When Karun first arrived at the cemetery, he mentioned that this was the last dinner he made for Old Saman.

As a result of Delius' arrival, it really became the last dinner.

Karun didn't deliberately make it extravagant, just a portion of soy-braised chicken, a portion of kung pao chicken, a portion of fish-flavored eggplant, and a mixed vegetable soup.

Simple, three dishes and one soup.

A small table was set up on the outside steps, and Alfred arranged the chairs and chopsticks.

Alfred had been using chopsticks with Karun for a long time, and Old Saman gradually got used to this utensil since eating hot pot that one time.

The three of them sat at the small table, quietly eating their meal, with no one speaking.

But the atmosphere at the dinner table was not heavy, let alone sad. One side was in charge of the funeral home, and the other side was in charge of the cemetery. Life and death matters had long been treated lightly.

After the meal, Old Saman got up and picked up the broom, ready to go and clean his cemetery.

Alfred reminded him, "I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning to get ready for the funeral."

"Mm, okay."

Old Saman nodded and disappeared into the depths of the cemetery.

Alfred got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, then put the table and chairs away. Finally, he picked up a small broom and swept the outside area. After finishing his work, Alfred walked over to Karun.

"Let's go back." Karun walked to the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Alfred got in and started the car, saying, "Young master, I've already arranged the funeral, so you don't have to worry."

"There's nothing to worry about."

For tasks entrusted to Alfred, if the full score is ten, he can basically achieve twelve.

At nine o'clock in the evening, they returned to the funeral home. Pik was responsible for staying up and snoring tonight.

Since Mr. Pavaro rarely appeared and Karun became the actual person in charge of the funeral home, the two employees had a harder and more tiring time, but their treatment had improved a lot, so there was no problem with their work enthusiasm.

"By the way, Alfred."

"Yes, young master."

"Go to the black market and exchange some Rayle with coupons, and send it back home to help pay off the house loan."

"Okay, young master."

"I'm going back to my room."

"Young master, get some rest."

Karun pushed open the bedroom door and saw his cat and dog circling around the refrigerator.

"Have you figured it out?"

"Oh, you're back early tonight. Let me tell you some good news. We've successfully fixed this refrigerator. We just put the crystal in, and it's already working."

"Really?"

Karun opened the refrigerator and found that the middle partition had been removed, and a chill came out.

"You can try it now," Puerh said.

"Woof!" Kevin wagged his tail.

Karun opened the sword box, took out the Sword of Achilles, placed it vertically inside, and closed the refrigerator door.

Puerh climbed onto Karun's shoulder and sat down. "Next, you need to summon the sword from the refrigerator to your hand. Kevin and I have prepared three ways for you."

"The first method is the vertical flute. There is a formation inside the flute. You just need to input a portion of your spiritual power and play it. The formation inside will activate, and a starlight will appear in front of you, and the sword will be transported over."

"So, before I fight with someone, I have to pick up a flute and play a tune?"

"Do you think it's embarrassing?"

"A little bit."

"Not just a little bit. Although doing this can make your opponent laugh and relax before the fight, it looks really ugly when you actually do it. So the second method is a tobacco pipe. It has the same usage method. You input spiritual power, ignite the tobacco, and then the starlight appears, and your sword will come."

"I think it's better than the flute."

"Yes, I think so too."

"But before a fight, I have to ask the other person to wait for a moment so I can light a cigarette?"

Puerh joked, "You should think of it this way. You can ambush the other person while smoking."

"Are you suggesting that I give the other person a cigarette while holding a tobacco pipe?"

Puerh tilted her head. "Um, that does sound a bit weird."

"Tell me the third method."

The vertical flute and tobacco pipe were the "switches" given to himself by Old Saman. The third method should be designed specifically by Puerh and Kevin. After all, the difficulty of this thing was all in the refrigerator, and the difficulty of the "switch" was not that great.

"Well, the third method is one that I specially designed for you."

"Woof!"

"Of course, Kevin put in a lot of effort. Let me tell you, I found that Kevin seems to be very skilled in this area."

"Woof!" Excited, Kevin wagged his tail.

Puerh teased, "I think he must have made handicrafts for women he liked before, always making and giving but never being able to win them over. Slowly, he became skilled."

"... Kevin."

Karun reached out and rubbed Kevin's bald head. "Let Alfred get you some hair growth tonic, or is there any potion on the black market that can help grow hair?"

