13 Mink Street

Old Samant climbed out of the coffin, and then, he stood by the coffin and didn't go out, his eyes were half thinking and half cautious.

It is a face that has been through vicissitudes of life, but at this time it shows the restraint of a baby facing a strange world.

Karen continued to eat egg fried rice in his bowl, he was really hungry.

The bedroom door was pushed open at this time, and Alfred walked in, holding a plate of Karen's own pickled pickles and a glass of ice water. After placing the things in front of Karen, Alfred glanced at it. Old Saman standing by the coffin,

Say hello with a smile:

"Oh, are you awake?"

After saying hello, Alfred turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the bedroom door.

Old Samant began to move slowly, a small step. He came to the bowl of egg fried rice, looked at the rice, and then looked at Karen. When he looked at Karen, his eyes flickered and wandered.

Karen put a piece of pickled **** into the bowl, and served it with a mouthful of rice, chewing and asking, "Can you still eat?"

"I have no idea."

"Then try..."

"okay."

Old Samant sat down, picked up the bowl, took out the chopsticks stuck on it, put a mouthful of rice into his mouth and started chewing.

"How about it?"

“A little salty…”

"Yeah, I still feel a little bland." Karen shrugged, "Maybe you're too old to eat heavy food."

"I'm dead, right?"

When asking this question, Old Samant turned his head to look at the coffin behind him.

He clearly arranged a teleportation circle to transmit the coffin with the corpse into the space after he died, and as a result, both himself and the coffin appeared in this bedroom.

This bedroom was familiar to him because he had come in during the day and looked at the old refrigerator.

The coffin that was thrown into the space against the flow, and then detained in the bedroom;

After he died, he was resurrected by the "awakening" technique;

Old Samant didn't know how to face the young man sitting on the mat and eating egg fried rice.

Originally, I thought that his captain Neo was the one who was really good at disguising, but who knows, this one is the one who hides the deepest.

"I'm curious, you are already dead, but you can still taste salty?"

"Maybe... maybe it's because my body is better preserved."

"Well, I see." Karen nodded.

Old Samant committed suicide, and the blue flame cut off his own vitality in an instant, but it also allowed his body to be preserved to the greatest extent possible, and various organs can still function now.

But this kind of operation should be temporary and unsustainable. When the spiritual power in the corpse gradually dissipates, the operation of various organs will gradually become problematic, and in the end, it will completely become a rotten corpse.

"Who are you... who are you?"

Once, Count Rekal asked Karen in the same tone after waking up, because in their established cognition, being able to wake up their existence must be extremely powerful and terrifying.

"You said in your eulogy, it's a pity that I didn't have another chance, so I gave you this chance."

"..." Old Saman.

His lips twitched a few times, and finally, old Saman gave up the question about Karen's identity, and his body was shaking, holding the bowl in one hand and rubbing his face vigorously with the other.

Because today is his funeral, Mrs. Lake has done makeup for him, so the makeup on his face is completely drained after rubbing.

"My funeral was destroyed..."

"No, your funeral is complete."

"But, what's the point of this, although I don't know why you want to wake me up, what's the point of giving me three extra days after the funeral?

After three days, won't I also disappear completely? "

"However, what I can give you is not just three days."

"what!"

"I know that I should have this ability, but I can't do it now, but in the near future, I should be able to give you a longer 'awakening' time."

"Give me more time to wake up?"

"Yes."

"This is impossible. The awakening ability of the God of Order cannot do this step at all. Otherwise, the God of Order would have been able to rely on the First Knights to become the only orthodox church."

The entire church circle knew that the First Knights of Order was a truly terrifying existence, but the entire church circle also knew that the First Knights would not be dispatched until the critical moment.

"I don't have to lie to you. If I want to get something from you, I don't have to cheat."

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Pu Er rode Kevin in.

"Karen, will you make more fish jelly next time? It's not enough."

"Okay, I'll do it another day when I'm free."

Old Saman looked at the talking Pu'er, a talking cat, which didn't surprise Old Saman. There were very few talking monsters, but it was not that he had never seen them before.

