"People of the Whip of Order are as short-sighted as herrings in a can!"

After listening to Karen's narration, Alfred couldn't help but curse.

"Actually, this is quite good. I just need to pretend that I think I am the Whip of Order. Maybe it will be easier to explain when I encounter something in the future."

"The young master is always so far-sighted."

"Okay, you can go back to the funeral club. This time, you don't have to wear a mask. You don't know how awkward it is when I talk to Mrs. Lake in front of Mr. Pavaro's face every day. Well, Mrs. Lake will only be more...

awkward."

"Okay, Master."

The second-hand black Pence was driving on the highway. When passing through a street, there was a group of people gathering in front of it and the traffic was blocked. Alfred had to stop the car and wait.

I remember that on the first day I arrived in York City, when I got off the pier and took the car to Allen Manor, Mrs. Jenny once said that rallies and parades were like cultural and sports activities in York City, and they couldn't be more common.

After waiting for a while, the car in front started to move forward. Alfred also restarted the car and drove forward for a while. Karen saw a group of people walking on the side of the road. They were wearing white robes and had their heads covered.

Wearing a white high-pointed hat with only two small holes cut out for the eyes, what he held in his hands were not placards, but torches.

They did not shout any slogans neatly, but marched calmly.

Karen wondered: "It doesn't look like the church."

Although it looked like a strong religious element to ordinary people, as an insider, Karen could clearly tell that this was by no means an orthodox church organizing a parade.

"It's really not like a church, but more like some kind of interest club. Master, do you need me to investigate?"

"If you have time, you can go and investigate. After you send me to the funeral club later, you can go to the Lemar Ceramics Museum to help me pay for the last blood spirit powder. In addition, if Lemar has stocked up again,

, you can buy some more blood spirit powder to prepare.

Then go to the black market and buy two scrolls for Pu'er and Kevin.

Once these are done, you can go investigate this society."

"Okay, Master."

"Oh, by the way." Karen put the ring that she accidentally broke in half into the empty slot next to the handbrake, "remember to glue it back together."

"Remember, Master."

The car stopped at the entrance of Pavarro Funeral Home. Karen got out of the car, waved to Alfred and walked inside.

Alfred held the Whip of Order ring that was broken in half in his hand, smiled and said to himself:

"The current Whip of Order is indeed made of plastic."

…

The shop was still the same as before, with Peake sitting in a chair in a daze and Dincom reading a book there.

In fact, Karen had been dissatisfied with the two of them for a long time. If it was just because they were a little lazy before, then when she drove Mrs. Lake back last night, she found that these two people actually left the boss's two sick daughters.

If you get off work first at home, it will no longer be a problem of laziness.

Karen could understand their thoughts. Mr. Pavaro had been a seventh-level inquisitor for so long. They felt that there was no future in following Pavaro, so they simply stayed away.

Yes, I understand, but it doesn't mean Karen is willing to understand them.

When Karen appeared in the store, Peake first raised his head, then opened his eyes wide;

Dincom immediately looked up and looked at Karen, his mouth wide open in shock.

"Is Mr. Pavarro here?" Karen asked.

Peake and Dingcome immediately stood up: "Sir... Your Majesty."

Dingkom reacted faster and immediately said: "Sir, the boss is out on business, are you looking for him?"

He couldn't directly say that the boss had gone out to take on private work, because he knew that the boss not only took on tasks from the Cult of Kosmos, but also from other churches.

Karen smiled and took out his Servant of God ID card and threw it to Dincome, and Pique also turned to look at it.

"I am a servant of God who is here to report. From now on, I will be the same as you. Please take good care of me."

"How...how is it possible!" Pique exclaimed.

Dinkom looked at the certificate in astonishment and then at Karen: "Sir... is this true?"

"Really, from now on, I will also be an employee of this funeral company. The two of you are older than me, so you are the seniors."

"Really?" Pique asked.

Dinkom immediately bent down and handed the certificate back to Karen, saying repeatedly: "Don't dare, don't dare."

"hehe."

Karen smiled, then looked at the ground and walls, and said: "There have been a lot of things happening in Lanqiao Community recently. Although they have been resolved, the higher-ups attach great importance to this issue, so next, Lanqiao Community

The operation of the Inquisition will be somewhat different from other places.

Mr. Pavarro already knows about this arrangement, and I don't know if he gave you any instructions before going out."

"Yes, yes, we know there is a new person...oh no, an adult is coming, but I didn't expect you to come in person." Dinkom said flatteringly.

"Yeah, yeah." Pique nodded repeatedly.

They had previously promised to their boss that they would educate the newcomers and set rules for them, but now, naturally, they did not dare to have such an idea.

"The floor is too dirty, and the walls are also dirty. I have mysophobia and don't like messy environments. It's like I can't tolerate sand in my eyes."

"Don't worry, we'll clean it right away!"

"We'll start cleaning now!"

Karen continued: "I don't know how Mr. Pavaro managed this place before, but now that I'm here, everything must be based on my ideas and my requirements.

Next time I see you two sitting here doing nothing, I hope there is really nothing to do. If I find that there are still things that have not been done, then I will question the relationship between you two.

The loyalty of the God of Order."

These words sent shivers down the backs of Dincome and Peake.

They may not care about performance, but they will never care about their own lives. In theistic religion, doubting your belief in God is a very serious consequence.

"Let's do something."

"yes!"

"clear!"

The two lazy guys immediately started working.

Karen walked into the backyard and saw Mrs. Lake in the studio. She was sitting on a chair inside packing her makeup box.

When she saw Karen walking in, she was stunned for a moment, then stood up immediately and asked:

"What happened to my husband again?"

After asking, she suddenly realized that her husband was dead.

But she immediately became nervous again. Did something happen to him?

"I want a glass of ice water. Bring it to my study."

After leaving these words, Karen walked into the study.

The study room has a new layout, a floor lamp has been added, the wardrobe has been removed and replaced with a bookshelf, and the blanket on the floor has been replaced with a new one.

Karen walked behind the desk and sat down, picked up Mr. Pavarro's work notes, and continued

After a while, Mrs. Lake opened the door and walked in with a plate. First she placed ice water in front of Karen, and then a large sandwich with sauce!

Karen, who is not a "husband", finally smiled directly and said:

"Actually, I don't really like this sauce."

"Sorry, I'll change it to something else next time."

"Well, just prepare some cookies next time. No need to bother."

"Okay, I remember."

Karen picked up the water glass and took a sip.

"You...are you really...really you?"

This sounds like a tongue twister.

"It's me."

"It's unbelievable that my husband's friend will be you..."

"There are some things that I can't explain at the moment, but didn't we already agreed a few days ago?"

"Yes, yes, I understand, you have the final say on everything here."

"Um."

Mrs. Lake walked out of the study.

Karen lit a cigarette, kept it upside down on the ashtray, and continued to read her work notes.
To be continued...