this special traveler. His departure makes us sad, but his memory will always remain in our hearts. Death is not the end of life, but another form of existence. Today, we want to bid farewell to this friend. I believe that he will enter the kingdom of the goddess of night and start a new and beautiful journey of life!"

"Goddess above, bless this soul"

It was at such a funeral that Louis uttered his last words.

Mrs. Aisliya held her husband's portrait and talked and thanked every guest who came to pay their respects. Whether they were sad, curious, eager to try, or had bad intentions, Mrs. Aisliya handled the situation with ease.

Her elegant and generous temperament was not greatly diminished by sadness.

Although most of the guests did not think she was that sad, some angry young people were held back by the elderly people around them. They were still too young to understand that true sadness cannot be expressed through crying.

After the funeral, the crowd dispersed one by one, like the receding tide, the black sea water disappeared, and the traces on the beach were buried, leaving no trace.

Louis quietly gathered his belongings while Amy crouched at his feet pretending to be a normal pet cat.

"Thank you so much for coming and being so busy today. You are truly the best emcee."

After talking with several priests of the Church of Night, Lady Aisiliya walked over to Louis, squatted down and touched the cat at his feet.

Mrs. Aislia's technique was very professional and her movements were skillful, accurately avoiding all the cat's sensitive areas.

She seemed to have had a cat for a long time.

"You are too polite, ma'am. This is my job as the master of ceremonies."

"If Morn were still here, you would definitely become good friends."

She took a gift box from the butler behind her and handed it to Louis.

Louis could feel the heavy weight of it.

"There is a saying in my hometown: a person dies three times in his life. The first time is when his heart stops beating, which is the end of life. The second time is when his funeral is held, which is the end in social terms."

"The third time is when the last person has completely forgotten him."

"Your husband must love you very much. I heard that he personally spent half a year learning from a craftsman to make this necklace."

This matter was not a secret. After all, a noble learning from a craftsman was enough to be talked about for a long time by the nobles who claimed to be respectable.

Aisiliya was stunned, sadness emerged in her eyes, and her expression was no longer delicate and elegant, as if the solemn and heavy oil painting of the Middle Ages had turned into a bright and rich watercolor impression.

Her emotions were no longer restrained but burst out, her sorrow unleashed like a flood, no longer able to be contained.

"Sorry, I have other things to do."

Aisiliya left in a hurry. She didn't want to show her vulnerable expression in front of outsiders.

Louis did not respond, but looked at the place where Mrs. Aisiliya had just stood, shoulder to shoulder. From a perspective that ordinary people could hardly see, a man in his thirties in plain clothes was looking at the direction where Aisiliya had left with melancholy.

With his spirituality surging, Louis used an extraordinary item to create a transparent soundproof barrier.

"Aisiliya likes that necklace very much! It seems that my taste is not bad!" The man tried his best to communicate with Louis in a cheerful and relaxed tone.

But Louis could still feel the sadness of the man in front of him.

"She always says she doesn't like it, but she never wears it outside. I thought she threw it away a long time ago."

The man muttered and complained, but his eyes were full of love.

"Ah, I don't know how it happened, but I was able to wake up suddenly after I died. Maybe it's your extraordinary ability, little brother."

There was a cunning look in the man's eyes, and he was obviously a very extroverted person.

"Although I've heard about it from my parents and uncle before, it's still amazing to see it with my own eyes! It can actually allow my soul to stay in this world!"

It is not uncommon for nobles to know about the existence of Beyonders.

"Is there something you want to wake me up for? Are you just going to chat with me for a while, haha."

The man looked at Louis, wanting an answer.

"It's just my hobby, and it's also my job as a ritual master."

It was very comfortable to chat with this man. This was probably his natural charm. Louis couldn't chat so enthusiastically with a stranger anyway.

Between social death and death in battle, the shameless and innocent young man Louis would definitely choose to die in battle.

"Does the master of ceremonies have your ability?"

The man asked curiously.

"It's just a personal expansion business, and I will accept the last wishes of some souls."

Louis explained that since he could make money and digest the potion at the same time, why not do it.

In previous funerals, Louis received several commissions more or less. It turned out that helping the dead fulfill their wishes was the right way to digest the potion.

Perhaps tonight is the time for me to be promoted to Sequence Eight. Louis felt the power flowing in his body, which seemed to be about to overflow.

"Really? That sounds amazing. But unfortunately I don't have any last wishes."

"You are a very interesting guy, and you speak very nicely. Aisiliya is right. If I were still alive, I would definitely become friends with you!"

"It's not too late, my friend."

Louis took a step closer.

But the soul standing in front of him was stunned for a moment, and then smiled happily, as if he was happy to have such a humorous and interesting friend after death.

"My friend, see you again someday"

Looking at Louis's gently raised finger, the undead seemed to understand something.

"I will, my friend."

He relaxed, slowly turned in the direction where Aiseliya left, humming an unknown song softly.

Louis flew lightly through the air, and the gentle light flew around the soul like a firefly.

What are you humming?

Louis didn't hear it clearly. Although he was a little curious, he didn't want to explore it. This was a secret between a pair of lovers.

The soul disappears in the light, flies up to the sky, and perhaps reaches the stars.

It was easier to see his love there.

Louis turned around, picked up Amy, and walked towards Backlund.

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