Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 155 Moving

“… may your soul rest in eternal peace in the kingdom of the god of war, and Ilya's wings will always shelter your sleep…" The sacramental sacrament in the hands of the minister in the white Phnom Penh temple robe, heavily spoken to Claude around him, said: "Your father is a good man, a kind and just gentleman, and I admire his courageous actions for his family. Although he paid the price for his life, people will always remember his good deeds...”

Claude bowed slightly to show his gratitude. At this point, he did not know how to respond, because he had never expected that Mr. Morsan's burial would attract so many people, and the god of war cemetery was full of black crows to send others.

Burial in the world is also digging a large pit, putting the coffin in and filling it with dirt, a little over half a foot to about a foot above the ground, then making a rectangular shape out of a square stone, pressing a whole rectangular headstone on the top, also known as a headstone. It's just that the tombstone is erected, and it's all scaled up here, with Mr. Morsan's name and peace engraved on it.

The former patrol chief, Uncle Thomas, lifted his sleeves, personally and with a few well-crafted friends built Mr. Morsan's grave, and worked hard to lift the tombstone, carefully placing it on top of the grave, and then hooked the stone seams in the middle of all the stones with cement to prevent the rain from penetrating.

More than an hour has passed since everything was intact, and finally, at the final farewell ceremony, all those who came to send others would line up to pass by Mr. Morsan's grave, take off the white flowers that were not on his chest and put them on top of his grave.

Soon Mr. Morsan's grave became a small hill full of white flowers. And there are still a lot of people coming to send others. The team kept running until outside the god of war cemetery, a small handkerchief was thrown into the flower hill, and the flower hill grew bigger and bigger...

Her mother, dressed in dark black, could no longer support her, and grief had completely destroyed her health. She has been without tears since this morning, and as the flower mound grew bigger in front of her, she leaned on her sister Anna and passed out again.

Claude could only arrange for Verricolo to send his mother and sister home first, and he had to bring his little brother, Burke, to thank the others. Little Browick now finally understood that he had lost his father and had cried several times, and the fat pier's face was full of tears.

It wasn't until noon that Claude thanked all the people who had come to see him off, and got into the carriage with his little brother, Brooke, who could no longer stand. Verricolo was a horseman, riding his wagon, and he said to Claude, “You have to think about it. It's best not to let your mother stay home again. My sister said that this would make your mother see things and think about your late father, which is bad for her health. The pharmacist came to see your mother in the morning and said the same thing. It would be better to rest somewhere else...”

Claude nodded, Verricolo's sister and pharmacist were right. His father jumped on the roof of this big red brick house. If he let his mother, sister and brother live here again, he wouldn't be worried, or he would take them directly to the woodland. Anyway, there are rooms in the cabin, and the place is enough for the family.

Although the forest farm is outside the town and does not live in the town centre, such a cold cleansing would be of great benefit to the physical recovery of the mother. And the family lives together and is just right for themselves to take care of them, lest something happen to them in the forest house. Just like this time the father jumped off the floor and committed suicide, if he did not live in the forest but was at home, he would definitely stop the father and avoid such a family tragedy.

For Claude, the alien world lost the irritability and changing times of his past life, lost his cellular and computer networks, but added a comfortable and relaxed life, and he now enjoys this kind of slow swallowing almost invariably. But at the same time, the world's biggest inconvenience for him is the lack of information circulation. Even if it is a kingdom, it will take at least four or five days for Wang Du to find out what happened in Bai Lu Town.

Otherwise, as Claude had just learned the other day that his father had been deceived into writing a note, those two nights were not without effort. Once again, he dressed up as a masked man and went to the old streets of town to find Bill, the Big Butcher of the Black Snake Club, and he was going to kill this guy to get his loan back. But unfortunately, he didn't even know where butcher Bill was at night and ran for two nights in vain, eventually leading to the tragedy of his father's suicide.

In a small town, Claude was looking for someone so troubled that he couldn't find anybody. So sometimes he really misses the age of information flying in his past life, and a little famous people who want to do something soon get exposed online. Why would he have so many scandals of stars crossing the world before him, just because in the information age, everyone had cell phones, photography could be done anytime, anywhere, for those stars, no change of face could escape.

And the other world is now at sunrise and sunset. Carriages and legs are proxy tools. Communication cannot be heard by yelling. Writing letters and sending people to read newspapers is the most important source of information. Claude thought about forming an intelligence network to get information about the other world. But he had just reached the age of majority in this heresy, and he had no capital and no reliable people to trust, only to think of his own addiction.

When she came home, her mother had woken up, but she was still lying in bed, and the whole person seemed to be in her teens. Claude knew exactly how much his father's suicide had hit his mother, as if the whole world had lost its colour. Today's mother, more like a walking corpse, has no mental energy, and Claude fears that if she goes on like this, she will suffer from depression. So he decided to move immediately to the cabin in the woodland.

Verricolo's sister and Uncle Coobrick handed over the books and went home, leaving Verricolo here to help. White things in this world are simple, and you don't need to have a banquet or a drink or a gift. Just send a little white flower to condolence, take a little juan flower back, wait for the day of burial to send a goodbye, put the little calf flower on the grave.

