On the road leading from London to the outside of the city, there is a public carriage that does not look good.

Agareth sat across the carriage, frowning at Arthur and the coffin beside him, shaking his head uncontrollably.

"Can you just leave this all day long, just find a cemetery and bury her. Just to hold a funeral ceremony for her, you actually plan to step into a church that you have never been to in your life? ”

Arthur did not react to Agareth's provocation, he lit his pipe and took a puff, and he was relieved that the smoke screen appeared.

"I've been to more places in my life than churches are ridiculous, and it's really nothing remarkable."

The Red Devil glared at him and said, "Arthur, please make it clear, I'm not complimenting you!" ”

Arthur was pestled by the window with one hand, and he looked at the scenery in the field in the distance, and he seemed a little careless about the conversation with Agares.

"Really?"

Agareth said angrily: "You kid seems to be very angry, huh? You're a loser, what a are you! Don't you feel ashamed to make a heroic epic drama and let you play such a farce? Don't you feel annoyed? Do you want to perform on stage anymore? ”

Arthur said lightly: "Agareth, don't be angry yet. Actually, you're right, but I don't think my life is a heroic epic. ”

The Red Devil threw away the parchment roll he was holding, and the pitchfork that had never left his hand had changed him back.

He held a pitchfork against Arthur's throat and asked, "You kid denied all my arguments, but you admit that I was right?" Is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with my brain? ”

Arthur raised his hands and said in the posture of a Frenchman: "Don't worry, wait until I finish speaking." I don't think my life is an epic drama, but I do agree that my life has become a farce.

But, Agareth, do you know what the difference is between comedy and farce? ”

Agareth frowned and pondered: "Where?" ”

Arthur said: "The difference between the two is that farce is essentially closer to tragedy than comedy. ”

"Oh! My dear Arthur. ”

The Red Devil threw the pitchfork out the window, and he smiled comfortably as he put his arm around Arthur's shoulder.

"You're finally starting to reflect on your mistakes. Life has become a tragedy, don't you plan to change anything? I have been a devil for so many years, and I have seen too many tragedies, and you should listen to the words of people like me, so as to avoid the recurrence of tragedies. ”

Arthur shook his head slightly: "Why do you think humans will be obedient?" Do you know why humanity progresses? Humanity advances because the next generation does not listen to the previous generation.

Therefore, even if life is a tragedy, I want to finish it happily. Even though life is a dream, I have to do it with taste and not lose the emotion and fun of dreams.

Then again, Agareth, your devilish life seems to be more tragic than mine, why do you think I should listen to you?

I was already a police inspector when I was 20 years old, what were you doing when you were 20 years old? I think you should listen to me more. ”

"Hey! Arthur, fuck you! ”

The red devil slapped the seat angrily, one eye was big and the other was small, glared at Arthur and scolded: "Don't think that you are a police inspector because there is anything great, that is, I am not in hell now, if I am still in hell, you dare to talk to me like this, I have to tear you alive!" ”

Perhaps in a fit of rage, Agareth said without hesitation: "Besides, do you think the priests will perform a funeral rite for an autopsied corpse?" If they were willing to do so, the Archbishops of the House of Lords would not have to quarrel over an Anatomy Act.

If I'm not mistaken, the Anatomy of 1828 was rejected several times by the archbishops. ”

Arthur nodded, "Of course I know that the bishops and most priests are reluctant to pray for the dissected dead, but that doesn't mean all priests are unwilling. ”

"Don't you never go to religion? You don't even know a priest, where do you go to find a strange priest who is willing to hold a funeral for the dissected dead? ”

Arthur shook his head and said, "I still know one, and only that one, pastor." But if even he was reluctant to give a funeral to the anatomist, then I am afraid that there would be no second priest in England willing to do so. ”

The Red Devil frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and the Red Devil covered his mouth.

"You're talking about that madman?"

Arthur shook his head: "He's not crazy, he's just an Oxford priest who agrees with Paine." ”

……

St Mary's Church, University of Oxford.

Pastor Newman was sitting quietly on a church chair.

Ever since he had come back from London, he had been so caught up in such a state of long examinations that he could not even feel the passage of time, and he felt that he had only sat for a while, but in an instant it was dusk.

He thought about it for a while, and then felt that something was wrong, so he reached out and explored around him, trying to touch the reading notes he had brought.

But he touched for a long time and got nothing, and Newman frowned and looked to the side, where a familiar figure was sitting.

Newman opened his mouth in surprise, but before he could understand what was going on, he saw the milky white coffin lying next to Arthur.

"Mr. Hastings? Are you planning to convert to the state religion? ”

Arthur leaned back in his chair and lowered his head: "Mr. Newman, don't talk about anything else, I need a quiet, undisturbed cemetery, and a funeral where the deceased can be as close to God as possible." ”

Newman glanced at Arthur, then crouched down and gently moved the coffin, he just looked inside, and suddenly closed his eyes in pain.

"What's going on? Why would such a child ...... so young?"

Arthur didn't say anything, just took out a newspaper from his bosom and handed it over.

Newman quickly skimmed through the headlines of the paper, and as he read deeper, his hands could be seen shaking.

Then, with a long sigh, Newman barely thought about it, and then he confessed.

"Well, Mr. Hastings, what about the little girl's family? Funeral, farewell, worship, burial, I will discuss these procedures with them as much as possible, when will they be free? ”

Arthur was silent for a moment, and he didn't know how to explain the problem to Newman.

"They...... Maybe not, just treat me as a family member of this little girl. ”

Newman was stunned and said, "Why? ”

Arthur said calmly: "Because the factory does not have a holiday off. ”

(End of chapter)