Smiling, Karun suddenly felt a bit teary-eyed.

"Heh, I'm really crying from laughter."

Karun subconsciously wanted to grab a tissue, but found no tissue box on the table. He could only gently wipe his eyes with the back of his hand, stand up, and walk outside.

The two guys saw the boss coming out and pretended to continue working.

Karun felt that the operation of this funeral home was really far from the Inmoleis family. Although the Inmoleis funeral home was not large in scale, every detail was done as delicately as possible, while here, it was obviously a bit rough.

Perhaps because Pavaro had been busy taking on missions to earn currency for his two daughters' blood spirit powder in recent years, he neglected the management of the funeral home. The funeral home that should have been clean now gave people a greasy feeling.

As for the view that the two guys were not doing their job well because they were god servants, Karun did not agree. To a certain extent, they could be more serious and serious than ordinary people, just like Alfred and Lady Molly who worked as assistants at home. The premise was that you needed to make them truly fear you.

Karun went to the kitchen first, found Lady Lake who was washing dishes inside, and closed the kitchen door.

"You're the embalmer at home, right?"

"Yes." Lady Lake turned around and answered.

"Do you know Annie?"

"The one from the pastry shop on...oh no, Red Leaf Street?"

It seems that Lady Lake knew.

"Yes, she's dead."

"Oh, I, I know, I know her. It's really sad news."

"She investigated the case with my friend and appeared to try to save my friend, knowing she would die. Then, unsurprisingly, she died with my friend."

Lady Lake's expression became a bit complicated upon hearing this.

"I know him, no, I know you didn't go to that place just to eat pastries. I know that you must have your own reasons for going there. I asked you before, but you refused to say."

"Yes, because that's the only way to ensure that my family won't be implicated."

"I know this woman, this woman from Red Leaf Street. I know that she and my husband...and you have nothing to do with each other, but sometimes when I scold you, I have also cursed her in anger."

"Annie won't be angry."

"Yes, but I am guilty, I am guilty."

"Her body was severely damaged."

"I will repair her, I will, I can do it." Lady Lake patted her chest and affirmed, "I will apologize to her and say sorry."

"Don't make it too complicated. Let's have her funeral today."

"Is it too rushed?""No, she shouldn't have any relatives."

"Okay, I'll try my best to fix her as soon as possible. Also, there are two coffins in the family storeroom. If we hold the funeral today, we won't have time to order from the coffin factory. Let's use the ones at home. They are very clean."

"Okay."

"I'll ask Pike to reserve a burial plot at the cemetery. Will we hold the funeral tonight?"

"Yes, please make the reservation yourself."

"Okay, I'll take care of it personally."

"Do we need two burial plots?"

"Your...friend...needs to be buried too?"

"Yes."

"Okay...I understand...I understand."

Karun turned around and prepared to leave the kitchen. He paused for a moment and reminded them, "Don't put the two burial plots too close together."

"I...I don't mind..."

"No, I think Mrs. Annie would want to be further away from my friend."

"Okay, I understand."

...

Karun walked to the front and said to Ding Kecom, "Give me the hearse key."

"Sure, boss. Do we have a job?"

"You guys stay here and prepare. It's a simple job. I'll go pick up the guest."

"Okay, boss."

Karun sat in the modified hearse of the Pavarotti family and inserted the key.

He turned his head and looked at the back compartment, then sat up straight and put his hands on the steering wheel. The wheel was wrapped in a layer of leather, which was a bit worn, but when he closed his eyes, that familiar feeling emerged again.

He had ridden in the hearse with Uncle Mason and Ron to "save" guests; he had also lain in the coffin of the hearse, comfortably being carried out of the hospital; he had even driven the hearse to take Unis on a picnic date in the countryside.

People are nostalgic not for the things themselves, but for the memories they evoke.

Karun started the car and drove the hearse out. When he passed by Alfred's car parked on the side of the road, Karun honked and waved to Alfred.

"Here comes the young master."

Alfred quickly started the car and followed.

When the hearse entered the residential area, it was stopped by the security guard at the gate. Karun didn't get out of the car, and Alfred got out to negotiate. Soon, Karun was allowed to pass.

After parking the car, Karun walked upstairs and entered the house.

The maid Sherry was cutting fruit. When she saw Karun come in, her face stiffened.

"Hello, Mr. Pavarotti.""Mhmm." Karun responded and walked into the bathroom. Alfred also entered the house and followed him into the bathroom. Afterwards, Alfred carried Mrs. Annie on his back and walked out, heading straight for the door and down the stairs.

Shirley was still cutting fruit when she saw Mr. Parvolo being carried out of the bathroom by Mr. Alfred. She widened her eyes, shifted her gaze, and continued cutting the fruit into small pieces instead of chunks.

