"Mama, I'm back!"

When Lindsay returned to church.

Red Moon sat alone on a wooden bench in the chapel, exactly as Lindsay used to see every day.

Only after hearing the voice of his own godson.

Hongyue turned around and nodded slightly at Lindsay:

"Coming back?"

The goddess of cultivation was calm and indifferent, and seeing this quiet look, Lindsay immediately felt a lot calmer in her heart.

He immediately stepped forward and chatted with Hongyue about his life in the past two days.

After the daily conversation, I said the reason why I came back today:

"Mama, I was also present at the time about the Far Hunting Team."

"Those two deceased hunters should have a funeral soon, right?"

Hongyue nodded slightly:

"Anrui sent someone last night."

"Their bodies cannot be recovered, so they can only be buried in a clothed grave."

“……”

Expected.

Lindsay closed her eyes slightly and sighed.

Killed in the horde of Warcraft, and the other party is still fierce and hungry, how can humans leave corpses?

Adjusting her mood, Lindsay continued to speak this time:

"Does the burial ritual need to be changed?"

Lindsay, who had previously worked in a church, had not yet dealt with this form of burial in a well-dressed mound, so she asked.

Red Moon explained in a calm tone:

"Only the prayer will change, the clothes will replace the corpse, and everything else will be business as usual."

The ordinary burial process is already quite familiar to Lindsay.

He confirmed that there were no other things that needed to be changed, and he planned to do some preliminary preparations.

But at this moment, the figure of the red moon was reflected in the pupils.

Lindsay inevitably thought of one thing.

Did the two groups of people in the town win over the red moon?

Red Moon is the awakened person of the fourth stage of the death school, and this school basically has no special ability for the living before advancing to the fifth stage of the ascended person, but has an absolute suppressive power over the dead.

For the sake of strength.

The Awoken in the town should not do anything out of the ordinary with Red Moon.

But the problem lies in the identity of the red moon.

The School of Death has a high reputation among ordinary people, and it is inevitable that it will be harassed for the sake of winning people's hearts.

Thinking of this, Lindsay asked with concern:

"Mama, the people in the town have been having conflicts recently, do you need my help here?"

Lindsey put it mildly.

Although Hongyue doesn't usually go out of the church, she still knows about such a big thing, so she nodded in affirmation at the moment:

"I know, some of them have come, but I have all refused."

Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to ask about Red Moon's attitude:

"What is your opinion on this?"

Hongyue shook her head slightly:

"The work of the School of Death is special, and it should not be judged on the thoughts of others."

For the others, Red Moon's answer with just one sentence was enough.

But Lindsay in front of her is her godson.

After thinking for a few seconds, Hongyue said one more sentence as her godmother:

"Lindsay, I'm a member of the School of Death, so I'm even more cautious about things that will cause death."

“……”

"I see."

Lindsey nodded earnestly.

After the conversation with Red Moon, he began to prepare for the funeral.

At the moment, the hunter's corpse cannot be brought back.

But there should be a burial ceremony, but there will be no less.

This is not only a formal religious ceremony, but also a respect for the deceased, and must not be sloppy.

Lindsay rushed to the church at dawn.

By the time he was ready, the sun had fully risen.

In the chapel, which had become brighter, other townspeople were coming one after another.

The coffin prepared by the carpenter in the village was also transported.

The two cedar coffins stopped in the center of the chapel, although they were empty, but the people around them couldn't help but feel awe of death on their faces when they saw the coffin, which symbolized death.

Immediately, the relatives of the deceased hunter arrived.

They brought the clothes of the deceased and put them in the coffin, after which Lindsay wrote the deeds of the two hunters on an oak plaque, pressed them on top of the clothes, and then nailed seven more nails to the coffin.

Three years of church life allowed Lindsay to do everything properly and compliantly, and the etiquette was thorough.

Red Moon is mainly responsible for prayer and taking care of the townspeople who come to church.

It didn't take long for the chapel to become more and more crowded.

Before the funeral began, Lindsey had thought that the funeral would be relatively simple.

After all, the counterattack against Warcraft has not yet begun, and many people in the town are busy with their own affairs.

Even ordinary townspeople.

Also consider how to stock up on supplies to survive the next three months as safely as possible in this winter when food is scarce.

But as a result, the scale of this funeral is still not small.

About thirty people participated in the memorial service, and even Anrui and Somkin went into the chapel to join in.

Lindsay's attention naturally fell on the two men.

It's just that compared to the sabre-rattling of yesterday morning, a confident smile has resurfaced on Anrui's face.

Somkin frowned, his eyes lowered.

The two did not say a word to each other.

However, the funeral also went smoothly and there was no disrespect to the deceased.

It was not until the tomb was erected in the cemetery that the relatives and friends of the two hunters mourned and left the scene.

Throughout the funeral process, he behaved very honestly Somkin.

Only then did Lindsay walk up to him when he was alone, and the old merchant asked in a solemn voice:

"Lindsay, I heard you went to Mr. Lord's manor last night?"

This guy also knows the counterattack plan against Warcraft, and understands that this is a plan to divert contradictions.

Lindsay heard Somkin's temptation, so she simply replied:

"I'm cultivating hardy crops, and when I went over there yesterday, Uncle Anrui said he would send someone to help me find some wild parents of the crops."

“……”

Lindsay's answer already proves his attitude.

Somkin saw what Lindsay meant, and knew that as the plan to counterattack the Warcraft unfolded, he would definitely fall behind.

The merchant didn't say anything more.

He nodded slightly, and then withdrew into the departing crowd, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Half a day passed.

The burial of the two hunters was over.

Lindsay had wanted to explain to Red Moon that she wanted to go back to church for two days.

But Red Moon looked at Lindsay with deep eyes, and then said:

"Don't worry about me."

"Lindsay, you have more important things to do, don't you?"

Red Moon's words made Lindsay's heart sink and she was speechless.

He finally accepted Momiji's persuasion and prepared to return to the wooden house, focusing on what he should be working on now.

And on the way back.

Lindsay was walking to the statue of the Great Explorer in the middle of the town when he was stopped by Alain.

Alain had a look of trust on his face.

He had no doubt that Lindsey would join in.

Before and after walking, he just smiled on his face and briefly informed him of the matter and time:

"Three days later, the Anruida people are ready to organize a team to launch a counterattack against those crazy monsters."

"Lindsay, remember to bring enough arrows when the time comes!"

(End of chapter)