Alfred put away his notebook and sat up straight. Since he accompanied the young master to leave Allen Manor, his clothes were no longer so exquisite and gorgeous. He would deliberately choose some ordinary clothes to match, but his figure and temperament were naturally

It's great, even ordinary clothes can look stylish on him, especially when compared with Pique and Dincome sitting opposite, the contrast will be more obvious.

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

"All destiny has been marked by God in secret."

But he didn't write this sentence in his notebook.

Although he had always treated the young master as a god, he knew that the core idea in the young master's black notebook was a criticism of God.

He regards the young master as a god because he is not yet sure what specific title 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 in front, we will reach the Ivy Cemetery, but at the intersection, there are a group of figures wearing blue divine robes. What is supposed to come, will always come.

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

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

"Where does the prestige come from? It's just that you have better craftsmanship and can make things that others can't make;

Apart from this, he has not made any outstanding contributions to the church, nor has he left any evocative stories in the church.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to work as a cemetery caretaker for thirty years without ever visiting a ‘relative’.”

Karen pointed forward and said: "This scene is difficult to match what you said."

"I guess it should be some of the things I left in the messenger space back then. Because of this war, the messenger space was fully operational and was exposed. Only then did they know, oh, it turns out that there was a person in our religion.

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 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 the cigarette and exhaled it while saying, "Step on the accelerator and rush over. The older you get, the less you can see and hear these things."

"Afraid of being soft-hearted?"

"I'm afraid I'll feel sick. After all, I've eaten enough."

"You are really difficult to serve." Karen shook his head, "You have always been thinking about the Divine Religion in your heart, but now that the Divine Religion has given you enthusiasm, you still behave like this."

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

But you asked me to re-accept it and integrate it. Not to mention that they cannot represent Palmires in my heart now. Even if they are exactly the same without any change, what have I been doing in the past thirty years?

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

"I understand, you are treating the religion as your ex-wife."

"Hahahahaha."

Old Saman smiled happily.

Karen restarted the hearse and continued to drive forward. The group of Palmyres priests in front slowly gave way, and there was no such situation as blocking the road to death. Finally, at the gate of Ivy Cemetery, Delhi appeared.

The figure of Us.

The scar on his forehead was still clear, but he was not on crutches and was still standing there properly. It seemed that the treatment methods of the church hospital were indeed miraculous. It would be impossible for an ordinary person to stay in bed for more than half a month after suffering such a serious injury as yesterday.

Can't get out of bed.

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

Karen feels that the Son of God really doesn’t know how to ask for help, nor is he good at making social connections. In fact, Old Samman is very easy to coax. Don’t kowtow to show your faith when you come up. You might as well bring a bottle of wine and drink it.

After the food and wine, I changed into casual clothes and came to meet him for a late-night snack.

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

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

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

"That's it." Old Saman complained.

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

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

"What I care about is my door." Old Saman said.

"These are people who are 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."

"Do you like silence so much?"

"The main reason is that I'm too familiar with the residents here. I'm afraid that they will be too enthusiastic after I move in. It's better to be quiet. When I want to be quiet, I just lie down in my own place. When I'm bored, I go out to visit and relax."

Karen looked in the rearview mirror and found that the people from the Palmyres Cult were standing at the entrance of the cemetery. No one came after them. Probably they knew well that if they followed them into the cemetery, they would enjoy the same experience as they did yesterday.

He is treated like a son of God.

When the tomb 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 also knew that the space after lying in the coffin was cramped.

Karen suggested: "Would you like to go to the bathroom first?"

"That's a good idea, but it's too far. You should have stopped at the door and let me go back to the house to sort it out."

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

"This is where I want to sleep. Who would sleep in their own bedroom? Even your dog knows this."

"My dog? Have you seen it?"

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

"In addition to being very smart, there are no other words to describe it?"

"How do you want me to describe it? Say it is as smart as a human. After all, it is just a dog."

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

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

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

However, old Saman did not waste time intentionally, because he had enough courage to face death in his heart.

"It's time to start..."

Having said this, 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 Byrne?"

"Well, it's him."

"Are you going to see him?"

"Go and see him. You can't show cowardice before you die. Besides, I also have a lot of things I want to scold him for."

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

"Don't worry, you won't have to wait too long."

Old Saman took a step forward, his body twisted for a moment, and then disappeared.

At the entrance of the cemetery, everyone from the Palmyres Cult had been arranged to go away. Only Derius was left standing there stubbornly until a black halo of light appeared beside him. His father,

Get out of it.

Today, Bishop Bourne does not wear a robe, but a gray sweater and holds a brown cane.

Looking at his son who just stood here stupidly, Bishop Bourne sighed:

"What you do is not enough."

"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?”

"God Palmires." Derius answered forcefully.

"Haha." Bishop Bourne smiled, "But the person you have to face may have already changed his faith and respect. To a certain extent, he can even be called an apostate, but he is just

Choosing to escape instead of violently tearing apart.”

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

“That’s of course, but it’s certainly not the only thing anymore, that’s where you need to improve;

Maybe your living environment made you suspicious and jealous at first. In this state, you gained rapid maturity, but at the same time, you also became tired and naive. You longed to embrace a pure spiritual world.
To be continued...