In front of the door, Mrs. Lake, who had cried, kept inhaling deeply with her mouth open, then wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, propped herself up with her hand, and walked towards her daughters' bedroom.

Behind the door, Karun was standing there.

Ah, she was still found out.

Karun wasn't too disappointed. After all, it was normal for a couple who had lived together for so long to "change" their spouse, and she had noticed it.

Instead of feeling disappointed, she felt a sense of relief.

Walking to the desk where they had eaten earlier, Karun picked up a leftover piece of bread and began to weigh her options in her mind.

She needed her position as a judge of the Order of the Gods.

The closure of the Adams Psychological Clinic meant that she needed a stable source of income, so this funeral home was also necessary.

Karun broke off a small piece of bread and put it in her mouth.

After going round and round, from Roja Street in Rui Lan to the Blue Bridge Community in York City, she found herself running a familiar funeral business again.

It was also good. The "study" in her family had not been in vain.

The two divine servants, Pick and Dingkong, were also necessary.

Puerh and Kevin were not convenient to work with, Shili was just a maid, and Little John was just a child with unstable abilities.

There had already been a shortage of manpower before, and Alfred had to be discharged early because of it, so he really needed the help of these two underlings from both circles.

Pick was honest and easy to fool.

Dingkong was a little clever and easy to use.

Karun pinched off another small piece of bread and put it in her mouth.

These were the only three things she could accept, but there was still a large piece of bread in her hand, which represented the roles of "father" and "husband."

Karun was willing to help Mr. Pavaro take on the responsibility of the family, such as arranging his wife's life and supplying his two daughters with Blood Spirit Powder, as well as treating them in the future.

But she didn't want to actually play the role of a "father" or "husband."

Because it would be exhausting.

Masks that could be easily taken off were not called shackles when worn.Karun's biggest challenge was that he couldn't actively inform Lady Lek and her two daughters of his identity, he couldn't reveal it openly and directly. It wasn't because he was afraid they would betray him, but because if he told them directly, they would easily leave traces in real life.

Thinking back to that night in the basement, after Mr. Bede killed the member of the Order, he was familiar with digging out his eyes for further processing. In this world, even dead people can "speak".

Fortunately, Mr. Pavaro's two daughters realized that he was not their father, and Lady Lek also realized that he was not her husband.

But the two daughters didn't cry or make a fuss, and Lady Lek pretended to treat him as her husband.

This kind of tacit understanding was most suitable for the current situation, because Karun didn't know how long Mr. Pavaro's identity could accompany him, and he had to be cautious in some subtle places from the beginning.

Putting the remaining large piece of bread back on the plate, he was already full and couldn't eat anymore.

Karun picked up the wet towel on the plate, wiped his mouth first, and then folded it to wipe his hands.

Usually, when Mr. Pavaro ate, did Lady Lek prepare a wet towel for him? Judging from Mr. Pavaro's greasy appearance, he didn't seem like a very clean person.

However, Karun was too lazy to think about where the flaws might be. Maybe in Lady Lek's eyes, he was full of flaws. When he pinched himself for the first time, he could feel that his muscles didn't react properly. Even the first glance she took at him made her confirm that he was not her husband.

"Phew..."

Karun took a deep breath. Since he had already guessed it, he might as well expand the tacit understanding and save Lady Lek from too much worry.

Walking to the bedroom door, he opened it and shouted, "Pick."

"Yes, boss."

Pick ran from the front of the shop to the backyard.

"Call the madam over."

"Yes, boss."

Karun sat back at the desk, picked up a pen, took off the cap, and tapped his finger on it. Suddenly, he couldn't help but laugh. He seemed to have no talent for acting. When he first woke up, he was confident that only his family would think that "Karun" had changed.

This face was hit once in Roja City and once again in Wien.

Therefore, if he only used Mr. Pavaro's identity, it might not be so safe. The best result was to whiten his original identity, so that he could be more relaxed in his daily work and other aspects.

