Alfred put away his notebook and sat upright. Since he accompanied the young master to leave Allen Manor, his clothes are no longer so exquisite and gorgeous. He will deliberately choose some ordinary clothes to match, but his figure and temperament are inherently It's great, even ordinary clothes can be worn on him, especially when compared with Pique and Dingcomb who are sitting opposite, the contrast will be more obvious.

His eyes moved away from the old Saman who was lying in the coffin, and then fell on the young master who was driving the hearse. Alfred sighed in his heart:

"All fates have already been secretly priced by God."

It's just that he didn't write this sentence in the notebook.

Although he has always treated the young master as a god, he is clear that the core idea in the young master's black notebook is a criticism of God.

He regards the young master as a **** because he does not know for the time being what specific titles should be used for the existence above gods.

Of course, after following the young master, he gradually completed the transformation of "god" from a noun to an adjective.

After passing the intersection ahead, we will arrive at the Ivy Cemetery, but at the intersection, there are a group of figures in blue robes standing, who should come, always will come. .

Karen stopped the hearse and turned on the lights. The group of Pamires believers were saluting the hearse in a pious gesture.

"Is your prestige in Pamires so high?" Karen asked from behind.

"Where does the prestige come from? It's nothing more than being better at craftsmanship and being able to make things that others can't make;

In addition, he did not make any outstanding contributions to the church, nor did he leave any epic stories in the church.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to work as an administrator in the cemetery for thirty years without ever visiting a 'relative'. "

Karen pointed to the front and said, "It's hard to match what you said about this scene."

"I guess it should be something I left in the courier space back then. Because of the war, the courier space was fully operated and it was revealed. Only then did they know, oh, it turns out that there was a person in my teaching. A true genius."

"I think the word genius is generally used for young people, or people who look young."

"This is your prejudice. In the long river of history, each of us appears to be very young." Old Saman raised his hand, and Alfred, who was sitting next to him, gave him a cigarette, and then helped him After lighting it, the old man took a puff of cigarette, exhaled and said, "Step on the gas pedal and rush over, the older you are, the more you can't see or hear these things."

"Afraid of being soft-hearted?"

"I'm afraid I'll be sick, after all I've had enough to eat."

"You are really difficult to serve." Karen shook his head, "Obviously I have always been thinking about the divine religion in my heart, and now the divine religion has given you enthusiasm, but you still have this attitude."

"What I cherish is my past, because in my past, there was Pamires.

But you let me accept it again and integrate into it, not to mention that they can't represent the Pamirs in my heart now, even if they are exactly the same and have not changed at all, then what have I been doing for the past thirty years?

There is no way to start over, so it’s better to keep more memories of the past. I don’t even dare to live longer, for fear that if I live a few more days, I will find out that my good memories of the past are also adulterated. "

"I understand, you are treating God's religion as your ex-wife."

"Heh, hahahaha."

Old Saman smiled happily.

Karen restarted the hearse and continued to drive forward. The group of Pamiresian priests in front slowly moved away, and there was no such situation as swearing to the death to block the way. Finally, at the gate of the Ivy Cemetery, Delhi appeared. The figure of Us.

On his forehead, the scars are still clear, but he is not on crutches, and he is still standing there. It seems that the treatment methods of the missionary hospital are indeed miraculous. It is not easy for ordinary people to lie on the bed for more than half a month after suffering such serious injuries yesterday. Can't get out of bed.

The hearse continued to drive forward, but Derius still stood there without moving.

Karen thinks that this son of God is really not good at begging, and he is not good at making social relations. In fact, old Saman is very easy to coax. Don't just kowtow to express your belief when you come up. Why don't you bring a bottle of wine and a bag? Jiucai changed into casual clothes and came to find him for supper.

After all, Derius is like the child of his ex-wife to the old Saman, and he must have feelings, um, even if the child is not related to him by blood.

Unsurprisingly, Lord Shenzi was knocked down by the front of the car, and the hearse drove past him. However, the chassis of the hearse was high enough. After driving past, Karen took a special look at the rearview mirror. Lord Shenzi was getting up from the ground.

The gate of the cemetery was unlocked, and Karen didn't stop the car. Instead, he drove the hearse directly and pushed the gate open with the front of the car.

"It's over." Old Saman complained.

Karen patted the steering wheel and said, "I plan to change the hearse."

The captain said that he would use the coupons to exchange for a "VIP car". He didn't have as high aspirations as the captain, but it would be no problem to change to a high-end hearse.

"What I care about is my gate," said Saman Sr.

"They're all going to be buried, and they still care about this." Karen didn't care, and asked while driving along the path in the cemetery, "Where is the tomb?"

"Turn right, at the northwest corner."

"Like quiet so much?"

"The main reason is that I am too familiar with the residents here. I am afraid that the big guys will be too enthusiastic after I live in. It's better to be quiet. When I want to be quiet, I can lie there by myself, and when I am bored, I will come out to visit the house by myself."

