Just as Roland guessed, Falcon was gone.
In the backyard of the church, the old man was smiling and sleeping soundly on the wooden board.
The townspeople stood spontaneously in front of the church, no one spoke, and it was very quiet.
Only some sensual women were secretly wiping away tears.
The townspeople knew that Falcon had been waiting for this day for a long time. Going to the Kingdom of God is the wish of every devout believer.
But for the townspeople, they lost a highly respected relative and a protector.
In the decades since Falcon came to Red Earth Town, he has treated illnesses and injuries for free for the townspeople. Even balancing the power of Red Earth Town, negotiating with the town mayor to reduce some taxes to make ordinary people's lives less difficult.
Life is life when Falcon is around.
But now that he is gone, the days to come may be called survival.
The townspeople were confused.
The mayor came, and the townspeople made way for a passage.
Roland arrived, and the townspeople once again made way for a passage.
The mayor is a handsome middle-aged man with a mustache. He was leaning on a black crutch and looked at the dying Falcon with a sad look on his face.
Although he did not turn around, he seemed to sense Roland's arrival. The mayor asked lonely: "Did he say anything to you before he left?"
Roland stood still and shook his head.
Seeing the quiet smile on Falcon's face, the old mayor sighed, took out a small wrinkled white seven-petal flower from his pocket and placed it on Falcon's chest.
Seeing this flower, many townspeople had strange expressions.
Roland didn't notice the other people's expressions. He was a little sad now. In the past two months, Falcon had helped him a lot, and he could be regarded as his guide after entering this world, but he did not expect that he would have to say goodbye so soon.
He was immersed in sadness and did not see the strange expressions of others.
In addition, Roland felt that it was normal for the living to offer flowers to the dead.
But he didn't know that in the Huolaiwen Kingdom and Hongtu Town, this kind of flower was only used by sons when they paid homage to their fathers. It was the default custom.
"Let's bury him," the mayor said calmly.
Four young men stepped forward, carefully lifted Falcon and placed him into the white coffin that had been prepared.
Falcon had kept something like this by his bedside since he knew he was going to die.
The white coffin was closed and lifted, and people made way for a passage.
The burial place is in the backyard, where a few young people have created a long pit, and a square stone tombstone is erected in front of the pit.
The long white coffin was hoisted into the pit, and some women covered their mouths desperately to prevent themselves from crying.
The mayor looked up at the sky and felt that his eyes were sore. At times like this, it's best to have a rainy day, or even worse, a cloudy day, but now it's a sunny day, and the sun is making people's heads burn.
Then the mayor's eyes were almost blinded.
This time Roland did not follow, but walked aside and watched the townspeople coming from down the mountain one after another, filling the backyard of the church. More people stood in the courtyard of the church in silence.
Maybe it was because it was Roland's first time to attend someone else's funeral, or maybe because it was a game, he always felt a little unreal. He was obviously a little sad, but he didn't know why, but he wanted to laugh a little bit.
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood that the reason why he wanted to laugh was because he saw Falcon's peaceful smiling face. He was obviously dead, but he smiled so happily and didn't take his own life seriously. This old man was really good at mischief.
Then he looked away. Since the dead didn't think death was a terrible thing, why should he be sad as a living person? But after he had figured it out, he was still a little depressed, because he would no longer be able to appreciate this person in the world, and thinking of this made him feel a little lonely.
With a long sigh, he was about to leave, but when he turned around, he saw a young man with brown hair and white robes standing in front of him. The man smiled very gently, looked familiar, and even felt friendly, but Roland still subconsciously took two steps back.
Because this young man is translucent, through his figure, you can vaguely see the mountains and forests in the distance.
ghost? Or invisibility
The young man chuckled: "Why, you can't even recognize me?"
The voice was gentle and familiar... Then Roland opened his eyes wide. He subconsciously looked back at the backyard of the church. The white coffin must have been buried there. Then he looked at the young man in front of him and asked uncertainly. Said: "Falken?"
"It's me!" The young man nodded.
Roland looked around again and found that no one had noticed Falcon. Even if someone's eyes occasionally glanced here, they didn't feel anything strange.
"Ordinary people can't see me." The young version of Falcon said with a smile: "Only people with a certain level of mental power can communicate with me."
"Are you considered dead or alive?" Roland subconsciously circled Falcon, full of curiosity: "Is this the legendary soul?"
"It depends on the angle! To ordinary people, I am dead. Because they can't see me, can't communicate with me, and I can't even appear in front of them. In their lives, from now on There is no trace of Falcon anymore." Falcon pointed at Roland's head: "But for professionals like you, I am still alive, but my life form has changed."
What Falcon said made sense, and Roland also felt that the other person should be alive, separated from the body, and turned into a pure spirit. Seeing that the acquaintance had not really disappeared, the little depression in his heart disappeared.
Then he asked: "What are your plans next? Just become a soul and wander around the village?"
"I will go to the Kingdom of God." Falcon smiled bitterly: "I remember I told you."
"But..." Roland looked around: "How to get there?"
"The goddess's envoy will come to pick me up, and the door to the Kingdom of God will open at that time. The time should be coming soon."
Roland nodded subconsciously: "Oh."
In fact, he had no idea what Falcon was talking about.
"Before I leave, I want to tell you something?" Falcon said with a teasing smile: "Have you been having trouble practicing magic lately?"
Roland nodded. The magic of knowing languages is really a headache.
"There is a big difference between mages and warlocks, and they are also very different from us priests." Falcon explained: "Your spells come from the understanding of magic elements, so your requirements for using magic are much higher than ours. Under normal circumstances, if a mage wants to use second-level magic, he has to wait until at least the elite level. You are not strong enough now, but you can already touch the corners of second-level magic, which is already very powerful."
"What should we do?" Roland asked.
"Learn more first-level magic and lay a solid foundation. You can learn it naturally when you are strong enough." Falcon said slowly: "Or learn meditation expertise. This expertise is unique to your mages and can greatly improve your abilities." The thinking activity of the mage will strengthen your control over magic elements. Only by mastering the meditation expertise can you use high-level magic across levels."