Could he do that?Karun suddenly felt that this idea was feasible.

First of all, he could face Lady Lake and her two daughters more calmly. Secondly, he had the identity of Lord Whip of Order in front of those two guys, which made it easier for him to control them.

Just think of himself as an undercover agent monitoring Mr. Pavarotti. After all, this kind of thing was the business of the Order Whip. Those two guys had nowhere to verify it, and they dared not verify it.

But how could he get a position?

Although he "came from" a family of judges, because of Dis's special nature, his family and judges had nothing in common.

At home, he had never even seen a voucher!

He was like a second-generation official who had fallen from a wealthy family and suddenly realized: What, running a red light also requires deducting points?

Take it slow;

Karun could only comfort himself like this.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Lady Lake walked in. She looked at the tray on the desk and cursed:

"You are the master, I brought the food over for you, but you also want me to take it out for you?"

Karun leaned back slightly and said calmly, "I will ensure that the supply of blood spirit powder needed by the family every month will not be interrupted."

Lady Lake was stunned for a moment, her face and expression somewhat unnatural:

"You..."

"I..."

"This family..."

She tried several times to speak, switching between several tones, but she couldn't make up her mind. The more she couldn't make up her mind, the more flustered she became, and her eyes turned red again.

She was very afraid of this "husband" in front of her. She didn't know who he was, and she didn't even dare to think about where her real husband was... Although she had guessed the result.

But she was more afraid that her two daughters would run out of blood spirit powder.

If it was just her alone, there was absolutely no hope of getting blood spirit powder again. As a mother, she could endure anything for her children.

"I am your husband," Karun said, "right?"

Lady Lake didn't hesitate and nodded immediately, "Yes, you are."

Karun suddenly felt that he didn't handle his tone well. He meant to comfort Lady Lake, not to scare her.

"I have a good friend. I don't know if I told you before. He is a very good person, a very responsible person, and a very honest person that I admire."

Lady Lake looked at Karun in surprise. She heard who the "husband" in front of her was talking about and asked cautiously, "Where is that friend now?"

"He's gone."Mrs. Lake sat on the edge of the bed, as if she had lost her soul.

"My friend once begged me that if anything happened to him, I would help take care of his family. I agreed, and I may need to bear some necessary expenses every month.

Madam, you won't object to my decision, will you?"

Mrs. Lake took a deep breath, shook her head, and then nodded. "This is the right thing to do. You...you are doing the right thing."

"Okay, I'm glad you understand. My biggest concern is that you will blame me."

"No, I won't. How could I?"

"Now that you have agreed, I will take good care of his wife and children. I will do my best to provide them with a stable and comfortable life."

"Thank you...no, you are doing the right thing. I fully support you."

"But I don't want to disturb her family, because as you know, I just came out of the Order Whip prison and my identity is a bit inconvenient. I don't want my identity to have a negative impact on their lives."

"They will be grateful in their hearts and will keep it a secret."

"Okay."

Mrs. Lake wiped her tears immediately and nodded. "Okay, okay."

"Madam, I have something to do and won't be back tonight."

"Okay, you're busy. Go ahead. You have a lot to do." Mrs. Lake stood up.

Karun stood up and walked out of the bedroom. When he came to the front of the shop, Pick and Dingkong both stood up and asked, "Boss, are you going out?"

"Yes, I have something to deal with and won't be back tonight."

"Okay, boss." Dingkong nodded.

"Boss, did you tell Madam?" Pick kindly reminded.

Just then, Mrs. Lake's angry curse came from the backyard. "You just came back and now you're going out again, saying you won't come back at night. You might as well die in the pastry shop, you old beast!"

Karun smiled.

Dingkong and Pick also smiled. Obviously, they were used to the way their boss and boss's wife interacted.

Karun walked out of the funeral home and got into Alfred's car.

"Young master, everything went smoothly?" Alfred asked.

"Smoothly."