Karen looked in the rearview mirror and found that the Pamiresians were all standing at the gate of the cemetery, and none of them followed in. Probably they themselves knew that if they followed up in the cemetery, they would enjoy the same experience as they did yesterday. Treated like the Son of God.

When the cemetery arrived, Karen got out of the car, and old Saman stood in front of Karen.

It was very empty here, surrounded by empty tombs. Old Saman stood beside Karen, stretching constantly. He probably knew that the space after lying in the coffin was cramped.

Karen suggested, "Shall I go to the bathroom first?"

"That's a good proposition, but it's too far away. You should stop at the door and let me go back to the house to solve it."

Karen pointed to the front and said, "Just find a place in the haystack. Let's turn our backs."

"This is the place where I will sleep forever. Who would be convenient in their own bedroom? Even your dog understands this."

"My dog? Have you seen him?"

"Yes, a very smart golden retriever, but his forehead is a little bald."

"There's no other word to describe it other than smart?"

"How do you want me to describe it, say that it is as smart as a human being? After all, it's just a dog."

"Well, yes, it's just a dog after all."

Alfred helped Peake and Dingcomb transport old Saman's coffin down and put it in the grave that had been dug in advance.

The old Saman began to pace around the coffin, telling Alfred and the others to adjust the angle of the coffin from time to time. Probably, few people could request these details during burial.

However, the old Saman didn't waste time deliberately, because he had enough courage to face death in his heart.

"It's time to start..."

Having said that, the old Saman suddenly turned his head and looked back,

"Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest came."

"Outside the cemetery?" Karen asked.

"Yes, outside the cemetery, he dare not come in."

"Bishop Berne?"

"Well, it's him."

"Are you going to see him?"

"Go and see him. You can't be timid before you die. Besides, I have a lot to say and want to scold him."

"Then we'll wait here for your return."

"Don't worry, it won't be too long."

The old Saman took a step forward, his figure twisted for a while, and then disappeared.

At the gate of the cemetery, the people of the Pamires sect had been arranged to go away. Originally, Derius was the only one who stood there stubbornly until a black halo appeared beside him. His father, Get out of it.

Today's Bishop of Bern is not wearing a divine robe, but a gray sweater, holding a brown cane.

Looking at his son who only knew he was standing here, Bishop Berne sighed:

"It's not enough for you to do this."

"But I feel that this is the only way to represent my faith and respect."

"Who do you believe in, and who do you respect?"

"Pamiles God." Derius replied forcefully.

"Hehe." Bishop Berne smiled, "But the person you have to face, he may have already deteriorated his faith and respect. To a certain extent, he can even be called an apostate, but he is just Choose to escape rather than tear violently."

"I can feel that his piety is still there."

"Of course, but certainly not the only thing anymore, this is where you need to improve;

Maybe your living environment made you suspicious and suspicious at the beginning. In this state, you matured very quickly, but at the same time, you also became tired and naive, and you longed to embrace a pure spiritual world with social connections, but that's not realistic.

Even, the way you think is right will arouse the other party's resentment, which is why you were beaten yesterday. "

"Then what should I...how?"

"Sweeping, cooking, chatting."

Derius turned his head to look at his father, as if asking: Are you serious?

Bishop Berne smiled and said, "For older people, these are the most useful."

"Are you talking about who is older?"

Old Saman's figure appeared at the gate, staring at Bishop Bern.

Bishop Bern reached out and touched Derius's head, and said, "It's just teaching children how to honor the elders."

"If you don't have the heart, it's useless to pretend."

Bishop Berne shook his head and said, "Many old people in the world know that their children treat them well for the sake of family property, but they are willing to pretend not to know."

"I'm not like them."

"But I don't think there is any difference. You and I will both grow old."

"I'm getting older, but you don't seem to have changed. You are still the same as before, sinister, cunning and shameless."

"I'm very happy to hear you say that." Bishop Bern pushed Derius forward, "In any case, he is the current son of God of your Pamires Church, and if nothing else, he will also be the future priest , I think you should leave something for him."

"The nest has already been taken by you, and you are still thinking about that little thing that has been a lonely bird for a long time. You father and son are really thick-skinned."

Derius said sincerely: "Mr. Saman, it was the elders of the church who discovered some things you left in the messenger space. You know that many inheritances I taught over the years have been broken. Now that you have mastered it, I Hope you pass them on.”

"I have no such obligation."

"This is for Pamires' teaching."

"Pamires Sect is already yours."

"You shouldn't question my devotion to God Pamireth."

Hearing his son say this, Bishop Bern could not help but close his eyes.

"If God really saw this scene, you and your father, body and soul, will be involved in the letter paper and banned forever!"

"Mr. Saman, I am here to make a request to you on behalf of the Pamires Cult. I hope you can think about the Cult of God and the future of the Cult of God..."

"Buzz!"

The old Saman appeared in front of Derius and kicked Derius.

Bishop Berne also appeared in front of his son, and stopped the old Saman's foot with his cane. The blue and black light and shadow collided quickly at this time, and finally dissipated.

