Chapter: 1365
On the way, Klein changed his appearance again, becoming more and more like a native.
He found a special store, bought gloves made of linen, a shroud, and a body bag, and then based on the surrounding environment features he saw while browsing the prayer screen, he found the bridge hole all the way, and found the one who died in the mud in the corner girl.
Because it was still winter, the weather wasn't hot, and the corpse hadn't shown any obvious signs of decay, but the festering skin and stench still made Klein feel a little sick instinctively.
��He didn't come to bury the girl who hoped to live like a human being last night, because due to the impact of recent incidents, Bayam's night control was extremely strict, and the cemetery didn't open until dawn.
Taking out a metal vial, Klein poured some "Cragg's Oil" on his hand and rubbed it on his nose.
The choking feeling invaded his mind, and the smell of peppermint mixed with disinfectant filled his sense of smell, making him sober as if he had just fallen into an ocean of floating ice, and was no longer affected by other smells.
After stuffing the metal vial back, Klein put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and squatted beside the female corpse.
He unfolded the shroud first, entangled the opponent little by little, and then gently put the body into the body bag.
With the bag on his back, he purposely passed through the most prosperous streets of Bayam until he reached the outside of the city, and climbed halfway up the mountain by the sea along the narrow road that could not be passed by carriages.
There are cemeteries specially prepared for local aboriginals by the Church of the Storm and the Governor's Mansion.
The cemeteries of outsiders such as the Loen people, Intis people, and Fenepot people who came here for business, adventure, and settlement are on the other side of Bayam, backed by the woods, flat and soothing.
Klein climbed up step by step, entered the cemetery that didn't even have a name, and found the gravekeeper who was dozing off.
"How do you want to bury him?" The gravekeeper pointed to the body bag and said, "If you want to be free, you have to wait a few days until the corpses in the morgue have accumulated to a certain number, then burn them together and bury him in the same grave. , there will be a priest to appease the soul of the dead in advance, 5 soli, he will have his own urn and a grid, 2 pounds, urn plus cemetery plus stone tablet, do not want cremation, need coffin, you can go there to pick, different wood is different s price."
Klein thought for a moment, took out the 5 soli banknote, and handed it over.
"What's the name?" The gravekeeper asked with a good attitude after counting the banknotes and picking up a dipped pen.
He actually doesn't know how to write words, but just draws some symbols to aid memory.
Klein paused for a second and said, "Buddy."
"Buddy..." the gravekeeper repeated in a low voice, and drew a symbol.
Without looking up, he continued, "She can have an epitaph on the grid."
Budi is a typical female name of the native race of Rorsted Islands, so the cemetery guards no longer mistaken the gender.
Klein was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "She's a human being."
"Is she a person? What a strange epitaph..." the gravekeeper muttered in a low voice, "Do you have a picture? I know you don't."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a "photo" handed over by the other party.
It was a portrait that Klein made with the help of the ceremony, which perfectly reproduced the girl's appearance before she fell ill. In order not to be suspected, he used the corresponding paper and certain techniques to make the portrait look like a real photo.
The cemetery guard was a little surprised, but he didn't say much. He quickly took the documents, and together with Klein, carried the body bag to the hut where the priest lived.
After requiem, burning, loading ashes, posting photos, and engraving epitaph were all over, Klein took a deep look, turned and left the cemetery.
When going down the mountain road, he saw the whole Bayam:
The sea water is light blue and near green, stretching as far as the eye can see, the port has layers of sails, towering chimneys, criss-crossing streets, people coming and going, surrounded by manors, many plants, wide roads in the distance, and straight rails... This is like a painting by a master. The beautiful oil paintings by hand are full of vigor and vitality that cannot be described in words.