"Are we going home now?"

"Yes."

"We can finally rest for a while, young master."

"Yes, but we still need to come to the funeral home tomorrow morning. We need to show up more often these days and make our presence known, so we can wait for our exoneration."

Alfred drove into the apartment complex and Karun stretched lazily after getting out of the car.The next thing to do is to wait for the progress of the Order of God's handling of the matter. He couldn't rush them, so he could only wait. Fortunately, he had done everything he needed to do and could rest now.

Shirley happened to come out of the house to take out the trash. When she saw "Karun" coming up the stairs, she lifted the dustpan in her hand and threw all the dust out, screaming, "Oh my god!"

Karun realized that he was still in Mr. Pavarotti's appearance. It was like forgetting something at home when he first started wearing glasses and went out.

Karun patted the dust off his shoulder and didn't blame Shirley. This maid's psychological endurance was already quite good. It was his side that kept crossing her bottom line.

Karun smiled at Shirley. Shirley sat on the steps, grabbing the edge of the stairs with both hands, looking terrified. She had just cleaned the bathroom before leaving and said hello to Mr. Pavarotti, who had no face and was lying there.

Karun wanted to reach out and help her, but seeing her big advantage, the fall was like an air cushion hitting the stairs, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

"Be careful going up and down the stairs," Karun said perfunctorily, returned to the house, turned back into his own appearance, walked up to the second floor, entered the bathroom, and had to take a shower again.

"Master, I have prepared the towel, and your clothes are ready too." John's voice came from outside the bathroom. The child quickly entered his current role, although he had just lost his father.

After taking a shower, Karun came out, and John asked, "Master, do you need me to bring dinner to your bedside?"

"No need."

Karun walked downstairs, into the kitchen, and stood there for a while. He suddenly realized a problem. The reason why he liked to cook in the Inmorales family was that life was really leisurely there. Once he got busy, even turning on the gas stove felt like moving a mountain.

"Is there any dessert at home?" Karun asked.

Puerh lying on the second floor stairs tilted her body helplessly. It seems that she won't have a chance to eat squirrel fish recently.

"I'll go out and buy some, Master," Alfred said.

"Okay."

Karun walked back to the second floor and looked at John standing there. "Ice water and newspaper."

"They have been placed on your bedside table, Master."

"Who taught you?" Karun asked.

"Miss Puerh."

"Okay."

Karun nodded and walked into the bedroom, lying on the bed, drinking two sips of ice water, and picking up the newspaper to read. He wasn't sleepy now, but he just wanted to maintain this state for a longer time.After a while, Kevin ran in and helped turn on the radio, then crawled back into his dog bed. Puerh also walked in and jumped onto the bed.

"Young master, Mr. Alfred has brought back some snacks. Would you like to have some now?" Little John asked outside the bedroom door.

"I'm not very hungry. I'll have it tomorrow morning," Karun replied.

"Alright, young master."

Karun put down the newspaper and rubbed Puerh's head, who was lying on his stomach.

"What's wrong?" Puerh asked.

"Is there any way to remove pollution?" Karun asked.

"It depends on the extent of the pollution. Your father... Karun's father and mother's situation is beyond even Dis' ability. But you should ask Mr. Pavarotti's two daughters. They should have a solution that is more effective than blood spirit powder," Puerh replied.

"Okay, I'll take you to Pavarotti Funeral Home later."

"Are you taking over the funeral home?" Puerh asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, then I can be the cat in the funeral home again."

"Don't you like it?" Karun asked.

"It's not bad. While they're handling the funeral downstairs, I can lie on the balcony and bask in the sun. I feel like I'm radiating the light of humanity at that moment. Can you understand this feeling?" Puerh said.

"I understand. It's like Kevin always fantasizes about being a god instead of a dog," Karun said.

"Woof woof woof!" Kevin barked.

Puerh angrily patted the blanket on Karun's body with her paw and turned her head to ignore him.

