Seven days later, the snow has not stopped. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the silence of the Holy City, the Necropolis of Puhiria, a thin snow fell on the tombstones, gently covering the names of the dead that remained in the world, and returning to silence.

Outside the silent cemetery, there were only a few dark carriages parked without any signs.

In the deserted 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 turned pale.

He wore a black gown, simple and heavy, with a style unlike any of the Holy City's institutions, and did not wear any status insignia.

In the snowy weather, he didn't hold an umbrella, just added a scarf. The scarf was white, and when the long hair fell on it, it was indistinguishable, as if it had melted away with the snow.

After waking up, Ye Qingxuan refused the doctor's order to stay in the hospital for observation and recuperation, and prepared this final funeral for Hermes.

He knew that Hermes would not be willing to let those inexplicable priests take God's place to forgive his sinful karma, so he took the place of the priest to preside over the funeral.

I don't know if the boss will agree to it in the afterlife.

But if he were still around, he would have laughed at his weak thoughts and told him that there was no such thing as an afterlife.

When a man dies, he dies.

It's like the lights are burning out and going out.

There is no transparent villain in the human shell, and there is no void realm created specifically for this villain.

When you die, there's nothing.

That's why it's important to be happy while you're alive, so that you won't be a pity when you die.

"It's a joke that can't be laughed at, boss. ”

He stroked the tombstone and murmured softly.

"Sir, it's time for you to speak. ”

Behind him, Ambassador Anglo reminded in a low voice.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and nodded slowly.

Under the gaze of all, he stood beside the tombstone, unfolded the text of the speech prepared for him, read the first line, and could not help laughing, but did not read it.

"A good man, a kind and pure character?"

He shook his head, tossed his speech aside, and whispered, "Hermes will jump out of the coffin with laughter when he hears you make up these nonsense for him, right?"

In everyone's stunned expressions, he pondered for a moment and spoke:

"As you can see, we are gathered here today to mourn the late Monsieur Hermes and to bid farewell to this indescribable friend. ”

"I have just seen a speech in which he praised his purity of soul and noble character, but unfortunately these virtues are not the virtues he possesses. ”

He paused, glanced at the simple coffin, and sighed softly: "Here is buried a vulgar and indifferent man, who is not generous and stingy in doing good, who has never heard the gospel of the gods, and who scorns it.

But at the same time, he has a passion for the world and a bad taste.

He devoted his life's passion to appreciating the misfortunes of others, and thus obtained full joy and pleasure.

It is despicable to seek happiness from the misfortunes of others.

He has done great things to the world and brought benefits to many people, even if it was not what he wanted.

He had unimaginable wealth, but instead of doing anything good with it, he chose to invest in luxury goods and spend them in some inexplicable place.

As far as I know, most people think of him as a bastard and hate him to the core, and very few people like his character and vicious words. Although he often brings them help when it is difficult to refuse.

He never wanted to be a good person, nor did he deliberately do evil.

Following his own wishes, and squandering his talents and talents, he lived a life that seemed unhealthy to us to the fullest, and left behind some wealth for posterity that might not be needed.

His life, for those of us who are bystanders, may be nothing more. ”

Ye Qingxuan's eyes drooped:

"Now, he's dead.

Death comes suddenly, and then passes quietly. Although it is not as lively as he liked in his life, at least it is not bad and unsatisfactory.

He ended his life as a mortal, as he wished.

In this long enough life, he lived more vividly, more freely, and more like he was alive than anyone else.

Born as a human being, he has never wasted it.

Enough is enough.

For him, there is no more suitable compliment. ”

The speech, the funeral speech is coming to an end.

However, Ye Qingxuan did not pray for the souls of the dead to be blessed by the 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 felt that suddenly a shovel of soil fell in my heart, covering the memory of Hermes, burying him little by little.

He's dead.

Ye Qingxuan finally accepted this reality.

In a trance, there seemed to be a sound of applause from the coffin, as if the deceased in the underworld had praised this speech. But when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear it.

Perhaps the shaman felt the same way when he presided over the funeral.

Say goodbye to the deceased and testify that they were once alive.

