Seven days later, the snow has not stopped.
In the holy city, Pusilia Cemetery, there was silence. A thin layer of snow fell on the tombstones, gently covering the names of the deceased in the world, returning to silence.
There were only a few dark carriages without any markings parked outside the silent cemetery.
In the lonely cemetery, a few funeral guests held umbrellas and stared silently at the iron coffin in the tomb.
The young man presiding over the funeral coughed softly and looked pale.
He wore a black dress, simple and heavy, with a style different from any institution in the holy city, and he did not wear any badges symbolizing his identity.
In the snowy weather, he did not hold an umbrella, but only added a scarf. The scarf is white, and the long hair falls on it, making it indistinguishable, as if it has melted with the snow.
After just waking up, Ye Qingxuan refused the doctor's orders to stay in the hospital for observation and rest, and prepared the final funeral for Hermes.
He knew that Hermes was definitely not willing to let those inexplicable priests replace God to forgive his sins, so he replaced the priests to preside over the funeral.
I wonder if the boss will agree if he knows the world after death.
But if he were still here, he would definitely laugh at his weak thoughts and tell him that there is no such thing as an afterlife.
When a person dies, he or she dies.
It was like a light burning out and going out.
There is no transparent little person in the human body, nor does there exist a kingdom of nothingness specially created for this little person.
When you die, there is nothing.
That's why we should enjoy ourselves while we are alive, so that we won't feel regretful when we die.
"This joke is really hard to laugh at, boss."
He touched the tombstone and murmured softly.
"Sir, it's your turn to speak."
Behind him, Ambassador Angelo reminded in a low voice.
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and nodded slowly.
With everyone watching, he stood next to the tombstone and unfolded the speech prepared for him. After reading the first line, he couldn't help but laugh without reading it out.
"A kind man? Kind and pure in character?"
He shook his head, threw the speech aside, and murmured softly: "Hermes will laugh so much that he jumps out of the coffin when he hears the lies you made up for him, right?"
Amid everyone's stunned expressions, he pondered for a moment and said:
"As you can see, we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Mr. Hermes and to say goodbye to this indescribable friend."
"I just saw someone praising his pure soul and noble character in his speech. Unfortunately, these virtues are not the advantages he possesses."
He paused, glanced at the simple coffin, and sighed softly: "Buried here is a vulgar and indifferent person, who is not generous and stingy in doing good. He has never listened to the gospel of the gods and scorned it.
But at the same time, he has a lot of enthusiasm and bad taste for this world.
He devoted his life's passion to appreciating the misfortunes of others, and derived full joy and pleasure from it.
It is disgraceful to seek happiness from the misfortunes of others.
He has made outstanding contributions to the world and brought blessings to many people, even though this was not what he wanted.
He had unimaginable wealth, but he never did anything good with it. Instead, he chose to invest in luxury goods and spend them all in some inexplicable places.
As far as I know, most people think of him as a jerk and hate him to the core. Very few people like his character and vicious words. Although he often brought them irresistible help when necessary.
He never set out to be a good person, nor did he ever intentionally do evil.
Following his own will and squandering his talents and talents, he lived a life that we think is unhealthy and left some wealth for future generations that may not be needed.
His life may be nothing more than that to us onlookers. "
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were lowered:
"Now, he is dead. Death came suddenly and passed away quietly. Although it was not as lively and lively as he liked during his lifetime, it was at least not bad and not satisfactory. He ended his life as a mortal, just as he wanted May. In this long enough life, he lived more vividly, more freely, and more like alive than anyone else. He was born as a human being and never wasted. It was enough. For him, there is nothing more A more fitting compliment.”
The speech, the funeral speech is coming to an end.
However, Ye Qingxuan did not pray for the souls of the deceased to be blessed by gods like other priests.
After a moment of silence, he whispered:
"—His soul belongs to himself. May he rest in peace."
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan softly exhaled the breath in his heart. I just felt that a shovelful of dirt suddenly fell down in my heart, covering the memory of Hermes, burying him bit by bit.
he died.
Ye Qingxuan finally accepted this reality.
In a daze, the sound of applause seemed to come from the coffin, as if the deceased in the underworld were appreciating this speech. But when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear it.
Perhaps the shamans of the past felt the same way when they were presiding over funerals.
Say goodbye to the dead and witness that they were once alive.