"Young master," Alfred's voice came from outside.

"Yeah?" Karun answered.

"I just received a call from Borg. The Raphael family has been exterminated," Alfred said.

"I know," Karun replied.

Karun picked up the newspaper and continued reading. After a while, Puerh, who had previously ignored him, quietly poked her head out from under the newspaper and looked at Karun without saying anything.

Karun lifted the newspaper and blocked her head again.

Puerh crawled over again, still not saying anything.

Karun lifted the newspaper and blocked her head again.

Then, Karun felt movement under the blanket, and Puerh's head poked out from under the blanket and lay on his chest.

Karun looked down at Puerh and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Just wanted to say thank you," Puerh said.

"You should thank Mr. Pavarotti and Ms. Anne," Karun said.

Karun put down the newspaper and looked at the window in front of him.

"The speed of the church is really fast," Karun said.

"Because for the Order Church, the Raphael family was like a speck of dust on their shoulders," Puerh said.

"Heh," Karun laughed.

"Just a speck of dust, but they were too lazy to brush it off before," Karun said.

...The next morning, Karun got up and came downstairs after washing up. He picked a type of fried doughnut from the snacks that Alfred bought yesterday, put it in a bowl, poured in some milk, added half a spoonful of brown sugar, and stirred it.

Alfred also came out of his bedroom.

"What do you want, sir?" Karun asked.

"I don't need anything, sir."

"I accidentally made too much."

"Okay, sir."

After breakfast, the two of them went downstairs and got into the car. They happened to see Hili riding her bicycle into the community. This maid was very dedicated to her work and came home very late every day.

But it could be seen that she really liked the second-hand bicycle under her, which was not only wiped clean but also tied with a pink ribbon.

However, the bike cushion was a bit small. Well, the cushion was not small originally, but it looked much smaller in comparison.

But no matter what, seeing a maid full of vitality and courage in the face of life and strange work early in the morning seemed to infect Karun with positive energy.

When passing by the car, Hili noticed the people inside and immediately stopped her bike and ran over.

Karun rolled down the car window.

"Good morning, sir, Mr. Alfred," Hili said.

"Good morning," they replied.

After greeting each other, Alfred started the car.

"Oh." Karun touched his ring, and a purple light flashed on his body, turning him into the appearance of Pavaro. "Put on the mask first, in case you forget when we get there."

"Sir, do you need me to prepare dinner tonight...?" Hili turned back and asked about dinner, seeing Mr. Pavaro sitting in the passenger seat.

"Get it ready, Mr. Pavaro!"

"Prepare it, and thank you for your hard work."

"No...it's not hard."

Alfred drove the car out of the community.

Because they were all in the Blue Bridge community, the distance was very close. Soon, the car stopped on the road outside the funeral home.

"Sir, look over there."

"I see it."

Two people in black robes got out of a black car in front of them. The clothes were obviously the "casual wear" of the members of the Order of the Gods.

Karun got out of the car and walked over.

The other party also noticed Karun, and one of them asked, "Sir, is this the Pavaro Funeral Home in front of us?"

Karun took a glance and found that the original signboard of the storefront was covered with black cloth after the last funeral, so it couldn't be seen.

Find the original at bit.ly/3iBfjkV.

It was also because after Mr. Pavaro's accident, his family members were all worried and didn't have time to take care of these things.

"Yes, that's right. May I ask what your business is?" Karun asked.

The other person in the black robe smiled, "Mr. Pavaro, the owner of this funeral home, sacrificed himself in the line of duty. We represent the police station to present him with a certificate of honor and a death compensation.""Oh, is it? That's really sad news," Karun said.

"No, it's a great honor," the black-robed man corrected.

"Yes," Karun quickly changed his tune, "an immense honor. Let me take you inside. I'm familiar with this funeral home."

"Hehe, okay. You're a very enthusiastic person. May I ask your name?" The black-robed man asked politely.

"Oh, my name is Pavarro."

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