The biggest expenditure on the books was the purchase of coffins and brass flowers from the Temple of War, which alone cost more than 5,000 and more than five gold crowns, which meant that more than 5,000 people attended Mr. Morsan's farewell ceremony. This is an incredible number for White Deer Town, which has a permanent population of only 56,000, and no one in the town has ever had so many participants in a funeral, indicating how prestigious Mr. Morsan is in the town...

Little Booker was very happy to live with her brother in the future, but her sister Anna was a little hesitant. After all, the woodland was out of town, far from the country. If she walked, she would go to school every morning for more than 40 minutes. And she knew that the family bore huge debts and she couldn't afford to ride a wagon.

“Think about what?” Claude patted her little brain melon: “Didn't you have a carriage in the woods? I picked you up and dropped you off every day. Don't think about the debts or anything. It's none of your business. You just have to play with happy school every day. Forget it. ”

As for the mother's opinion, Claude doesn't care, and she can't stay in this house anymore anyway. It's just that there's a lot of stuff to take there, and the cabin in the woodland, apart from Claude's bedroom upstairs where he sleeps and the study downstairs where he does his alchemy experiments, hasn't been cleaned up yet, and Claude doesn't want to take his mother to vacuum.

I was about to go downstairs and ask Vericulo to take a look at herself and take her sister Anna to clean up, but he saw Vericulo bring a woman in. Take a closer look, but it's Kevin.

“You, why are you here?” Claude asked, remembering that at the god of war cemetery, Kevin came to give her a farewell, but the team was long, he just slightly nodded her head as a greeting, I didn't expect her to come to the door.

“I'm fine this afternoon, I wanted to come and see if there was anything I could do to help.” Kevin said generously, "I couldn't get to the door the other day, and after I sent you goodbye today, I thought you might need someone to clean up or something at home, which is exactly what I could do, so I came. ”

“This...” Claude grabbed his hair with his hands: “Actually, there's no need to clean up here, but I'm going to take my mother and sister's brother with me to live in the woods. I just wanted Verricolo to stay here and take care of my mother, and I went to the woodland to clean up a few rooms first. ”

“Better you stay home and take care of your mother. After all, there are things that are easier for you to do as a son.” Villicro said, "I'll go to the cabin. Just tell me how to clean it. ”

“Well, nothing, upstairs in the room I live in, I'm going to clean it up and use it as my mother's bedroom. The little room next to me gave it to my sister, and Little Booker and I lived in the empty room downstairs. But you know, I haven't used either of those rooms much, they're dusty, windows, doors, floors, they need to be scrubbed, furniture needs to be rearranged...” Claude was a little embarrassed to say that he was okay with it, but it's always a little embarrassing to ask Verricolo to do this.

“It's all right, I go, I do these jobs at home anyway.” Villicro doesn't care.

“I'll go too, you boys are clumsy, and your room is for your mom, and you'll have to rearrange it to see what furniture you're bringing here.” Kevin said bravely beside herself.

“Okay, okay.” Claude also feels that women should be much stronger than men in the bedroom setting, letting Verricolo clean the room is fine, but letting him set up a cozy bedroom for his mother will definitely make him blind: “That's too much trouble for you, I'm sorry. ”

“It's okay, after all, we're classmates too, even though we graduated, don't you think I'm your friend?” Kevin said playfully.

So Vericulo drove his carriage to the woods with Kevin, his sister Anna, and his younger brother, Little Book, and his little snow dog. When they're done cleaning the cabin, Verricolo comes back in the carriage and tells Claude what to take home, and what she needs must be listed by Kevin and sister Anna. Claude packed his clothes and what needed to be taken away at home, and took it away when Velikro got back in the carriage.

Although his father had sold many items and small pieces of furniture at a stall downstairs some time earlier, he had earned himself a reputation for raising money for an auctioneer's estate to compensate the families of sailors. But now Claude finds that there is still a lot to take away from the house, so he takes some rough, repetitive, useless debris from the house to the empty space in front of the door, and tells the neighbors what they need. You don't have to take it. Anyway, it's not worth much to sell it. Instead, it takes a lot of time, so why don't you just give it away?

After almost two hours, Velikoro came with a carriage, followed by Theori the Lin man, who also drove his old carriage to help move things. It's just that Theorie regretted coming too late to see how little clutter was left in the open space ahead. Claude took him upstairs and asked him if he wanted the crude furniture, which Claude wasn't going to take to the woodland.

Theorie said yes, so she painstakingly moved all the furniture downstairs to load a carriage. Vericulo couldn't, so he had to go two more trips to get what he needed to get to the woodland. When he arrived last, Verricolo also went to the open-air market to buy some ingredients, and Claude promised him a delicious meal at night.

Claude took her mother downstairs, leaned her back against the carriage, and wrapped her in a quilt, afraid she would catch cold. It was almost five o'clock, and the sky was faint. As I watched myself live in the big red brick house for most of my life gradually go away, my mother's eyes wept again...