Alfred took off his coat, folded it in half, and lifted it to Karen's side.

Karen put Mr. Pavarro's face on it, and Alfred carefully wrapped it gently with his own clothes.

The wind was blowing slowly, and some dead branches and leaves blew onto Mr. Pavarro.

The shameless face does not look very scary, because subconsciously you know what kind of person Mr. Pavarro is. How could such a person be wary of him and be afraid of him?

After Lian Pu'er met him, he spoke directly without any scruples, because he had also read the notes.

"Master, I think Mr. Pavarro was worried that you would not use his face and bury his body properly after his death, so he took it upon himself to tear off his face in advance."

"Go and bring the car over, we can go home."

"Okay, Master."

Alfred ran to where the car was parked, and soon he drove back.

Karen helped carry the body and originally wanted to pull up Mr. Pavarro's body first, but his kneeling posture seemed to be frozen there, as if nails were embedded in his knees.

But it would be disrespectful to ask Alfred to directly pick up Mr. Pavarro in this position and ask him to kneel in the car and transport him home.

"Master, Mr. Pavarro must be apologizing for his moral compulsion on you."

Someone once came to Pavaro and provided him with enough blood spirit powder every month so that his two daughters could live a life similar to normal people. The only requirement was that Pavarro would no longer pursue the matter, but Pavarro refused.

Already.

He could only stand at the door of his two daughters' bedrooms every night and listen to their sobs that could not suppress the pain and torture and buried their faces in the pillows;

Watching my originally gentle wife become more and more irritable;

He is not an unfeeling person, he has always adhered to his loyalty to order and strictly adhered to his own inner rules of order; but in his heart, he has always felt deep guilt for his family.

Therefore, this is probably the most "forced" thing he has ever done in his life. He hopes that his family can receive care from Karen;

Although he had told Karen many times before about the benefits of using his "identity" in the bathroom, apart from the benefits, there must be inconveniences. After all, Karen could get one through the channels of the Allen family.

A new identity enters the Cult of Kosmos.

He took the initiative to tear off his face in order not to give Karen a chance to regret it. He knelt down and handed his face to Karen in the hope that Karen would forgive him for this "moral compulsion."

Karen bent down, looked at Mr. Pavaro, and whispered:

"Mr. Pavaro, thank you for giving me this identity. It really helps me a lot. I will help you take care of your family. After all, you helped me pay for the surgery."

Alfred tried to exert force again, but strangely, Mr. Pavarro's knees suddenly bent normally again.

In this way, Alfred successfully placed Mr. Pavarro into the back seat of the car, keeping him in a sitting position. Little John also sat in the back seat with great interest, helping to hold Mr. Pavarro to prevent his

The body slipped.

Pu'er and Jin Mao also got into the car, and only Karen remained outside the car, looking at the position where Mr. Pavarro was kneeling before.

Karen couldn't figure it out, why would a person who defended order until his death still need to be so humble after death?

If there was no God in this world, it would be easier to figure it out, but there is a God in this world.

It is because of the existence of God that when I see this scene, I feel a little depressed and have the urge to curse.

At this moment, Karen finally understood what kind of emotion his grandfather felt when he scolded the God of Order.

It was not what I thought at first. Grandpa himself was very powerful, so he began to despise God;

It was because the grandfather who firmly believed in worshiping the God of Order had witnessed his son and daughter-in-law struggling and suffering from pollution.

The people above made mistakes, but as human beings, they can actually understand a little bit while being angry.

But the question is, is it God above?

If it is a human or a god, does it make no difference?

Then why can you, a god, sit on it with peace of mind and accept worship and worship that are beyond human beings?

Where is your...face?

Alfred sat in the driver's seat and did not rush the young master.

After waiting for a while, the young master finally came over, opened the door and got into the passenger seat.

Alfred started the car, and the car stereo started automatically playing the music from the way he came. Alfred wanted to turn it off, but when he saw Karen didn't frown, he stopped and continued driving.

There were so many people when we came, and there were so many people when we returned, not a single person was missing.

After all, Mr. Pavarro was originally a dead man, but he is still a dead man now.