Alfred came back and immediately took Mr. Parvolo from Karun, carrying him away.

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Mrs. Annie was placed in the hearse, while Mr. Parvolo was placed on the back seat of Alfred's car.

The two cars drove out of the community and returned to the funeral home. Alfred parked the car on the side of the road, took a blanket, and covered Mr. Parvolo's body on the back seat. This was to hide what was inside from anyone who passed by.

After doing all this, Alfred sat back in the driver's seat and took out his notebook, writing:

"I don't know why, but when I saw the young master driving the hearse again, I was inexplicably moved."

...

The hearse stopped at the funeral home, and Mrs. Lake, who had been waiting, got in the car first. After covering Mrs. Annie's body with a white cloth, she called Pick and Dingkong to come and "receive the guest."

The body, covered in white cloth, was pushed into the backyard of Mrs. Lake's workshop.

"You guys go and set up the mourning hall."

"Yes, ma'am."

Pick and Dingkong were dismissed, and Mrs. Lake uncovered the white cloth, looking at the multiple puncture wounds on Mrs. Annie's forehead and body, taking a deep breath.

"How long will it take?" Karun asked.

"The body is well preserved. We just need to patch up the holes on her forehead and put on makeup. The other parts of her body can be covered with clothing. When mourning, she will be lying in the coffin and will look normal from the outside."

"Okay."

"Where do you want to go now?"

"I should wait here, I guess."

"I've organized the books and other things you've read before and put them on the desk in the bedroom. I don't sleep in that room anymore, I sleep in the guest room. That will be your study from now on. Of course, if you want to redecorate it, I can arrange it."

"It's not urgent. I'll go to the study first."

"Okay."

Karun walked out of the workshop, closing the door behind Mrs. Lake. He then walked into the study, which was originally the bedroom. The desk, which was originally in the corner, was now in the middle of the room. The bed was pushed against the wall and became a resting place in the study. The position of the two pieces of furniture changed, directly changing the nature of the room.There were many books and files on the desk. Karun sat down and started to read them one by one. Soon, he found several of Mr. Pavaro's work notebooks, which were important for him to gain work experience and a better understanding of the Order of the Gods.

Mr. Pavaro was a very rigorous person, and his work notes were recorded in great detail, starting from when he became a god servant. Karun flipped through the pages, most of which were written in a self-narrative style. As he read, he felt like Mr. Pavaro was standing in front of him, telling him about his past experiences.

Unconsciously, Karun became immersed in this atmosphere. Mr. Pavaro was like a master, leading him into the door, except that the master had passed on his position to him.

From god servant, to god revelation, to god shepherd, and finally to judge, the content was only halfway through, which meant that after becoming a judge, the things he needed to face and handle would become more complicated. It also meant that Mr. Pavaro had been a judge for a long time, but still only held the lowest position in the judge sequence and enjoyed the lowest treatment.

When he turned to the next page, he found a black circle on the paper. Karun originally thought it was a special emphasis, but after reading it carefully, he realized that this content had nothing to do with the context. He understood that it was just because Mr. Pavaro had dropped the ashes of his cigarette on the paper while writing, and he was being overly suspicious.

There were cigarettes, lighters, and ashtrays on the desk, which were not there before because Mr. Pavaro did not have the privilege of smoking in the bedroom with his wife. Karun took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and then turned the burning cigarette upside down on the ashtray.

"Here's a cigarette for you, keep talking."

Karun continued to read the notebook and silently recorded the names of some people mentioned in it.

The clock unknowingly struck four in the afternoon.

"Knock, knock..."

"Come in."

Mrs. Lake walked in with a plate and placed a glass of water and a sandwich-like food in front of Karun. Unlike a sandwich, it was spread with black sauce.

Karun picked up the glass and took a big sip. He looked at the Pavaro family's sandwich and smiled, "I'm not hungry."

"Everything is ready outside. Do you need to go out and take a look?"

"Oh, is it?" Karun looked up at the clock and realized that he had been reading for so long. "Sorry, I forgot about the time while reading.""We should have informed you after we finished everything."

"Mm."

Karun stretched lazily.

"Do you need me to massage your shoulders? I used to do it for you often, but usually after the girls had soaked in blood spirit powder."

"No need."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"I should be the one apologizing. Maybe we both need some time to adjust to this kind of interaction."

"Yes, yes. But please rest assured, I will adapt soon."

"No, Madam, you have been doing great. It's just that I can't fully immerse myself in my own role. Later, I will hire a new assistant."

"Really? That's great."

"Mm, then you and him should be able to communicate more smoothly."

"I understand." Lady Lake understood the meaning behind this sentence.

Karun got up, walked out of the bedroom, and came to the front hall, which was the mourning hall.