In silence, Bai Xi shoveled the first shovelful of soil and dropped it into the grave. People around him also started filling it with soil. In the end, the land was flat again.
A flat stone slab was delivered and inserted into the gap between the surrounding floor tiles. So there was no trace of the tomb on the ground, only the dark tombstone and the name with the brass pattern on it.
After the silent silence ended, Ye Qingxuan turned back and looked at the old priest standing there outside the cemetery.
albert.
Ye Qingxuan walked over and said, "Why do you have time to come here?"
"Come and see him off."
Albert glanced at the tombstone and sighed in a low voice: "As a guide among the three sages, he deserves a more noble burial. Humanity will not forget his achievements."
"He has done so much, I'm afraid he just wants to see a more interesting world."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "What's more, he doesn't care how luxurious the funeral given to him is. Let him rest quietly."
Albert stopped arguing about this and handed a document to Ye Qingxuan: "This is the investigation report that just arrived ten minutes ago. I think you might want to take a look."
"News from outside?"
What Ye Qingxuan was referring to was naturally the world outside the Holy City.
The Holy City is certainly the core hub of the human world, but if all the outside territories are lost, then what is the use of the hub
"It's a bad situation."
While Ye Qingxuan was flipping through the pages, Albert said next to him: "The relationship between the nations and natural disasters is still not over, and I'm afraid it will last for a long time. In the final analysis, human beings still know too little about natural disasters. Now, Tuo Baimu Thanks to that guy, this world has become completely unfamiliar, everywhere has changed drastically, and the terrain in some places has changed beyond recognition. We have lost at least 30% of our territory. And Angelou... there is silence. "
Ye Qingxuan frowned in confusion: "Is it still foggy?"
"right."
Albert nodded: "The fog covers everything. With the current observation methods, it is difficult to figure out what is happening in the fog. The only thing that is certain is that Westminster Abbey still exists, and the barrier protection is stable, and it is still there." It’s not bad enough to give up on Angelou altogether.”
"Isn't the Holy City going to take care of it?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
"Manpower shortage."
Albert looked bitter: "At present, the power of the Holy City has been distributed to various places. It used to seem huge, but when it really needs to take care of the entire world, it will still be stretched. At present, all the Knights Templar have set off, and all the musicians have also They are all sent to various countries. If there is still power left, they must go to support the desert defense line in the west. Now in the entire desert area, there is only one team, the Hospitallers, and the battle damage rate has reached more than 40%. It can only hold on It’s a miracle.”
"Knights Hospitaller...Father Benn?"
Ye Qingxuan thought of the area where Father Ben was sent, and immediately raised his head: "Is he okay?"
"He is fine. He is now the captain of the Knights Hospitallers and the commander of the Sixth Legion. You don't have to worry. When you were in a coma, he sent you an inquiry. After knowing that you were fine, he didn't send any more questions. connect."
Ye Qingxuan sneered, "Give people a title and then send them to death. Is this the usual routine of the Holy City?"
Albert sighed, "There are now eight hundred hospital knights following him, more than three thousand retinues who can go into battle at any time. Hundreds of mechanical engineers. Six airships, four companies of military musicians, and even a third The Mechanical Engineering Institute followed him there... Ye Qingxuan, this is enough troops to conquer a small country. What's more, there is the headquarters of the Chainsaw Monks, will they stay out of it? "
It wasn't until Albert said this that Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, but soon he had to face a bigger problem.
What happened to Angelou
No one knows what happened in that fog.
Currently, according to emergency evacuation regulations, when Maxwell cannot be contacted, all members of the fifth department outside are under the jurisdiction of Ye Qingxuan.
According to Ye Qingxuan's order, they have been collecting information outside the fog for a long time.
But so far nothing has been gained.
The area shrouded in fog was like entering Hades. No entry allowed, no exit allowed.
There are even people who are constantly being lured by the illusion in the fog, walking into it, and never coming back.
According to the information in the document, the fog has some kind of weird magical quality, which makes people want to get closer. In just one week, more than thirty people have disappeared, including some determined knights.
There was no word from Bayer, the head of the musicians association.
No word from the Royal Academy of Music.
No news from Maxwell either.
Naturally, there is no news from the royal family.
"I see."
Ye Qingxuan put away the documents. But Albert still stood there, motionless.
"There's someone else who wants to see you."
he whispered.