In silence, Bai Xi scooped up the first shovel of soil and landed in the tomb. The people around them also moved their hands to fill it with dirt. Eventually, the earth was leveled again.

A flat slab was transported, embedded in the gaps in the surrounding floor tiles. So there was no trace of the tomb on the ground, only the black tombstone and the name decorated with brass on it.

After the silent silence ended, Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked at the old priest standing there outside the cemetery.

Albert.

Ye Qingxuan walked over, "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 the guide among the three wise men, he deserves a higher funeral, and mankind will not forget his exploits." ”

"He's done so much, I'm afraid he just wants to see a more interesting world. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "What's more, he won't care how luxurious the funeral given to him by others is." Let him rest in peace. ”

Albert no longer argued about this, and handed a document to Ye Qingxuan: "This is the investigation report that just arrived ten minutes ago, I think you should want to see it." ”

"News from the 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 what is the use of the hub if all the territory of the outside world is lost?

"It's a terrible situation. ”

When Ye Qingxuan was looking at it, Albert said beside him: "The real situation of the countries and natural disasters is still not over, and I am afraid it will be protracted."

At the end of the day, there is still too little understanding of natural disasters.

Now, thanks to that guy from the Hundred Eyes, the world has become completely unfamiliar, and everywhere has changed drastically, and in some places the terrain has changed beyond recognition.

We have lost at least thirty percent of our territory.

And Anglo there...... There was silence. ”

Ye Qingxuan frowned sadly: "Or is it fog?"

"Yes. ”

Albert bowed: "The fog covers everything, and with the current means of observation, it is difficult to figure out what is going on in the fog.

The only thing that is certain is that Westminster Abbey is still there, and the barrier is stable, not so bad that it warrants the complete abandonment of Anglo. ”

"Isn't the Holy City going to take care of it?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"There is not enough manpower. ”

Albert's face was bitter: "At present, the power of the Holy City has been distributed to various places, and it used to seem huge, but when it really needs to take care of the whole world, it will still be overstretched.

The Knights Templar are now in full swing, and all the musicians have been sent to various countries. If there is still any strength left, it is necessary to support the desert defense line to the west.

At present, in the entire desert area, there is only one team of the Knights Hospitaller, and the battle loss rate has reached more than 40%. It can only be said that it is a miracle to be able to hold on. ”

"Knights Hospitaller...... Father Bane?"

Ye Qingxuan remembered the area where Father Ban was sent, and immediately raised his head: "Is he okay?"

"He's fine, he's now the head of the Knights Hospitaller, the commander of the Sixth Legion, you don't have to worry. When you were unconscious, he also sent an inquiry, and after knowing that you were fine, he didn't contact again. ”

Ye Qingxuan sneered, "Give a title, and then let people die, is this the consistent routine of the Holy City?"

Albert sighed, "Eight hundred Hospitallers are now following him, and more than three thousand servants ready to fight.

Hundreds of mechanical engineers. Six airships, four companies of military musicians, and even the Third Academy of Mechanical Engineering followed him there...... Ye Qingxuan, this is already enough to capture a small country.

What's more, it's the stronghold of the Chainsaw Brothers, so are they going to 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 the hell happened to Anglo?

No one knows what's going on in that fog.

At present, according to the emergency evacuation regulations, when Maxwell cannot be contacted, all the members of the Fifth Department outside are under the jurisdiction of Ye Qingxuan.

According to Ye Qingxuan's orders, they had been collecting news outside the fog for a long time.

But nothing has been gained so far.

The area shrouded in mist was like entering Hades. You are allowed to enter but not to go out.

There are even people who are constantly lured by visions in the fog, walk into it, and never return.

According to the information in the document, there is some kind of strange magic in that fog, and it is difficult to control the desire to get closer. In just one week, more than thirty people have gone missing, and there are even strong-willed knights.

Bayer, the head of the musicians' association, has no news.

There is no news from the Royal Academy of Music.

There was no news from Maxwell either.

Naturally, there is no news from the royal family.

"I see. ”

Ye Qingxuan put away the documents. But Albert stood still.

"There's another one who wants to see you. ”

He whispered. (To be continued.) )