The lawyer is probably responsible for recording and listening to the will. Although the Viscount does not have any friends or relatives, the property after death must be disposed of reasonably.

　　 Seeing that Jenkins was coming, the servant helped the Viscount in pajamas with difficulty, and then left, while the lawyer politely nodded at Jenkins, asked the Viscount to sign the name in the file, and left.

　　 He is very surprised now that he is the only one here.

　　 "Mr. William, thank you for coming to see me."

"it does not matter."

　　 He didn't know what to say anymore, and it wasn't the purpose of the Viscount to invite himself. So he took off his hat, pulled the wooden chair from the side, and sat down in front of the bed.

　　 "Your illness will be cured..."

　　 "Don't comfort me, I know my physical condition clearly."

Viscount 　　 showed some smiles on his sickly face:

"Since I was very young, I knew that I would definitely not live very long. In fact, I am very satisfied to be able to live to my current age. I don’t know many friends, Mr. Williams, you should It's the one who has a better relationship with me."

　　 "Then you are really..."

　　 Jenkins just imagined in his heart, still with a sad expression on his face:

　　 "A lot of things have happened recently."

He said softly: "I also understand a lot of things. Mortals will die. This is just a matter of time. But as long as this short life is worthwhile, mortals can't increase the length of their lives, but they can increase the thickness. Although it is unlucky to say that, I don’t think you are the kind of person who will escape death."

"Yes it is."

　　 Viscount looked at Jenkins' eyes, the emotion in his eyes made Jenkins a little hairy back. He didn't know where this strange feeling came from, so he could only knock on the floor with the bottom of his boots subconsciously to avoid being affected by inexplicable feelings.

　　 "Although the Augustus family has declined, my life has been superior since I was young."

　　 He seemed to be recalling his past, so Jenkins probed forward and made a listening posture.

"Oh, sir, when I was young, as a descendant of a nobleman who was destined to be a nobleman, even if my health was not good, I was happier than most people in this world. I still miss the lavender fields in the countryside of Nolan. In the golden wheat fields in autumn, I miss the pony I called Pete..."

　　 His tone is sad and sentimental, and his eyes seem to have penetrated time and returned to that era.

　　 But the long memory of a lifetime only lasted more than an hour, which is really sad.

　　 "I would like to ask you to supervise the execution of my will. You are the most upright gentleman I know."

　　 He finally said the purpose of inviting Jenkins.

"no problem."

　　 Jenkins will not refuse such a request, even though it may be troublesome. After thinking about it, he suggested:

　　 "Maybe you can consider donating part of your inheritance or setting up an organization to help the poor. In this way, even if you really... someone will remember you forever."

　　 Viscount looked at Jenkins unexpectedly, then slowly nodded, with a smile on his face: "You are right."

　　 His unexpectedly weak voice shouted loudly, the door was pushed open, and the lawyer walked in again.

　　 Viscount introduced Jenkins to the lawyer and changed part of the will, and then the lawyer left.

　　 The room of Viscount Augustus is located on the second floor of the manor. From the window, it is a bare plain. But in the coming year, you should be able to see the flowers in full bloom from here.

　　 "Mr. William, I want to ask you a question."

　　 His tone became weaker and weaker.

"Please speak."

"Do you believe that there is a broader world beyond this world? My father and uncle used to say that we are not the same as others. The family members did not die, but embarked on a greater journey. "

"I......"

　　 He became hesitant, the knowledge of the gifter did not point out that the soul of a certain family would belong to a special place.

　　 "My father even told me that the place is called [Undead Underworld], which is a..."

　　His voice gradually became lower and finally disappeared. He tilted his head on the wooden bed, closed his eyes, and still had a smile on his face. This was the expression when he recalled his father.

　　 "Mr. Augustus?"

　　 he shouted in a low voice, then stood up and tried his nose.

　　 sighed a long sigh, it seems that there have been more deaths recently.

　　 The chocolate on his chest suddenly squirmed violently, and Jenkins could only unbutton his coat and let it stick out his head. After raising his head again, he actually saw Mr. Augustus sitting on the side of the bed, looking at the body of Mr. Augustus on the bed.

　　 Yes, Augustus, who was sitting by the bed, was obviously much younger, with a vibrant smile on his face, but his body was transparent.

　　 He smiled and put a finger to his mouth, motioned to Jenkins not to say anything, then nodded slightly to him, stood up and walked to the door.

　　 At some point, the wooden door turned into an old dilapidated iron door, and as Augustus approached, the door slowly opened.