Seeing Karun's concern, Kevin immediately smiled again.

Puerh pointed her paw at the top of the refrigerator. "There's a box there. Take it down."

Karun took down a metal box from the top of the refrigerator and opened it. Inside were twelve blue balls, about the size of marbles, cool to the touch.

"These are formation beads. Kevin dismantled the formation from the vertical flute and reprinted it onto these beads. The usage is very simple. Just input a little spiritual power, then crush it, and the formation will automatically appear.

The drawback of formation beads is that they are difficult to make, and the formation only lasts for a short time. They are disposable. But for you, these are not a problem.

They are not expensive, 50 coupons each on the black market. The main cost is the production cost, but our production cost is just dog food.

Although the formation doesn't last long, it's enough for you to draw the sword."

"Let me try." Karun picked up one bead. "Let's try it outside. It feels like a waste to try it in a room."

"Yes, yes, of course. You can also design a gesture."

Karun took a bead to the yard, and Puerh came down from his shoulder and sat on Kevin's back.

"Have you thought of a gesture?" Puerh asked.

Karun nodded and infused a bit of spiritual power into the bead. When he felt the bead start to heat up, Karun knelt down on one knee and slapped the palm of his hand on the ground, as if he was clapping the ground with one hand.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out, and a blue starlight appeared below Karun's palm. Immediately after, the hilt of the Sword of Achilles emerged from the starlight, and Karun grabbed the hilt, pulling out the entire sword and completing the standing-up motion.

"Well, I have to say, the whole motion is very smooth and impressive," Puerh commented.

"Woof!" Kevin nodded.

Karun asked, "I know the teleportation distance is within the York City area, but if there are formations and barriers where I am, can I still teleport in?"

"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Kevin says there shouldn't be a problem. This thing has a high level of spatial ability and can instantly tear through space. Unless it's a specific sealed space formation and barrier, you can teleport the sword to your side.

But this kind of teleportation will be sensed by the maintainers of the formation and barrier."

"Mm, I understand." Karun looked at Puerh and Kevin. "You've been working hard lately."

"Not hard at all. We enjoy doing things, and you've earned a lot of coupons recently. The radio fairy has become very generous, and our supply of materials is abundant. It feels great."

"Woof!"

"Alright, let's rest. We have a funeral tomorrow."

"The old man?"

"Mm."

"I think it's a pity that the old man died. Kevin said that if this old refrigerator was made by the old man alone, it means he had a high level of understanding and mastery of spatial power."

"He just didn't want to live anymore. There's nothing we can do."

Karun first went to the bathroom to take a shower, then lay down in bed. Puerh climbed onto Karun's chest and curled up with her paws, looking at Karun.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, I have a small request."

"Tell me."

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".

"Can you please ask that boy from the Voss family to help me and Kevin each make a humanoid puppet?"

"A humanoid puppet?"

"Mm, it doesn't need to be made with expensive materials, just something that can be used normally. I think, with around 5,000 coupons, we can make a very good one."

"Let Alfred handle it."

"No, it's better if you go personally, because if the radio fairy goes, 5,000 coupons will only be able to order something worth 5,000 coupons. If you go, there will be no limit."

"Alright, I'll go ask at the pottery studio after I'm done with Old Saman's funeral."

Karun could only agree. He couldn't refuse the request of his pet cat and dog to "become human."

"Well then, goodnight, my dear Karun. Here, let me cover you with the blanket." Puerh leaned over to Karun's pillow and symbolically pulled the blanket up a bit.

Because he didn't rest well last night, Karun slept deeply. When he woke up, it was exactly 7:30 in the morning. Karun stretched lazily, washed up, and went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of plain noodles for himself.

While seasoning the noodles, Old Saman's voice came from behind Karun:

"Make me a bowl too, no, two bowls."

Karun turned his head to look at Old Saman, who was dressed in a blue suit with a tie, and his beard and hair had been trimmed. He had also put on makeup.

"Lady Lake's cooking is good."

"Yes, it's very good. I thought she might not be used to doing makeup for living people, but it turns out I was worrying too much."

"We're all going to lie in coffins, it's all the same."

"But I refused her suggestion to nail and pull the skin on the back of my head."

"Are you afraid of pain?"

"Wrinkles on elderly people's faces are gifts from time."

"You should say that to women. They would love to transfer those gifts to you."

Karun finished a bowl and added another bowl of soup. Old Saman finished all the soup noodles by himself.