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On the top of the bell tower attached to the Church of the Waves, the cardinal of the Church of the Storms and the senior deacon of "Punisher", Yan Cotman, is standing on the edge, looking at the refreshing sea and the mountains spreading far along the coastline. JrNovels.com
He found a special store, bought gloves made of linen, a shroud, and a body bag, and then based on the surrounding environment features he saw while browsing the prayer screen, he found the bridge hole all the way, and found the one who died in the mud in the corner girl.
Because it was still winter, the weather wasn't hot, and the corpse hadn't shown any obvious signs of decay, but the festering skin and stench still made Klein feel a little sick instinctively.
��He didn't come to bury the girl who hoped to live like a human being last night, because due to the impact of recent incidents, Bayam's night control was extremely strict, and the cemetery didn't open until dawn.
Taking out a metal vial, Klein poured some "Cragg's Oil" on his hand and rubbed it on his nose.
The choking feeling invaded his mind, and the smell of peppermint mixed with disinfectant filled his sense of smell, making him sober as if he had just fallen into an ocean of floating ice, and was no longer affected by other smells.
After stuffing the metal vial back, Klein put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and squatted beside the female corpse.
He unfolded the shroud first, entangled the opponent little by little, and then gently put the body into the body bag.
With the bag on his back, he purposely passed through the most prosperous streets of Bayam until he reached the outside of the city, and climbed halfway up the mountain by the sea along the narrow road that could not be passed by carriages.
There are cemeteries specially prepared for local aboriginals by the Church of the Storm and the Governor's Mansion.
The cemeteries of outsiders such as the Loen people, Intis people, and Fenepot people who came here for business, adventure, and settlement are on the other side of Bayam, backed by the woods, flat and soothing.
Klein climbed up step by step, entered the cemetery that didn't even have a name, and found the gravekeeper who was dozing off.
"How do you want to bury him?" The gravekeeper pointed to the body bag and said, "If you want to be free, you have to wait a few days until the corpses in the morgue have accumulated to a certain number, then burn them together and bury him in the same grave. , there will be a priest to appease the soul of the dead in advance, 5 soli, he will have his own urn and a grid, 2 pounds, urn plus cemetery plus stone tablet, do not want cremation, need coffin, you can go there to pick, different wood is different s price."
Klein thought for a moment, took out the 5 soli banknote, and handed it over.
"What's the name?" The gravekeeper asked with a good attitude after counting the banknotes and picking up a dipped pen.
He actually doesn't know how to write words, but just draws some symbols to aid memory.
Klein paused for a second and said, "Buddy."
"Buddy..." the gravekeeper repeated in a low voice, and drew a symbol.
Without looking up, he continued, "She can have an epitaph on the grid."
Budi is a typical female name of the native race of Rorsted Islands, so the cemetery guards no longer mistaken the gender.
Klein was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "She's a human being."
"Is she a person? What a strange epitaph..." the gravekeeper muttered in a low voice, "Do you have a picture? I know you don't."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a "photo" handed over by the other party.
It was a portrait that Klein made with the help of the ceremony, which perfectly reproduced the girl's appearance before she fell ill. In order not to be suspected, he used the corresponding paper and certain techniques to make the portrait look like a real photo.
The cemetery guard was a little surprised, but he didn't say much. He quickly took the documents, and together with Klein, carried the body bag to the hut where the priest lived.
After requiem, burning, loading ashes, posting photos, and engraving epitaph were all over, Klein took a deep look, turned and left the cemetery.
When going down the mountain road, he saw the whole Bayam:
The sea water is light blue and near green, stretching as far as the eye can see, the port has layers of sails, towering chimneys, criss-crossing streets, people coming and going, surrounded by manors, many plants, wide roads in the distance, and straight rails... This is like a painting by a master. The beautiful oil paintings by hand are full of vigor and vitality that cannot be described in words.
����
On the top of the bell tower attached to the Church of the Waves, the cardinal of the Church of the Storms and the senior deacon of "Punisher", Yan Cotman, is standing on the edge, looking at the refreshing sea and the mountains spreading far along the coastline. JrNovels.com
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