abnormal mutation

Chapter 41 Legacy
Upon first learning about this strange and extraordinary system, Roland was deeply moved. His rigorous scientific materialism was constantly challenged, and his mind was in turmoil.

"Eat first, we'll see tomorrow." He knew that changing perceptions was a difficult thing, and there was no need to rush.

He placed the book on the table, quietly opened the door and went downstairs. After greeting the dozing scholar, he walked out of the pharmacy and headed south along Sea Dog Avenue.

Today is Saturday, and there are many children running and playing on the streets, making it more lively than usual.

Before he even reached the square, Roland heard a gasp. He quickened his pace and saw four uniquely designed sleds crossing the square and heading towards the law enforcement office, leaving a trail of gray smoke behind.

This should be a steam-powered snowmobile, with two skateboards in the front and tracks in the back. It is powered by steam and was exclusively made for the North, so there are very few left.

'It seems the higher-ups from Grantham City have arrived.'

Now a very real problem lies before him: whether or not to claim the old priest's estate. If he goes too late, it might really be confiscated. It's normal to take away an elder's "last will and testament," but the old priest died last year, so it's hard not to be suspicious if he only goes to claim it now.

Fortunately, he's in a good position now. If there are no contraband items among his belongings, no one should bother him. If there are anything dangerous inside, he can simply send it to Julia to get rid of it.

He hurried home, confirmed with Evan that no one was looking for him, ate something quickly, and rushed to the Church Requiem Cemetery in the south of the city. Passing a general store, he spent 50 cents on two bottles of decent mead.

Anhun Cemetery is outside the town, but not far. After exiting the south gate, there is a snow-covered path leading southwest. Follow the road signs for a few hundred meters and you will see the cemetery surrounded by a fence, with the words "Anhun Cemetery" written on the rough gate.

This is a church cemetery, with a public cemetery next to it. The graves here are mostly for clergy or devout believers.

At this time, the main gate of the cemetery was closed, but there was a small gate next to it that allowed free entry and exit. The fence was to keep out wild animals, and the church always welcomed townspeople to come and pay their respects.

There are several wooden houses at the entrance of the cemetery, which serve as the residence and office of the cemetery caretakers. Visitors can also check the location of the buried persons here.

Roland had keen senses; as soon as he entered the cabin, he noticed someone watching him. He remained calm and strolled deeper into the cemetery.

Section 3, Row 7, Number 1083.

A moment later, he stopped in front of a tombstone with Colin's name etched on it. He was just an ordinary priest; he was not a follower of the Lord of Order and could not become a priest.

He took a towel out of his pocket and swept away the snow, wiping the tombstone clean. He also cleared away the dirty, hardened offerings in front of the tombstone, wiped the empty wooden bowl clean with snow, and poured in a bowl of mead, the old priest's favorite drink.

The remaining wine was stuffed, wrapped tightly in fur, and put back into the box to prevent it from freezing; their work was not yet finished.

He stood silently before the tombstone, neither speaking nor kneeling, but the old priest's dying words kept echoing in his mind. Had the old priest foreseen his failure? To whom was this legacy left?

A few minutes later, he turned and left, returning to the exit and knocking on the gravedigger's hut.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Who is it? Don't you know I rest during the day?" The voice was old, but full of energy.

“Priest Grave, I am Roland.” Roland didn’t expose him. He had been here twice and recognized Grave, but he wasn’t sure if the other man recognized him.

With a creak, the door opened, revealing a tall figure with an aged face, gray hair and beard, but a straight back and a robust build. His slightly cloudy brown eyes were fixed on Roland without blinking.

"It's Roland! It's been so long! Come in quickly." With that, he grabbed Roland's arm and pulled him inside.

Feeling the strong pull on his arm, Roland did not resist. He was stronger in terms of strength, but he was not there to compete in strength.

"Bang—" After Roland entered the house, Grave turned around and slammed the door shut.

"This wine was brought for Father Colin, but he didn't have the fortune to enjoy it, so please keep it all for you," Roland said casually as he placed the wine on the table.

"Haha..." Grave looked at Roland, his expression smiling, but his eyes revealed a hint of sadness. "Just what I wanted, so I won't stand on ceremony. You don't know, do you? I'm the one who taught him this drinking habit." Roland was startled and looked up into his eyes. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

After a long while, Grave avoided Roland's gaze, turned and walked to the bedside, pulling a brown leather suitcase from deep under the bed.

With a thud, he gently placed the box in front of Roland, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Take it. He really cared about you. It was all a cruel joke of fate."

Roland said nothing, picked up his suitcase, opened the door and left in a hurry.

Only after walking quite a distance, with the scenery obscuring his view from behind, did Roland exhale softly, and his tense mind slowly relax.

'He should have known about the old priest's plan, but I never expected that such a secret would be known to a second person.' He couldn't understand the old priest's thought process.

Father Grave was probably just an ordinary person. From the first words Roland said when he entered, he realized that the person in front of him was not "Colin." His emotions surged, making it hard to tell whether he was relieved or sad.

If Grave had acted rashly just now, he would not have held back. After a few seconds of eye contact, he even came up with an excuse: he had come to visit the old priest, was suddenly attacked by Grave, and was forced to retaliate.

This reason is very valid, because the old priest's identity will soon be exposed, Grave is an accomplice, and the suitcase is physical evidence.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not occur, and the inheritance was successfully obtained. I just don't know what's inside, and I'm really looking forward to it.

The suitcase is somewhat old, but the workmanship is exquisite, there is no damage, each corner is wrapped with brass, and the mechanical locks are intact. Judging from the style, it should be from the south.

This suitcase would look more appropriate if it were carried by a gentleman. Roland, dressed in a worn-out leather coat, looked rather rustic, and carrying it made him look like he had stolen it, which was rather conspicuous.

After leaving the cemetery, he took off the inner layer of clothing from his fur coat and used it to wrap the suitcase, which made it look much more harmonious.

He deliberately chose to walk through alleys along the way and didn't encounter many people. When he got home, there were a lot of voices in the neighbor's yard. He guessed that they might be law enforcement officers from Grantham who came to handle the case.

Instead of going over to say hello, he hurried home and hid the box in the storage room.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Are we having another big meal tonight?" Andrew sniffed hard, but couldn't smell anything.

"All you ever think about is eating." Roland rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "From now on, I'll be going to the Rose Cross Pharmacy to study every day, and I won't be coming back for lunch."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft; if there were any highly perceptive extraordinary individuals next door, they would most likely have heard him. He didn't explain what he was referring to, but others would probably assume it was books or medicinal herbs.

"Big brother, do you want to be an alchemist?" Evan was very excited, and the others were equally surprised, their eyes wide open. Alchemists have a high status everywhere and are definitely a high-income group.

"Don't ask too many questions or spread rumors. Who can predict the future?" Roland's answer was vague. "How's your charcoal business? Have you made any money?"

The boys' expressions froze, and they fell silent instantly.

"It's not that we didn't make any money..." Luke said hesitantly, "The price of timber in the city has gone up, and our charcoal doesn't look very good. After calculating, we can't even make enough to eat and drink."

However, we plan to buy the wood ourselves from the sawmill tomorrow to save costs; that way, we're sure we'll make money.

"It's good enough if you can make money. Don't go outside the town for now. Let's talk about it after yesterday's case is over," Roland instructed.

"All right……"

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