"Name? Oh, you believe it too?"
Miss Bevanna asked, tilting her head.
"No, just curious."
This kind of thing cannot be thought deeply, the more you think about it, the more terrifying it will be.
"Mortals cannot pronounce the true name of the gods. Once they are pronounced, the ancient gods sleeping in the boundless chaos will be awakened, causing the world to collapse in advance—this is how the infected person of [Dream of the Ancient Gods] explained it. Alright, alright, don't Think about it, it will increase the possibility of you being infected. Do you know? Nolan’s Orthodox Church is going to award you a medal of honor in the next few days in order to thank you for your help.”
Jenkins nodded again, first looked up at the moon in the sky, then lowered his head and closed his eyes, and slowly drew the square holy emblem of the sage on his chest.
Whether the world is real or not, Jenkins' life goes on. Because it has been confirmed that he will leave on Monday and stay in Beldyran for at least a week, so he must take advantage of the weekend to finish dealing with the things in hand.
Mr Augustus' funeral will take place on Friday and he will be buried with his ancestors in the destroyed cemetery.
A part of the estate was assigned to the maintenance of the cemetery, and a professional executor was in charge of supervising it, while Jenkins was in charge of supervising the executor.
The number of guests attending the funeral was unexpectedly large, and Jenkins later discovered that most of them were local nobles from Nolan. An old local family has disappeared, and for whatever reason, they need to witness this moment.
During the funeral, the lawyer introduced Jenkins to meet the other executors of Augustus's estate, who also seemed to be honest and reliable gentlemen.
"If they're not reliable, I'll find a way to make them reliable."
Mr. Augustus has no relatives, so Jenkins, as his "best" friend, had to lead everyone in the chapel to remember this gentleman.
If Dad hadn't shown Jenkins the information about Augustus, the scene might have been very embarrassing.
In short, the surname of Augustus can only be seen in historical documents from then on. At the end of the reminiscence, Jenkins talks about the changing times, about the end of the ancient things, and then about the disappearance of "the great family of Augustus".
His original intention was to explain that nothing is eternal, but except for the old priest who was invited to agree, the expressions of everyone else sitting on the bench were very strange.
Viscount Augustus did not have the financial means to build a large underground tomb, all he had was a small pit. The tombstone was chosen by Jenkins. Since the viscount did not leave any description, the words on it were also chosen by Jenkins:
[A descendant of Augustus, a great survivor.]
After the funeral, Jenkins was approached by a middle-aged gentleman from Beldyland. He was entrusted by the royal family to attend the funeral of the last ethnic group of this ancient family. Of course, there was another matter.
"Hello, Lord William, I'm Stitch Grant."
He pressed his left hand across his abdomen and stretched out his right hand. At the same time, he swung his right leg back and bowed to Jenkins.
"Hello, Mr. Grant."
Jenkins nodded hesitantly, not understanding why this person was looking for him.
Since the Augustus family has no heirs, the title will naturally be taken back, so the arrival of this person is no surprise, but he and Jenkins seem to have nothing to do with each other.
"I am very honored to inform you that you have won this year's Ritter Award. On the 22nd of this month, which is next Thursday, the King will personally present the award to you at Cold Spring Palace."
While speaking, he handed over a white envelope with the sealing wax in the shape of the royal family crest.
"Oh, yes, I haven't been officially notified about this!"
He understood, thanked him softly, and took the envelope over. He didn't open it right away, but he was still wondering if the letter inside would be trimmed with gold.
The funeral lasted until about three o'clock in the afternoon, and the guests seemed to regard Jenkins as the true heir to the Augustus family fortune, and chatted with him whenever anyone left.
This gave him the illusion that he was the master here.
In addition to leaving a large sum of gold pounds to Jenkins, Mr. Augustus also left him the land near the cemetery. But the area only has this cemetery and the abandoned cemetery on the other side, and there is not much development value.
As for the manor, it had been consigned for auction in the will, and the money from the sale would be distributed equally among the servants who were still working in the manor until Mr. Augustus died, signing a deed of sale. With this money, they should be able to live a good life.
Jenkins also wondered whether this ancient family might hide some magical items. He told his father about this idea, and his father mocked unceremoniously:
"If you were born 300 years ago, you might be able to find a bargain. The Augustus family has long since fallen, and the manor outside the city is not the ancestral home. If there are no memorials of family inheritance among the relics, then there will be no What more. Young man, one chance to pick up gold pounds from the street is enough, and fate does not always favor one person."
All in all, Jenkins was the last person to leave the cemetery after the funeral. Although it has not been fully restored, at least the iron fence around it has been reinstalled, and a reliable gravekeeper has been invited.
He stood at the entrance of the cemetery with some regret, sighed, closed the iron gate with his own hands, and then turned and left.
Although the Ouija board was on him, he was in no mood to visit the abandoned cemetery now. Walking along the path, the boots make a disgusting sound on the mud, and you can see Augustus' manor in the distance.
The auction here is next week, and Jenkins has enlisted the bishop's help to oversee the execution of his will while he travels. He also had the key here, which was given by Mr. Lawyer, so he greeted the sleepy gatekeeper, and pushed the door open.
Although the excuse is to turn around casually and breathe fresh air, Jenkins also knows that deep down in his heart he still has the fluke mentality of picking up cheap.
Walking along the trail and looking around, I realized that the Kung Fu Garden had been abandoned for a few days. After entering the interior of the building, the chocolate was released, and one person and one cat strolled in the deserted manor.
"If this place has been unable to sell, there may be strange rumors of ghosts and the like after many years."
He whispered, Chocolate looked up at him, flicked his tail and ignored it. Looking up at the portraits of the Augustus family hanging on both sides of the corridor, he really felt that time was destroying all mortals.