The Cult of Kosmos has determined that the evil god is Ranedal!"

Kevin stretched out one leg and drew it in front of him, then bent his head and made a salute.

Old Saman looked at the dog in front of him, then at Pu'er, and finally at Karen.

Karen nodded to him and said:

"It's true. It's an evil god. If you hadn't given it the compass to dial, your coffin wouldn't be here."

Old Saman opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say now, so he could only continue to open his mouth.

"I know you may need to be quiet now, but there is one thing I have to remind you. You need to make the actual drawings you drew for me early during the day, at least make the first coffin for you to lie in.

You need to keep it fresh for a while, and when I master the ability to replenish your spiritual power, I will wake you up."

"you?"

Pu'er said: "You are not the first, you are the second. The first is the prosperous leader of the Allen family, the pirate son of the Sea Rider... Rekar Allen."

"When you say your name, do you have to add so many titles?" Karen looked at Pu'er, "Wouldn't this be too public?"

"This is a ritual, indispensable. I even gave you a haircut. It's very long. Do you want to listen to it?"

"Uh, no need."

"I am the second one...there are twelve coffins in total..." Old Saman seemed to suddenly think of something, and a look of shock appeared on his face. This time, he was completely shocked.

Because he realized a very scary possibility about the true identity of the young man in front of him.

"That's what happened." Karen finished the meal and put the dishes on the ground, "I woke you up, and you still have three days. If you want another chance, you can start making a special coffin now.

Of course, if you refuse, I won't embarrass you. Whether you believe it or not, I don't have the ability to embarrass you. You can just treat yourself as having three days of 'light' again, and you can even arrange a teleportation circle for yourself again.

Teleport yourself into the countercurrent of space.

But this time, don’t ask a dog to adjust your compass for you.”

"Why should I refuse?" Old Saman smiled, "The person I am now is actually not the same person I was before, because I just inherited my memory."

"This is a philosophical question," Karen said.

"Oh, I don't want to debate this issue, I just feel that I am much more relaxed now, because now I have nothing to do with the Palmyres Cult. I can be free and do whatever I want, right?"

"Yes."

"Do I need to surrender to you?" Old Saman asked.

"I don't need formal surrender." Karen shook his head, "There is no point in asking this question."

"Yes, it is indeed meaningless. When you have the ability to wake up and give us continuous awakening, we are actually under your control, but now, I have no choice anyway. Then our pace will be faster

Come on, where is the warehouse? Have the materials been purchased? Are the helpers ready? I want to start working now. After I lie down in the special coffin, I will have enough time to think and reflect on everything that happened today."

"Can."

"Then call your manservant."

"Alfred." Karen called.

Alfred pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. He looked at old Saman and said with a smile: "Your psychological construction is much better than I expected."

"I want to know how the first one responded?" Old Saman asked.

Alfred replied: "He just knelt down."

"..." Old Saman.

"Of course, you don't have to kneel. The young master doesn't like this method. What the young master pursues is equality, equality in personality, because we have the same ambition in the pursuit of truth.

Come, please come with me now. I have prepared the materials and we can start work now. After all, your time is limited."

Old Salman walked towards the door, and when he passed Alfred, Old Salman said doubtfully: "Remember that you used honorifics to me before."

"Well, because you were a guest at that time."

"Now, I'm a buddy?"

"I prefer to be called a competitor."

"Competitors, what are you competing for?"

"When you wake up next time, I will tell you carefully. There is no point in saying it now, right?"

"Okay, I'll remind you next time you wake up."

"certainly."

Alfred led old Saman out of the bedroom and into the yard.

Hilly had just tidied up the kitchen and walked out to go back to her bedroom to sleep:

"Good night, Mr. Alfred, good night, Mr. Salman."

"Good night, Hilly."

"Good night, girl."

Hilly pushed open her bedroom door, walked in, closed the door, pressed her back against the door, and repeated:

"Good night, Mr. Saman?"

Outside, Peake and Dincom had just packed up the mourning hall and saw Alfred leading old Saman over. The two guys looked at old Saman and then looked at each other.

"I regret to inform you that you have to work overtime tonight." Alfred clapped his hands, "But at the same time, I am happy to inform you that you have overtime allowance."

Because the bed collapsed, Karen made a bed on the floor in his bedroom that night. After waking up, he sat up and felt his back was a little stiff. He was still more accustomed to soft mattresses and not used to sleeping on hard beds.

After going to the bathroom to take a shower and wash up, Karen walked out of the bedroom and first went to the warehouse at the northernmost end of the yard. The knocking sound continued inside, which meant that they had worked overtime all night.

Karen opened the door and walked in. He saw Peake and Dingkom drawing lines on the drawing. The drawing was densely packed, and the board in front of them was also densely packed. Their eyes were bloodshot.

Alfred was carving the formation according to the location of the drawn lines, while Old Saman was responsible for polishing the core components, his hands always glowing with blue light.

It is a very primitive handmade picture, like carpentry work, without any sense of high-end, but many details in it are full of knowledge. Alfred is only wearing a vest and is in high spirits. It is obvious that on this night, he studied and

Gained a lot.

"Good morning." Karen greeted him proactively.

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, Master."

Old Saman looked at Karen. After a night of work, although he had not been able to sort out all the information from last night, he had at least sorted out his mood. He looked at Karen and said helplessly:

"You are the most black-hearted factory owner I have ever seen. No, even the most black-hearted factory owner can't compare to you."

"What's wrong with me?"

"I really didn't expect that I would be called upon to complete the drawings I drew during the day when I was dead at night. The factory owner just squeezed the working hours of the workers, and you didn't even spare the dead."

"It will definitely be more convenient and faster to make something that you design yourself. The most important thing is that you make the first coffin so that you can have experience and a higher degree of confidence in the following coffins."

Old Saman rolled his eyes at Karen, and then continued to focus on the work at hand.

Karen turned around and left, heading towards the kitchen. At the door of the kitchen, he saw Hilly squatting there peeling garlic.

Xili looked up first and then stood up immediately: "Good morning, Master."

"morning."

"Do you want to make breakfast yourself?"

"I'll cook some dumplings to eat."

"Okay, Master." Hilly squatted down again, but this time she turned around, leaving her back to Karen.

Karen was about to boil water in the pot when Mrs. Lake came over and said to Karen: "There is someone outside looking for you. His name is Bog."

"Oh, okay."

"Should I let him in?"

"Well, we are one of our own."

Karen walked out of the kitchen and saw Borg standing at the entrance of the yard. Borg was carrying a schoolbag.

Borg has always acted as a liaison between himself and Allen Manor.

"Go to the study room." Karen said.

"Okay, Master."

After entering the study, Borg took out several documents from his schoolbag. These should be the business processes between Allen Manor and Darkmoon Island that are about to start in the near future. However, Karen is not very interested in these.

What really interested him were two letters besides those documents.

"Have you had breakfast?" Karen asked Borg.

"I'm hungry, young master. I'll go to the kitchen to have breakfast before returning to the manor, hehe."

After Borg left, Karen picked up the first letter, which was signed Ophelia.
To be continued...