Alfred took off his coat, folded it in half, and held it up to Karun's side.

Karun placed Mr. Pavarotti's face skin on top, and Alfred carefully wrapped it with his own clothes.

The wind was blowing gently, and some dry branches and leaves blew onto Mr. Pavarotti's body.

Without his face skin, he didn't look that scary. Karun knew what kind of person Mr. Pavarotti was, so how could he be afraid of him?

Even Puerh spoke to him without hesitation after reading his notes.

"Young Master, I think Mr. Pavarotti was worried that you wouldn't use his face skin and that he would be buried properly after he died, so he took the initiative to tear it off."

"Go and bring the car over. We can go home now."

"Yes, Young Master."

Alfred ran to where the car was parked and soon came back with it.

Karun helped to carry the body. He wanted to lift Mr. Pavarotti's body up first, but his kneeling position seemed to be frozen, and his knees seemed to be nailed to the ground.

But it would be disrespectful to let Alfred carry Mr. Pavarotti's body in this position and kneel in the car.

"Young Master, I think Mr. Pavarotti is apologizing to you for his moral coercion."

Someone had come to Mr. Pavarotti's door and provided enough blood spirit powder every month so that his two daughters could live a life similar to that of normal people. All he had to do was not investigate the matter anymore, but he refused.

He could only stand outside his daughters' bedroom every night and listen to their suppressed cries and pain, burying their faces in their pillows.

He wasn't a heartless person, he had always been loyal to order and upheld his own inner moral compass. But deep down, he felt guilty for his family.

So this was probably the most "coercive" thing he had ever done in his life. He hoped his family could receive care from Karun.

Although he had previously mentioned the benefits of using his "identity" to Karun in the bathroom, there must have been inconvenient aspects as well. After all, Karun could enter the Order of Gods through the Allen family's channels.

He tore off his own face skin to prevent Karun from changing his mind. Kneeling and handing over the face skin to Karun was his way of asking for forgiveness for his "moral coercion" this time.

Karun bent down and whispered to Mr. Pavarotti, "Thank you for giving me this identity. It really helped me a lot. I will take care of your family for you. After all, you helped me pay for my surgery."

Alfred tried to lift Mr. Pavarotti's body again, and strangely, his knees suddenly bent normally.

Alfred successfully placed Mr. Pavarotti in the back seat, keeping him in a sitting position. Little John also sat in the back seat and helped support Mr. Pavarotti's body to prevent it from slipping.

Puerh and the Golden Retriever also got into the car, but Karun remained outside, looking at the spot where Mr. Pavarotti had knelt before.

Karun couldn't understand why a person who had always defended order until death would need to be so humble after death.

If there were no gods in this world, it would be easier to understand, but unfortunately, there were.It's because of the existence of gods that there is a hint of anger in Karun's heart when he witnesses this scene, and he has an impulse to curse.

At this moment, Karun finally understands the emotions his grandfather had when he cursed the God of Order.

It wasn't because his grandfather was powerful and started to despise the gods.

It was because his grandfather, who firmly believed in and admired the God of Order, had witnessed his son and daughter-in-law struggling and suffering in pollution.

As humans, we can understand and forgive mistakes made by others. But the problem is, are they gods up there?

If they are gods, what's the difference between them and humans?

Then why can you, as a god, sit up there and accept worship and offerings that surpass humans, without any guilt?

What about your... face?

Alfred sat in the driver's seat without urging his young master.

After waiting for a while, the young master finally walked over and opened the car door, sitting in the passenger seat.

Alfred started the car, and the car stereo began to play the music from the road they came from. Alfred wanted to turn it off, but when he saw that Karun didn't frown, he stopped and continued driving.

There were just as many people going back as there were coming. After all, Mr. Pavarotti was already dead, and now he was just a dead man.

But one thing is certain: tonight's events will inevitably cause a series of disturbances. The scale of this disturbance may be small and may not be a big deal for the existence in those two beams of light. But for the relevant bottom-level involved in this matter, it is like an avalanche.

The personnel related to Judge Zhihe's faction will definitely be investigated and cleared out. The Raphael family, who was responsible for the actual manipulation, will probably no longer exist.

The formidable enemy that once made the Allen family tremble with fear and feel like they were about to be swallowed up is about to exit in this way. From the perspective of bystanders, it is even a bit ridiculous.

But looking down at Puerh, who was dozing off on his lap, and thinking of her act of stealing the finger of the God of Light from the family, he seems to have a new understanding.

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The Raphael family attached themselves to the church in order to develop and grow the family, even becoming the white glove of the forces under the church. But they perished in one night.

