"Twelve?"

When he heard this number, Old Saman's first reaction was:

"So many?"

Immediately,

He realized again that the number "12" had a special meaning in the Order of the Gods.

The formation of the Order Whip consists of a captain and twelve members. The Order Knights have a total of twelve members. In the Order of the Gods, there are many existences corresponding to this number.

"Are you sure?" Old Saman asked.

Karun nodded, "Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay, I'll design it. I can finish it before noon. Give me your desk."

"Okay."

Karun picked up the book "I Left You in Spring" and stood up, making way for him.

After Old Saman sat down, he picked up the pen and self-mockingly said:

"These are all dead people, and they still have to be ordered to work."

"That's how it becomes fulfilling."

Old Saman said unkindly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Karun walked out of the study and sat down on the bench in the yard, leaning against the flower bed behind him, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers.

Continuing to read the book, after a while, Karun noticed a strange figure walking into the backyard from the store entrance.

Moving the book aside, Karun looked at her. She had shoulder-length blond hair, a slender figure, and was wearing a red corset, looking elegant and dignified.

Karun instinctively compared her with Yunes in his mind, which was the instinct of anyone who had a partner creature.

After the comparison, he found that his own Yunes had a better figure and a better temperament.

The woman also noticed Karun's gaze on her and smiled at him, saying:

"Sir, hello, I think you are my employer? Dora and Doreen often told me that their brother is very handsome and wanted to introduce me to him, but it seems that you have been very busy and haven't really met."

Karun stood up and shook hands with the woman:

"Hello, I'm Karun. I'm sorry, I've been busy lately."

"You can call me Daishan. I am responsible for Dora and Doreen's composition, mathematics, and art."

"Oh, you are really versatile."

"Mainly because Mr. Karun, your salary is high."

"I believe you deserve this salary."

Daishan went to Dora and Doreen's room, and Karun sat back down and continued reading.

When he came to the part where the author suspected his wife of having an affair, this part was written too abstractly, to the point where Karun felt that the author himself should have been in a mentally disturbed state at that time. Generally, people in this state would be suspicious like mice and could imagine many nonexistent scenes.

The description of killing his wife was messy. It started with a quarrel in the morning. The author asked his wife where the milk was, and his wife replied that it was still at the door and hadn't been brought in. Then his wife added:

Can't you bring it in yourself?

After this sentence, the author's description became extremely incoherent, the sentences became very unsmooth, and the logical thinking became very confused. Sometimes he held a knife, sometimes an axe, and sometimes a metal trophy. In the end, he didn't even know what the real murder weapon was.

But all the confusion ended after this sentence appeared.

"She's dead."

After this sentence, the author's writing suddenly became very rigorous, and the logicality of the story immediately reached a very high level.

Next, he began to handle the body, and then dealt with the inquiries and dealings with the police after his wife "disappeared."

Karun rubbed his eyes. This book was not thick, and the story was not long. If the various cumbersome adjectives that filled the first half were removed, the book could be thinner. But in the eyes of the publisher, the confusion in the first half was the truly attractive part, so it was mostly retained.

And indeed, although the part about handling the body was written in great detail, it was not as interesting.

Karun started flipping through the pages continuously until the end.

The last volume was an essay, unrelated to his wife, and he did not confess sincerely here. Instead, he praised dandelions.

Karun closed the book. Unconsciously, the sun was already high in the sky.

He went to the kitchen and saw Hili preparing lunch. Karun picked up an apron and tied it around his waist, saying:

"Let me make lunch."

Karun casually picked up a kitchen knife and weighed it in his hand, then smiled.

...

"Ah..."

Old Saman finished the drawings. There were a total of ten drawings, divided into coffin manufacturing and array arrangement. He simplified many details in these drawings because he knew that the expert who helped Karun operate the refrigerator could understand the meaning of these omissions without him explaining in detail.

Alfred pushed open the study door and walked in, picking up the coffee pot to refill Old Saman's cup.

Old Saman pointed to the drawings on the table and said, "That's it, tidy up."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Alfred carefully collected the drawings.

Old Saman picked up the new coffee, took a sip, and said, "Let me see your notebook again."

"I can read it to you, but I can't let you see it."

"What's the reason?"

"I only read what you can hear. If you can't hear it, I won't read it."

"Huh, isn't writing something meant to be seen by others?"

"Yes, you're right, but it depends on the person."

"I can't see it?"

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're still alive."

