Just as Roland had guessed, Falken was gone.

In the backyard of the church, the old man is smiling and sleeping on a wooden bed.

The townsfolk spontaneously stood in front of the church, without anyone speaking, and it was quiet.

Only some sensual women are secretly wiping away tears.

The townsfolk knew that Falken had waited a long time for this day. Going to the kingdom of God is the wish of every devout believer.

It's just that for the townspeople, they have lost a respected relative, and they have also lost a refuge.

In the decades since Falken came to Red Clay, he has treated the townspeople for free. Even balance the power of Red Earth Town, negotiate with the mayor, lower some taxes, and make ordinary people's lives less difficult.

The days when there is Falken are life.

But now that he is gone, the days to come may be called survival.

The townspeople were confused.

The mayor arrives, and the townsfolk get out of the way.

Roland arrived, and the townsfolk moved out of the way again.

The mayor of the town has two mustaches, and he is a relatively handsome middle-aged man. He leaned on black crutches and looked at Falken on the bed with a sad look on his face.

Although he didn't turn his head, he seemed to sense Roland's arrival, and the mayor asked lonely, "Did he tell you anything before leaving?" ”

Roland stood still and shook his head.

Looking at the quiet smile on Falken's face, the old mayor sighed, took out a crumpled white seven-petaled flower from his pocket, and placed it on Falken's chest.

Seeing this flower, the expressions of many townspeople became a little strange.

Roland didn't notice the other people's expressions, he was a little sad now. In the past two months, Falken has helped him a lot, and he can be regarded as a leader after entering this world, but he didn't expect that he would have to say goodbye so soon.

He was so immersed in grief that he didn't see the strange expressions of the others.

In addition, Roland felt that it was normal for the living to offer flowers to the dead.

It's just that he doesn't know that in the country of Holaiwen, in the town of Hongtu, this kind of flower is only used when the son pays tribute to his father, and it is the default custom.

"Buried." Mayor said in a light tone.

Four young men stepped forward and carefully lifted Falken into the white coffin that had been prepared.

Ever since Falken knew the date of his death, he had something like this at his bedside.

The white coffin was closed and lifted, and people made way for a passage.

The burial site was in the backyard, where several young men had already carved out a long pit and a square stone tombstone had been erected in front of the pit.

The long white coffin was hoisted into the pit, and some women desperately covered their mouths to keep themselves from crying.

The mayor looked up at the sky, and he felt his eyes glaze out. At times like this, it's better to have a rainy day, and it's not even a cloudy day, but now it's a sunny day, and the sun is shining on people's heads.

Then Mayor Mare's eyes were almost blinded.

This time, Roland did not follow, but stepped aside, and watched as the townsfolk came one after another from the bottom of the hill, filling the backyard of the church, and more people stood in the courtyard of the church, silent.

Maybe it's because Roland attended someone's funeral for the first time, or maybe it's because it's a game, and he always feels a little unreal. He was obviously a little sad, I don't know why, but he wanted to laugh a little.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood that the reason why he wanted to laugh was actually because he saw Falken's peaceful smiling face. Obviously dead, but smiling so happily, not taking his life as a thing, this old man is really good at making mistakes.

Then he also saw that since the dead didn't think death was a terrible thing, what was there to be sad about being a living person. It's just that after figuring it out, he is still a little depressed, because there will be no such person in the world in the future, and it is a little lonely to think of this.

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 gently, looked familiar, and even had a sense of intimacy, 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 stealth?

The young man chuckled, "Why, even I don't recognize it?" ”

The voice is gentle and familiar...... Then Roland's eyes widened, he subconsciously looked back at the backyard of the church, presumably the white coffin there had been buried, and then he looked at the young man in front of him, and asked uncertainly, "Falken?" ”

"It's me!" The young man nodded.

Roland looked around again, and saw that no one had noticed Falken, even if the occasional glance swept over the place, and he didn't feel anything unusual.

"Ordinary people can't see me." The young version of Falken smiled: "Only people who have reached a certain level of spiritual power can communicate with me." ”

"Are you dead or alive?" Roland subconsciously circled around Falken, full of curiosity: "This is the legendary soul." ”

"It depends on the angle! For ordinary people, I'm dead. Because they couldn't see me, they couldn't communicate with me, I couldn't even be in front of them. In their lives, there is no trace of Falken again. Falken pointed to Roland's head, "But for professionals like you, I'm still alive, but my life form has changed." ”

Falken's words made sense, and Roland also felt that the other party should be alive, separated from the body, and turned into pure spirit. Seeing that the acquaintance did not really disappear, the little depression in his heart also dissipated.

Then he asked, "What's next for you?" Just become a soul wandering around the village? ”

"I will go to the kingdom of God." Falken smiled wryly: "I remember I told you. ”

"But......" Roland looked left and right: "How to get there?" ”

"The Goddess's envoy will come to pick me up, and the gates of the Kingdom of God will be opened, and the time should be almost up."

Roland nodded subconsciously: "Oh." ”

Actually, he didn't know much what Falken was talking about.

"Before I go, I want to tell you something?" With a teasing smile, Falken said, "Have you been having trouble practicing magic lately?" ”

Roland nodded, the magic of knowing the language was really a headache.

"There is a big difference between a mage and a warlock, and it is very different from us priests." "Your spells come from an understanding of the elements of magic, so your use of magic is much more demanding than we are. Normally, if a mage wants to use second-order magic, he has to wait at least until the elite level. Your strength is not enough now, but you can already touch the corners of second-order magic, which is already very powerful. ”

"So what to do?" Roland asked.

"Learn more first-order magic and lay a good foundation. When you have strength, you can naturally learn. Falken said slowly, "Or learn the meditation specialty, which is unique to your mages, and can greatly increase the thinking activity of your mages and strengthen your control over the magical element." Mastering the Meditation Specialty is the only way to use high-level magic across levels. ”