Old Saman stared at the face of Bishop Bern, and said word by word: "Your son is very smart, but your son is very stupid."

"He's still young after all."

"It's not wrong to be young, but since you are young, you should stand behind and stay, instead of going to the front and saying so many annoying nonsense based on your youth!"

Derius took out a scroll inlaid with sapphires from the cuff of the divine robe, and said, "I have the scriptures of the priest here."

"ha."

Old Saman smiled, looked at Derius,

"Are you sure you want to open the priest's handwriting? Are you sure you want me to start doubting the identity of the priest now?"

Derius froze.

Seeing the change in his expression, old Saman's eyes began to turn red.

Bishop Bern reached out and grabbed Derius' shoulder, leading him back quickly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha…"

Old Saman looked at Bishop Berne who retreated, and asked:

"Why, don't you come in and sit down?"

"I didn't think about going in. After all, there are too many uncertainties in the face of a dying person."

"Do you think I'll take you to be buried with you? You think too well. I don't want to have something more filthy than a toilet in the place where I lie after I die."

"Who knows." Bishop Berne smiled slightly, "but you should leave something behind."

"What should be left behind, I have already left in the messenger space, and it will take decades to slowly explore and crack it. I don't owe anything to Pamires, let alone the God of Order. I am now I just want to die, if you are not even willing to give me the peace of dying, then I am looking forward to what will happen next.

So, take your disgusting son, get out of my sight, and don't disturb my peaceful death vibe. "

Bishop Bern nodded and said, "Go."

"roll!"

The old Saman figure dissipated.

Delius said: "The things he left in the messenger space are indeed as he said, and it will take decades to decipher and master them. He is a space genius who has been hidden all the time."

"Master Shenzi, I am curious about one thing."

"My lord bishop, tell me."

"Have you read the content of the teaching scripture in your hand?"

"My lord asked Mr. Shaman to open it himself, but I haven't read it."

Bishop Berne frowned slightly when he heard this, and said, "You can open it now."

"But…"

"You'll never see him again."

Derius pursed his lips and opened the manuscript. When the scroll was unfolded, the figure of the priest was projected.

But the figure of the priest did not persuade or appease,

Dissipates after uttering only a brief sentence:

"Go ahead."

…

Karen saw that old Saman came back, and also found that his back was more hunched than before.

"I guess, the feeling after scolding is not more comfortable."

The old Saman nodded and said, "But don't scold me, I feel my back hurts even when I lie in the coffin."

Karen looked at the time and said, "Can we start?"

"Are you willing to urge me to die?"

"I want to go back to sleep early."

"Okay, let's get started."

The old Saman walked to his coffin and began to perform the ceremony. The ceremony was very simple and should be similar to the "space exile" ceremony, which is a traditional process taught by Pamires.

After the ceremony, the old Saman began to give his own condolences:

"I originally thought that the first half of my life was exciting enough to tolerate the dullness of the second half of my life, but in the end I realized that all this was completely reversed.

I don't know how to sum up my life. It's like a dream. I thought I let it go, but I still carried it on my shoulders. I blocked it with my own hand.

If I could do it again,

I don't want to think, I don't want to wander, I don't want to hesitate;

I want to be free and easy, I want to be free, I want to be willful;

pity,

There is no chance of another one. "

After the speech was over, the old Saman cut open his palm with his nails, and blood dripped into the coffin. The next moment, a blue light appeared at the location of the tomb, and there was actually a teleportation circle buried deep here.

"After I die, my body and this coffin will be transported back into the unknown space, and there is no way to follow. I want to give myself the last ring of the funeral, in the true sense... space exile."

Hearing this sentence, Alfred's face changed, the corpse was going to be teleported away?

Karen asked calmly, "I heard that space also has coordinates. If you look for it according to the initial coordinates, you should be able to find it."

"Hehe, but I don't know where the coordinates are, and I don't want to know, and no one can know." The old Saman shouted with open arms, "Because, I just want to end my life like a dog in the most sloppy way." life."

As soon as the voice fell,

The old Saman stretched out his hand to hook, and the coffin lid floated;

Immediately afterwards, a blue flame suddenly ignited on his body, and then the flame disappeared, and he cut off all the life functions of his body in an instant.

Immediately ~lightnovelpub.net~ the body fell backwards and fell into the coffin, and the coffin lid also fell and closed.

The blue light instantly wrapped the coffin completely, and a huge starburst appeared, and then disappeared in an instant, together with the coffin containing the old Saman's body.

at this moment,

In a cave in the messenger space, a group of elders and scholars of Pamires who were desperately deciphering the notes on the wall were surprised to find that the clues that would have taken time and effort to unravel bit by bit actually began to rearrange, The answer is fully presented, there are many long-lost space techniques and forging techniques.

at the same time,

In the master bedroom compartment in the backyard of the Pavaro Funeral Society, a golden retriever was lying in the kennel, and the dog's paws were fiddled with a delicate compass, and rows of pointers on it were rapidly turning along with the dog's paws.

"Wow!"

(He actually treats me like a dog!)

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