　　 "Oh, God!"

　　 Jenkins just glanced at the darkness behind the door, and felt a heavy blow to his head. He quickly looked away and drew the holy emblem on his chest.

　　 Raising his head, Mr. Augustus stopped the door frame, waved to Jenkins, and walked in.

　　 The door closed quietly.

　　 The metal feel quickly faded, and the wooden door quickly changed back.

　　 "Is that door a bit familiar?"

　　 Jenkins was stunned for a long time before he remembered the chocolate that soothed the fried hair.

　　 "Oh, when I went to the pet management center for the first time, this door seemed to float out of the cat spirit. The door disappeared the last time I went."

　　 stood up and walked towards the door.

　　 "This is not what the professor mentioned, [the door to the dead], right?"

　　 held his hand on the cold doorknob, opened the door, and saw the lawyer waiting for him and several sad servants.

　　 "The mortal descendants of the great master-the ancient **** of death, would they die?"

　　 (end of this volume)

　　PS: This volume is over! As a preview, this time [the writer's trip to the capital] may be longer, but it won't be particularly long. The name of the third act is-[Shadow that does not exist]. Note that this is not the name of the ability of the next savior, but the name is related to this.

Chapter 411 Chapter 405 The Legacy of a Friend

　　 The complete disappearance of an ancient family did not cause a big disturbance. Even the obituary of the Viscount only occupies a small area in the local newspaper, not even the black-robed man's reward announcement on the next page. People's attention remains on the plague and various lace news.

　　 Viscount Augustus really followed Jenkins’s suggestion and took out one-fifth of his estate to form an organization dedicated to helping orphans. Although he is dead, someone will come out to do the following things, because the estate of the Viscount is really huge. Even the declining nobleman, this surname inherited from the oldest age, still accumulated a lot of wealth.

　　 Jenkins was preparing to pack his luggage and went to Berdylan to find out that Viscount Augustus actually left a legacy for him.

　　 When the lawyer found Jenkins that afternoon, he and his father were very surprised, especially when they saw the specific numbers of the estate.

　　 "This is not a lot."

The lawyer shrugged: "And most of them are real estate, including houses that have been in disrepair and some factories that are on the verge of bankruptcy. The Viscount is unwilling to trouble you, so entrust us to exchange these assets into gold pounds and give them to you. This may take some time. So the day you receive this money should be next month or even next year."

"it does not matter."

　　 He has been dazzled by the accident, wondering if he should buy a few more houses in the downtown area of ​​Nolan.

"Originally, the Viscount left you more. He said that he has no relatives. This is a small gift for his friends. He asked me to congratulate you on his behalf. The Ritter Award is the highest honor. Oh, it should have been more. More, but the Viscount listened to your advice and used a large sum of cash in the estate to help the orphans, so it became what it is now."

　　 He took off his hat and bowed to Jenkins:

　　 "I think you are the most needed person in this era. In short, I wish Mr. Viscount's soul be with God, and I wish you can be blessed by God forever."

　　 Now, Jenkins's mood is even more complicated.

　　 "This sounds like a plot in a novel."

　　 In the warm club, Jenkins, Hathaway and Miss Mihail each sit on the backrest chairs covered with red cushions. The position of the three of them looks like an arc, and in the middle is a round table full of snacks, tea and books.

　　 The interior is filled with a very weak fragrance, Jenkins always wants to sneeze after smelling it for a long time.

　　 Chocolate is still lying on Jenkins' lap, enjoying the touch of the man.

　　 "The upright and poor young gentleman has accidentally obtained a large inheritance from his friend. From then on, he no longer needs to worry about his livelihood, and can better display his talents."

　　Miss Mihaier smiled and stretched out her fingers and waved in the air: "Good things come in pairs. I heard from the newspaper that Mr. Williams also won the Ritter Award?"

　　 "Yes, the award will be given next week."

　　 He replied shyly, leaning back a bit and leaning against the back of the chair.

　　 "So, you are leaving Nolan soon?"

　　 Hathaway asked while holding a tea cup.

　　 "Yes, the plan is to leave next Monday. I want to attend the funeral of Viscount Augustus. I must not be absent. I will leave after that, sage, I have never been to such a remote place. I hope the journey goes smoothly."

　　 "Is anyone with you? Mr. Oliver?"

　　 Hathaway seems to be very concerned about this issue.

　　 "No, no, father still has things to do. He has been very busy recently. But the bishop has booked a ticket for the first-class steam locomotive for me. I think this is enough."