But one thing is certain, tonight's events will definitely trigger a series of turmoils. The scale of this turmoil may be very small, and for the beings in those two pillars of light, it may not be a big deal;

But for the underlying people involved in this matter, it is tantamount to an avalanche.

The relevant personnel of Judge Zihe's faction will definitely be investigated and liquidated, and the Raphael family at the end responsible for actual control... should no longer exist.

The enemy that once made the Allen family fearfully feel that they are about to be annexed is about to announce its exit in this way. From the perspective of a bystander, it may even feel a bit ridiculous.

But when I looked down at Pu'er, who was lying on her knees and taking a nap, I thought of her behavior of stealing the finger of the God of Light from the family, and seemed to have a new understanding.

The Raphael family clung to the church for the sake of family development and growth, and did not hesitate to become the white glove of the forces below the church, but they were destroyed in one fell swoop;

The Allen family is waiting to die like boiling frogs in warm water, but they are not dead yet...

You laugh at the slow crawling of the tortoise, but the tortoise can see your grandson lying in the coffin.

Perhaps this is a different philosophy of survival.

It was already dawn when the car drove into the apartment complex.

Alfred wrapped Mr. Pavarro in clothes and carried him upstairs without encountering his neighbors.

Hilly, who was dedicated to her job, had already arrived at her employer's house. When she opened the door, she was cleaning inside. When she saw Alfred putting Mr. Pavarro's body into the bathroom on the ground floor with Ms. Anne

After side by side;

She blinked hard, then continued mopping the floor, saying:

"This gentleman looked like he was very ill yesterday. It's so pitiful that he couldn't survive last night."

Karen first took a shower in the bathroom on the second floor and changed into a set of clean clothes that Hilly put in the basket at the bathroom door.

Since Alfred was discharged from the hospital and the maid returned to work at home, life has indeed become much simpler and more relaxed. At least I don't have to wash clothes, and the cats and dogs at home don't have to dry their clothes.

Walking down the stairs, Karen sat down at the table;

Hilly brought hot milk and pies, and Karen started eating. He was very tired and sleepy now. It was actually difficult for people to feel hungry in this state, but he still had to force himself to eat something.

"Master, would you like to take a good rest later?" Alfred came over and asked holding a gift box.

Karen shook his head and said, "You will drive me to Lemar Ceramics Museum later. I'm afraid that if you delay for too long, Mr. Pavarro's heart will be wasted."

Reattachment of severed fingers also requires time efficiency. Karen is not sure whether using face skin as a mask requires this, but most things should focus on "freshness."

"Okay, Master."

"Mr. Alfred, let me wash this coat for you. It's all dirty."

"Well, wait a minute." Alfred reached out and opened his coat that Hilly was holding, took out the human face skin from inside, and put it into the gift box in his hand, "Okay, let's go wash it.

"

"..." Hilly.

Alfred sat down, poured himself a glass of milk and asked while drinking:

"Master, you need to take care of yourself."

"It's good that this time has passed." Karen said, "There is nothing we can do now."

Karen remembered that it seemed that it had been a long time since he opened his black notebook and wrote something in it;

When the matter at hand is finished, I'll give myself a holiday...well, I'm already unemployed anyway.

After breakfast, I looked at the time and saw it was 7:30, which was still the morning rush hour;

"I'll squint on the sofa for a while. Call me at nine o'clock."

"Okay, Master."

Karen sat on the sofa and closed her eyes.

When Karen was half asleep, she felt someone covering herself with a blanket. When she opened her eyes, she saw it was Hilly.

"I'm sorry, Master, I woke you up."

Karen turned and glanced at the wall clock. He had been asleep for an hour.

"Master, your eyes are all red and bloodshot. It's scary. You'd better go to the bedroom upstairs and have a good rest."

"I won't sleep anymore. I have to work. How can I support a maid if I don't work?"

Karen's joke was taken seriously by Hilly, and she said directly: "Master, my salary can be reduced by half, or even reduced further."

"I'm just kidding."

"But I am a serious young master. My family had planned for me to get married so that I could help my younger brother go to school and lighten the burden on my family. I didn't want to get married, so I and a few of my cousins ​​who were usually more playful planned to go to the textile factory according to the job recruitment notice.

work."
To be continued...