"The taste of this noodles is really good, very delicious, and the dried chili is great too."

"But I have to remind you, with so much food in your stomach, if you don't have time to digest it after the burial in the evening, it will dirty your coffin."

Old Saman's face turned serious, as if he finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

Hilary walked in at this time and started to clean up the dishes, smiling and asking, "Young master, is there business in the shop today?"

"Well, it's the first opening after the renovation."

"Then where is the body? I just passed by Mrs. Lake's studio and saw that it was empty inside."

"It's me."

Hilary looked at Old Saman, then at Karun, and seeing Karun nod, Hilary maintained her polite smile and turned to wash the dishes.

Karun got up and went back to his study, and Old Saman followed him.

"The funeral doesn't start until two o'clock in the afternoon." Old Saman pulled out a chair and sat down. "There's still half a day left."

"You can go to the yard and see the flowers and plants, experience the last moments."

Karun took out a book from the bookshelf and sat behind the desk.

"Are you going to sit here and read?" Old Saman asked.

"Mm, it's rare to have a day off."

"I thought you wouldn't be able to operate without my help. It seems I worried too much."

Karun put down the book and looked at the clock. It was only 8:30.

"Do you feel like I'm interrupting your originally beautiful morning?" Old Saman asked.

"A little bit."

"Are you unwilling to spend even a little time for someone who is about to die?"

"My emotions were vented during dinner yesterday. Now, I'm just indifferent. If you insist on me squeezing out some sad emotions for you right now, then let me go to the kitchen and find some onions for lunch."

Alfred pushed open the study door and walked in, placing a glass of ice water in front of Karun and handing a cup of coffee to Old Saman.

Old Saman took a sip of coffee and said, "I really didn't expect that the godchild would be his son."

Karun suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you seen your high priest?"

"I have."

"Oh, that's good." Karun smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"I was really worried that there would be a plot twist where you would say to the high priest, 'I really didn't expect him to be your son.'"

"The high priest wears a messenger cloak when meeting outsiders, which can block all prying eyes. I have never seen the true appearance of the high priest."

"Oh, I see."

"But I don't rule out this possibility." Old Saman crossed his legs. "This cooperation between the Palmelith Church and the Order of Order could not have happened without the support of the high priest. In front of the high priest, there is an elder lying in the messenger space, self-sealed. Behind the high priest, there is a godchild. It's hard to believe that the high priest, sandwiched in the middle, is clean."

"Is that so? There's no way to know."

Old Saman rubbed his neck and said, "I don't dare to know, and I'm really afraid that if I know the high priest is also dirty, it would mean that I should have died when I was born. Hahaha!"

"Hahaha."

Karun also laughed.

After a while, Karun put down the book in his hand and asked, "By the way, do you know which tool can preserve a corpse well, including the spiritual power inside the body, without dissipating?"

"You're asking me, the owner of a funeral home?"

"What I mean is, the spiritual power inside the corpse can also be preserved without dissipating."

"A spatial holy artifact can do that, and it's not difficult. Isn't your Order of Order's First Knight Order all using this kind of spatial coffin?"

"But I can't buy it."

It's not sold in the coupon store because the major churches' procedures are basically that the bodies of the priests are reclaimed, so it's impossible to sell this kind of coffin openly.

It can be found on the black market, but Karun is also worried about the effect.

"What do you want this for? I can't even handle it, so it's also too late for me to pretend. It also takes some time to make this."

"I plan to specialize in funeral business settled with coupons. You are my first customer after the reopening."

"Shouldn't there be a discount?"

"I didn't take your coupons."

"What I gave you can't be bought with coupons. Why do you think that godchild insisted on kneeling at my door yesterday?"

"Heh, yes, I took advantage of it."

"Alright, I'll provide you with the design drawings and the embedded formations. You should be able to find someone to operate the refrigerator if you can find someone to make the things on the drawings.

By the way, how many of these coffins do you want?"

"Is there anything special about it?"

"It doesn't matter if you only have one coffin. If you want more, the design and arrangement of the coffins need to be combined according to spatial formations. This can not only prevent the dissipation of spiritual power inside the corpse but also have a nurturing effect."

"In that case, wouldn't it be more cost-effective for me to ask for more coffins?"

"That's right, it's not only about getting the coffin design drawings, but you can also take away a spatial formation drawing from me. So, how many coffins do you want? I can start designing and planning now."

Karun picked up the glass of ice water and took a sip.

"Twelve."