There are several families in this world that claim to be a family belief system, but in fact it is the existence of the blood of monsters.

"Old man, you're awake." Pu'er greeted Old Saman, who saw the bowl in Old Saman's hand, "Can you eat even if you die? I mean, can you digest it even if you eat it? ?"

Old Samant reached out and touched his stomach, and said, "I can feel that although it is very slow, it can still move and wriggle."

"Oh, then you can eat more fruit and be careful of constipation."

Pu'er jumped off Kevin, climbed onto Karen's shoulder, stretched out his cat's paw and rubbed Karen's face, saying:

"Going to the pottery museum tomorrow?"

"Hmm, eh? No."

"What's wrong?"

"Almost forgot, I have to go to Richard's for dinner tomorrow."

"Oh, it's still important to see relatives. It's okay. Kevin and I can wait a little longer. Anyway, puppets can't be made in a short time. We have to give Mr. Lemar time to purchase precious materials."

"I need to prepare some gifts, do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, did you bring a gift when you went to my house?" Pu'er asked.

"No, because for your family, I am the best gift."

Pu'er was stunned, then nodded and said, "Although this is shameless, it seems to be true."

While Karen was talking to Pu'er, Kevin walked up to Old Saman.

Old Samman looked at the golden retriever with a wry smile, squatted down, and reached out to touch its bald head.

Kevin took two steps back. It always carried a small satchel on its back. At this moment, it took off the satchel, took a compass out of the satchel pocket with dog paws, and placed it in front of old Saman.

So far, the old Saman did not feel anything unusual;

until,

He discovered that the dog was using its paws to correct this intricate and sophisticated compass!

"..." Old Saman.

Kevin raised the dog's head and looked at the shocked old Samant, who smiled happily.

"You are not an ordinary dog!"

Kevin smiled.

"You are a monster!"

Kevin's smile froze.

Old Samant looked at Karen, pointed at Kevin, and asked, "Is this a monster that understands the rules of space?"

Pu'er, who was sitting on Karen's shoulder, immediately laughed when he heard this, and said, "Although the stupid dog has a very low status in our family, if you say it is a monster, it would be too contemptible to be part of our family.

Get ready, stupid dog, it's time to start! "

Kevin straightened up immediately, raised the dog's head, and the dog's eyes were solemn.

"Old man, listen up, what is standing in front of you at this moment is:

The super-standard descent ceremony was born,

Goddess Guardian of Mills,

Poseidon's lifelong enemy,

The manipulator behind the disintegration of the Poseidon Sect,

The Cult of Order has determined the evil **** - Raniedal! "

Kevin stretched out one leg, drew a circle in front of him, then bent the dog's head and made a salute.

Old Samant 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 the evil god. If you hadn't handed the compass to it to dial, your coffin wouldn't be here."

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

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

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

"you?"

Pu'er said, "You are not the first one, you are the second one, the first one is the prosperous leader of the Allen family, the son of the pirate who gallops the sea... Rekal Allen."

"Do you have to add so many titles when you say your name?" Karen looked at Pu'er, "Will it be too flamboyant?"

"This is a sense of ritual, which is indispensable. I also explained one to you. It's very long. Would you like to listen to it?"

"Uh, no need."

"I'm the second... a total of twelve coffins..." Old Saman seemed to have suddenly thought of something, with a shocked expression on his face. This time, it was a complete shock.

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

"That's it." Karen finished eating and put the tableware and chopsticks on the ground, "I will wake you up, you still have three days, if you want to get another chance, you can start making a special coffin now.

Of course, if you refuse, I will not embarrass you. Believe it or not, I have no ability to embarrass you. You should have three days of 'light' again, and you can even set up a teleportation circle for yourself. Send yourself into the countercurrent of space.

But this time, don't ask the dog to adjust the compass for you. "

"Why should I refuse?" Old Samman smiled. "The current me is actually not the original me, because the current me just inherited my memory."

"This is a philosophical question," Cullen said.

"Oh, I don't want to debate this issue, I just think I'm a lot more relaxed now, because now I have nothing to do with Pamireth teaching anymore, I can be free and casual, right?"