The Allen family, on the other hand, procrastinated and lived like frogs in warm water, but they are still alive...

You may laugh at the slow-moving turtle, but the turtle can see your grandson lying in a coffin.

Perhaps this is a different philosophy of survival.

When the car entered the apartment complex, it was already dawn.

Alfred wrapped Mr. Pavarotti in his clothes and carried him upstairs. He did not encounter any neighbors during the process.

Hili, who was responsible for her work, had already arrived at the employer's house. When she opened the door, she was cleaning inside. When she saw Alfred putting Mr. Pavarotti's body in the downstairs bathroom side by side with Mrs. Annie, she blinked hard and continued to mop the floor, saying, "This gentleman looked very sick yesterday. It's a pity he couldn't make it through the night."

Karun took a shower in the second-floor bathroom and changed into a clean set of clothes that Hili had put in a basket outside the bathroom door.

Since Alfred came back from the hospital and the maid returned to work at home, life has been much simpler and easier. At least he doesn't have to do laundry, and the cats and dogs in the house don't have to go out to dry clothes.

Karun sat down at the table and Hili brought him hot milk and pastries. He ate them. He was very tired and sleepy now. In this state, it's hard to feel hungry, but he still has to force himself to eat something."Young master, would you like to rest for a while?" Alfred asked as he walked over with a gift box.

Karun shook his head and said, "You can drive me to the Le Mar Pottery Museum later. I'm afraid that if we delay too long, it will waste Mr. Pavarotti's kindness."

Reattaching a severed finger had time efficiency requirements. Karun wasn't sure if there were any requirements for using facial skin as a mask, but most things should have a "freshness" requirement.

"Okay, young master."

"Mr. Alfred, let me wash this coat for you. It's dirty."

"Sure, wait a minute." Alfred reached out and opened the coat that Shili was holding, took out the human face skin from inside, and put it into the gift box in his hand. "Okay, you can go wash it now."

"...Shili."

Alfred sat down and poured himself a glass of milk, asking as he drank, "Young master, you need to take care of your health."

"This period will pass." Karun said, "It's out of my control now."

Karun remembered that he hadn't opened his black notebook to write anything for a long time.

When he finished what he was working on, he would take a break... Well, he was already unemployed anyway.

After breakfast, he checked the time and saw that it was still during the morning rush hour. "I'll take a nap on the sofa. Wake me up at 9 o'clock."

"Okay, young master."

Karun sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Half asleep, he felt someone covering him with a blanket. He opened his eyes and saw it was Shili.

"Sorry, young master. I woke you up."

Karun turned his head and looked at the clock. He had already slept for an hour.

"Young master, your eyes are all red, it's scary. You should go rest in the upstairs bedroom."

"I'm not going to sleep. I have work to do. How can I afford a maid if I don't work?"

It was just a joke from Karun, but Shili took it seriously and said directly, "Young master, you can cut my salary in half, or even cut it more."

"I was just kidding."

"But I'm serious, young master. My family wanted me to get married to help my younger brother go to school and reduce the burden on our family. I didn't want to get married, so I planned to go to the textile factory with a few cousins who I get along well with, according to the job advertisement."

"Oh? When?"

"If you hadn't hired me, I would probably be working in the textile factory now. My cousins have already started working."

Karun nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, Alfred, who heard their conversation, walked out.

Karun stood up from the sofa, walked into the downstairs bathroom to wash his face, and then looked at Mrs. Annie and Mr. Pavarotti lying in the preservation array, greeting them, "I'm going out."

He walked downstairs and got in the car.

As Alfred started the car, he said, "If it weren't for us, Shili might have..."

"Maybe she would have gone to a regular textile factory."

"After we come back, I can ask her cousins..."

"No need to ask."

"I'm sorry, young master. I just feel that what we do can be clearly reflected in front of us, and this feeling is good."

"Well, I know."

"Then, young master..."

"I'm just afraid you'll get addicted to it. Ha, I'm also afraid I'll get addicted to this feeling."

"Young master makes sense. I understand."While driving, Karun originally wanted to borrow a pillow to sleep a little longer, but at this moment, he couldn't fall asleep and just silently watched the passing scenery outside the window.

Perhaps Mr. Pavarotti also looked at the scenery outside the window like this when he was sitting in the car before.

Karun suddenly felt a very good feeling because he knew that there were still many views left for him to see, and this road was still very long, if nothing unexpected happened.

The car drove past the St. Torre Building and the Curtis Building, and Alfred asked, "Young Master, do you want to go to the clinic again?"