　　 After what happened last week, the church attaches great importance to the safety of Jenkins. The original plan was to send a steamship directly to pick him up, and the Holy See had even arranged all the plans.

　　 But because of the unexpected appearance of the doomsday document, the airship came to Nolan ahead of time. However, Jenkins was unwilling to follow the airship back in advance due to various inconvenient reasons, so he could only take the train.

　　 In fact, as far as Jenkins knows, Miss Bevanna personally arranged the security plan for his trip. Jenkins doesn't know this plan, but there must be a guard around him. If the diocese didn't need her, Miss Bevanna might even accompany Jenkins in person.

　　 But these things are still far away, and there are still many things that need to be dealt with before leaving Nolan.

　　 On Wednesday night, Jenkins, who had finished the church night class, chatted with Captain Bincy for a while to inquire about the investigation of the [Gear Craftsmen's Association]. Then, under the pretext of wanting to walk around the city, he refused the carriage and went to the street alone.

　　 Today is the day of the gathering of Mr. Hood. The meeting place was chosen ingeniously on the clock tower next to the Civic Square.

　　 The history of this clock tower is as old as the establishment of Nolan, and it is also one of the tallest buildings in the area. Almost anywhere in Nolan City, you can see the top of the clock tower.

　　 But Jenkins didn't think this was a suitable place for secret gatherings, because the clock tower was in the city center, very close to City Hall and Karlfax Field.

　　 He walked slowly along the street, hesitated at a fork in the road, and then got into an alley. When he came out again, he became Mr. Candle with a black cat.

　　The closer you are to the city center, the more police officers will patrol. Especially in the winter, even the conscientious policemen start to hate their jobs, and patrols become long staying at alleys or street corners, which makes secret operations very troublesome.

　　 The weather in Nolan has been very good these days, and the snow has already melted. The carriage was still running on the wide road, while Jenkins in the alley looked up at the clock tower, thinking about how to get up.

　　 He lurked in the shadows, approaching the tower cautiously. When I approached, I saw that the entrance door of the tower was open, so I pushed the door and walked in.

　　 The lower end of the clock tower is a hall, but the city hall did not arrange a reasonable use for it. If you continue to walk inward, you will see the narrow stairs. There is no light here, only the quiet moonlight shooting in from a higher window, making the atmosphere here more like a third-rate horror novel.

　　 The chocolate on his shoulder was a little impatient with Jenkins' hesitation, so he jumped directly from his shoulder to the upper stairs and climbed up quickly. Jenkins hurriedly chased upwards and unconsciously came to the top floor, which also has a large area. To the side is a wooden staircase, and you can continue to climb up to the back of the dial.

　　 Mr. Hood has indeed arrived, holding a faintly lit candle in his hand, lying on the wooden railing and watching the complicated gear structure rotating behind the dial.

Section 412 Chapter 406 The departure of Mr. Black Cat (plus more votes)

　　 The top of the clock tower was filled with the mechanical impact of gears rotating and lever transmission, but Mr. Hood still heard Xixisuosuo's footsteps. Immediately looking back, first a white kitten ran up, and then a strange man.

　　 "Good evening, Mr. Hood."

　　 While showing the purple pentagram emblem, he bent down to catch the still struggling chocolate.

　　 "Good evening, Mr. Candle."

　　 shrugged, then turned around and continued to observe the mechanical structures.

　　 Thanks to Jenkins’ “testimony”, the church now knows that there is a new believer in Nolan, code-named “Mr. Candle”. But this believer is very likely to have the status of a savior, so in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, the church did not put him in the wanted order, but increased the reward for the black-robed man.

　　 Because of this, Miss Magic might be able to guess something, but Mr. Hood still greeted Jenkins very kindly.

　　 "I heard locals say that this clock tower was only maintained three years ago."

　　 He hugged his cat and walked to Mr. Hood, listening to the sound of metal collision coming from the front.

　　 "Oh, I have forgotten that you are a foreigner. Yes, this clock tower is one of the symbols of the city, and every year the city hall will take out some taxes to maintain it."

　　 Mr. Hood seemed to have thought of something, and then said in a joking tone:

　　 "I heard that people were there when it was repaired more than ten years ago..."

　　He stretched his hand towards the center of the rotating mechanical structure.

"People found an extra part over there. It is almost impossible. After all, the clock is maintained every three years, and the craftsmen never make mistakes. It was later discovered that the gear does not belong to the clock tower, but rather It's a special item with a number..."