"Yes."

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

"I don't need formal surrender." Karen shook her head. "There's no point in asking that question."

"Yes, it's really meaningless. When you have the ability to wake up and give us continuous awakening, we are already under your control in a practical sense, but now, I have no choice anyway. Then our pace will be fast. Come on, where is the warehouse, have the materials been bought, and are the helpers ready, I think I will start working now, and after I lie down in the special coffin, I will have plenty of time to think and reminisce about what happened today."

"Can."

"Then call your footman."

"Alfred," Karen called out.

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

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

Alfred replied, "He just knelt down."

"..." Old Saman.

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

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

Old Saman walked to the door, and when he passed in front of Alfred, Old Saman said doubtfully, "Remember that you used honorifics to me before."

"Well, because you were the guest then."

"Now, am I a buddy?"

"I prefer to be called a competitor."

"Competitors, what are they competing for?"

"When you wake up next time, I will tell you more carefully. It doesn't make sense to say it now, does it?"

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

"Of course."

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

Hillie just cleaned up the kitchen and came out to go back to her bedroom to sleep:

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

"Good night, Hillary."

"Good night, girl."

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

"Good night, Mr. Salman?"

Outside, Pique and Dingcombe had just cleaned up the mourning hall. They saw Alfred leading old Samant over. The two guys looked at old Samman and then looked at each other again.

"I'm sorry to inform you that you will be working overtime tonight." Alfred clapped his hands, "but at the same time, I'm happy to inform you that you have overtime allowances."

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

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

Karen pushed open the door and walked in, and saw that Pique and Dinkom were drawing lines on the drawing.

Alfred is sculpting the formation according to the position of the drawn line, while Old Saman is in charge of polishing the core components, and his hands are always glowing with blue light.

A very primitive handmade picture, like a carpenter's work, without any sense of luxury, but there are many details in it, full of knowledge, Alfred is only wearing a vest, and his spirit is high. Obviously, this night, he learned and Gained a lot.

"Good morning." Karen greeted proactively.

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, Master."

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

"You are the most black-hearted factory owner I've ever seen. No, no matter how black-hearted the factory owner is, you can't compare to you."

"What's wrong with me?"

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

"What you design yourself is definitely more convenient and faster to do. The most important thing is that you can make the first coffin, and the coffins below can have experience and a higher degree of confidence."

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

Karen turned to leave and walked to the kitchen. At the door of the kitchen, she saw Hillary who was squatting there peeling garlic.

Xi Li glanced up first, then stood up immediately: "Master, you are early."

"morning."

"Would you like to make your own breakfast?"

"I'll cook some dumplings to eat."

"Okay, Master." Hillary crouched down again, but this time she turned around, leaving Karen's back.

Cullen was about to boil water in the pot when Mrs. Lake came over and said to Cullen, "Someone is looking for you outside, called Borg."

"okay."

"I let him in?"

"Well, it's my own."

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

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

"Go to the study," Karen said.

"Okay, sir."

After entering the study, Borg took out several documents from his schoolbag. This should be the business process of Ellen Manor and Darkmoon Island that will start soon, but Karen is not very interested in these.

What really interested him was the two letters besides those few documents.

"Have you had breakfast?" Karen asked Borg.

"I'm hungry, young master, I'll go to the kitchen to have breakfast and then go back to the manor, hehe."

After Borg left, Karen picked up the first letter, signed Ophelia.

The light blue envelope looks very delicate and exudes a faint aroma.

"Aha, okay, I caught it now!"

Pu'er suddenly rushed out, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com jumped to the desk, pointed to the letter from Ophelia that Karen was holding, and continued:

"Look at this envelope, this envelope, this perfume, tsk tsk, this is proof, proof!"

"This is evidence?" Karen asked.

"Isn't this evidence?"

"Then... what is this?"

Karen picked up the second letter. The envelope was pink with a dark moon painted on it. There was also a heart symbol in the center of the dark moon, signed - Bernard.

The whole Pu'er cat immediately froze on the desk,

Surprised:

"How...how could he still be alive!"

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