"No, let's just say I ran away too."

The car drove down a street and finally stopped on the road in front of the Lemaire Pottery Museum.

"Young Master, do you want me to go in with you?"

"No need, I'll go in by myself."

Karun rolled down the car window and looked at his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Young Master, are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"It's okay. I'm afraid my eyes are too red and they will treat me as a demon when I go in."

Karun got out of the car with a gift box and walked into the pottery museum. The storefront was not large, but the space inside was not small, which was normal. Few people would visit a pottery museum while shopping, so the size of the storefront was not that important.

There were many pottery works displayed in the display cabinets, mainly small items that emphasized ornamental and playability attributes, and did not emphasize practical attributes. It was impossible to sell pottery based on practical attributes in the commercial center.

A bearded middle-aged man was sitting inside, coloring a pottery figure of an old man.

Feeling someone coming in, he greeted without looking up, "Hello."

Karun walked over and looked at the pottery figure.

The bearded man said, "It was ordered by an old lady, made according to her husband's photo."

"She must miss her husband very much."

"Oh no, her husband is still alive."

"Huh? They have a really good relationship."

"Hehe, the old lady ordered a whole box of twelve here before, and she placed a new order in less than half a month. Every time she quarrels with her husband, she will vent her anger by smashing the pottery figure of her husband."

"Being able to get angry is also a kind of love."

"I like this saying."

The bearded man finally put down his paintbrush and looked up at Karun.

"Lemaire, as you can see, I am the owner here."

"Karun."

"What does Mr. Karun do? You look tired, especially your eyes."

"I just lost my job and don't have a job now."

"Oh, no wonder, unemployment makes people sleepless and makes their eyes red."

"Hehe."

"Are you here to visit or do you have something to do with me?"

"I have something to do."

"Okay, would you like some tea or coffee?"

"Coffee."

"Then please wait a moment."

Lemaire went behind the bar to prepare the drink, and Karun noticed that there was a puppet on the workbench in front of him. He could feel that the puppet was of a man, but when it came to the face, he felt that the person looked very abstract, probably because of poor craftsmanship.

"Here's your coffee; oh, this is my sister's work, her dream lover."

"He really is a dream lover."

"Hahaha!"

Lemaire understood the meaning behind Karun's words and laughed.

"You must not let her hear this. She has to watch this puppet fall asleep at night, but it's okay, she's not here now, she's out shopping and preparing for the next encounter."Karun suddenly realized who the clay figure was;

Then he felt that the clay figure was even uglier than before;

"You can tell me your business, Mr. Karun."

"A friend told me that you are good at making masks."

Lemar took a sip of coffee, smiled, and gestured for Karun to continue.

"I want to ask you to make a mask for me."

"I rarely make masks for strangers because I don't know where they will use them. Maybe you can let me get familiar with you first. How about telling me if your friend in this shop was once my customer?"

"Not really."

"Oh, then who do you want to make a mask for?"

"Just tell me about your friend in this shop."

"Tsk, what a good friend."

"We can discuss the reward later. I want to see... the face of your friend first."

"Okay, here it is."

Karun placed the gift box on the workbench, opened it, and revealed the face of Mr. Pavarotti inside.

"I know him." Lemar looked at Karun and asked, "Are you planning to make a mask of him and infiltrate the Order of the Gods?"

"Yes."

"What deep hatred do you have with the Order of the Gods that you need to intercept his identity? Strictly speaking, he is a very good judge."

"I said we are friends, and he asked me to do this."

"Oh, I see."

Lemar stretched out his index finger and touched the face, closing his eyes; soon, he opened his eyes and said, "It seems that what you said is true. I can feel that he gave you this face with voluntary emotions, which can reduce the difficulty of making the mask by fifty percent."

"So, are you willing to..."

"No, I'm not. Do you know that I don't like the Order of the Gods?"

"I know."

"By rights, since I don't like the Order of the Gods, it seems to be a normal personal tendency to help those who have ulterior motives to infiltrate the Order of the Gods. But the problem is, if your identity is exposed, it will bring me a lot of trouble. I don't want to have this trouble, I hope you can understand."

"Maybe we can talk more specifically."

"No, this is not something that can be solved with Reel or points."

At this time, the door of the pottery museum was pushed open, and Selena, wearing a red windbreaker and sunglasses, walked in. When she saw her brother inside and the person standing beside him, she was stunned.

Then she immediately took off her sunglasses and exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh, my God! Are you here to find me?"

Lemar pointed to himself and said, "No, he is here to find me."

"..." Selena.

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