On the mortuary table in the mourning hall was a dark red coffin, which looked very elegant. Karun used to like to browse through the coffin brochures at home, so he knew that the coffin in front of him was definitely not cheap.

The hall was very quiet, so the voices of Pick and Dingcombe chatting with a bottle of soda each were very clear.

Pick: "It's Miss Anne after all. I was really scared when I was placing the coffin. The boss is really brave."

Dingcombe: "Although Madam used to curse the boss and Anne together at home, saying that he could die on Anne's bed and not come back, Madam has never seen Anne before."

Pick: "What's even more ridiculous is that Madam did the makeup for Miss Anne. I wonder how angry she would be if she knew that the Miss Anne she often cursed was right in front of her."

Dingcombe: "What, do you want to snitch?"

Pick: "Pah, I would never do such a thing."

Karun's footsteps startled the two assistants, and they turned around to look at him with embarrassed expressions.

But Karun had no intention of reprimanding them. He would properly train them when the real him came to the funeral home.

Walking up to the mortuary table, Karun looked at Miss Anne lying in the coffin. She looked like she was asleep, sleeping very soundly. Her clothes were not new, but this was not neglect. Lady Lake probably took out her own clothes to match Miss Anne.

After paying his respects, Karun walked down from the mortuary table and picked up a chair, wanting to sit at the door for a while.

There was a sign at the door that should have written whose mourning ceremony it was today, but now the sign was blank.

Karun pointed to the sign. "Write on it.""Do you really have to write this, boss?" Pike looked inside and gestured to the boss if he really wanted the Madame to know who today's "guest" was.

"Write."

"Yes, boss."

Pike ran over and started writing something on the sign.

Dingcombe came over with a cigarette, ready to hand it to the boss. Karun shook his head and said:

"Because of this achievement, I will be promoted in a while, and we will have an extra position here. I will recruit a divine servant."

"Boss, is it arranged by the higher-ups?"

"No."

"Then you already have someone in mind, boss?"

"Well, I will continue to take on tasks to earn some currency. I may not be at home for ten days or half a month, so I will leave the affairs at home and daily work to..."

"Don't worry, boss. I can take care of those and train the new recruit to complete the daily work."

Karun looked at Dingcombe and smiled.

Dingcombe also smiled. He felt that the boss had approved.

"Yes, yes, I'm writing it now. Please come in." Pike pointed inside to the two women who came to inquire.

Two conservatively dressed women walked towards them. Dingcombe approached them and asked, "What are you here for?"

"We are here to mourn Sister Annie."

"Yes, we are here to mourn her."

"Dingcombe, prepare some tea." Karun ordered.

"Okay, boss."

The mourning hall of the funeral home did not need to prepare a simple meal, but tea had to be prepared.

The two women walked up to Karun, each handing him a letter with a condolence gift.

"We don't know who prepared Sister Annie's funeral, so please pass this on."

Karun held the envelope with the condolence gift and nodded.

The two women walked to the mortuary table and began to view Annie's remains.

At this time, more women walked in. Karun sat there, continuing to receive condolences.

More and more people arrived, all women of different ages wearing conservative clothes.

Many of them should know him, and when they handed over the condolence gifts, they called him Mr. Pavarro.

Gradually, the not-so-large mourning hall was almost full. After everyone went up to view the remains in order, they stood below, as if making the final company.

At this time, Mrs. Lake appeared behind Karun.

Karun asked, "Did you notify them?"

"You said she had no relatives, but I didn't want her to leave too quietly, so I tried to contact some people. I didn't expect so many to come. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, no need to apologize."Karun handed the stack of envelopes containing funeral money to Mrs. Lake, then turned inward and watched the ladies standing there mourning for Mrs. Anne.

Everyone was observing a moment of silence in their own way.

Different postures, but the same sincerity and clear tears in the corners of their eyes.

Karun never expected that Mrs. Anne had such a good reputation among the people on the snack street. She was the eldest sister who sheltered the women who made a living selling snacks on the street.

She wasn't preaching, because Karun didn't see anyone using religious rituals to pray inside.

But she was indeed a true believer of the Mills Goddess and had always been practicing the teachings left by the Goddess, taking her as an example.

A funeral was actually the most clear and fair place to summarize a person's life.

"She was an amazing woman," Mrs. Lake said. "I feel honored for your friend to have been able to be her friend."

Karun remembered the image of Mrs. Anne holding a cigarette in the compartment.

Then, he silently took out the money from his pocket and put it in Mrs. Lake's hand holding the funeral money envelope.

"40 Leier, it's my funeral money."

Karun added, "She's worth it."

"Okay."

Tonight, all the snack shops on the entire Red Leaf Street closed.