"Are you saying that I can see it after I die?"

"Yes."

"Tsk... This doesn't make sense."

"It does make sense."

"Are you going to bury that notebook with me?"

"That's no problem."

"Are you willing?"

"I copied more than twenty books. It's nothing to give you one to bury with you."

"I'm curious, how can someone like you be willing to be someone else's servant?"

"We are all servants of the gods, aren't we?"

"It's different."

"There's no difference. The young master won't let me die, but Parmeleth God let you die tonight."

"It's not the gods' request, it's my own request!" Old Saman raised his voice.

"The gods are busy, too busy to ask us to do anything. But our every word and action conforms to the standards of the gods."

"Do you know that I thought you were crazy for a while?"

"I have another record here that is very similar to what you just said. I haven't had a chance to read it to you."

"Oh? What did you say?"

"When others laughed at me as a madman, I laughed at them too, because they couldn't see clearly."

"Are you... laughing at me?"

"People of different beliefs think of each other as incurable madmen."

"The way you speak today feels different."

"Is it different? I have always used 'honorifics' when talking to you."

"Well, I understand. You know I'm going to die tonight, and you understand that preaching is hopeless, so you don't bother to flatter me anymore."

Alfred smiled and remained silent.

"What is Karun doing now?"

"The young master is in the kitchen."

"I'll go find him."

Old Saman got up, exercising his body while walking out of the study.

Alfred took the drawings and muttered to himself:

"Who would continue to feed a fish that has already been caught?"

He pushed open the door, walked into the bedroom, and came to the compartment. Kevin was sleeping there, busy running the refrigerator and making array beads. He was so busy that he couldn't even touch the ground. When Karun woke up this morning, he went to replace the energy crystal in the refrigerator. Now he was lying in the compartment's nest, catching up on sleep.

Seeing Alfred coming, Kevin could only reluctantly open his eyes.

"Look at these."

Alfred spread the drawings in front of Kevin, and Kevin placed his paw on them, nodding his head continuously.

"Woof."

"I think so too. His skills are really good."

"Woof."

"Well, I know you're not in this profession, but I understand your vision and experience. You can quickly figure it out. Besides, there are still drawings here."

"Woof."

"The number 12 was personally set by the young master."

"Woof."

"This is not the first time such a coincidence has happened."

Alfred took out a newspaper that had just been delivered. It was today's "Order Weekly." Karun hadn't had a chance to read it yet.

The upper half of the front page wrote that yesterday at noon, the Order of the Gods officially declared war on the Reincarnation Sect;

The lower half wrote that yesterday morning, the Reincarnation Sect submitted a surrender letter to the Order of the Gods.

"Look here."

Alfred pointed to the small bold letters below the bold letters announcing the declaration of war:

"Because the existence of the Reincarnation Sect has disrupted the order that should exist between life and death, I, the Order of the Gods, declare war on the Reincarnation Sect!"

"When the young master came back, he told me about what happened at that time and also mentioned this sentence he said at that time. The young master always believed that this sentence existed in 'The Light of Order,' and he saw it in 'The Light of Order,' so he remembered it.

But the fact is, 'The Light of Order' hardly mentions anything about the relationship between the God of Order and the God of Reincarnation, nor does it mention that the God of Order ever said such a sentence. I guess the relationship between these two gods should not be good."

Kevin nodded.

"So, a sentence that does not exist in 'The Light of Order' was said by the young master, and in the declaration of war by the Order of the Gods, it was also used as the official reason for the war."

"When reading the declaration, the young master was in the conference hall. When he heard the reason for the war, he was probably more convinced that he had read that sentence in 'The Light of Order.'"

"I know, I will go and tell the young master after the funeral is over."

"Woof, woof?"

"It's impossible, it's impossible. The young master is definitely not the God Child of Order, otherwise, Lord Dis wouldn't curse his daughter-in-law every day, and the young master wouldn't curse himself every few days."

"Woof."

"I am more inclined to believe that because the young master chose the path of order, after a truly great existence walks this path, the flowers that belong to him will bloom on both sides of the road he has walked."

"Woof, woof."

"Actually, at first, I thought the young master was yours. I thought the young master was an evil god, so I planned to follow him. But gradually, I found that the evil god was just a dog in front of the young master."

"..." Kevin.

"Sorry, I'm not targeting you. What I mean is that the evil god can make me follow and serve, but the young master can make me truly understand his every word and action, which is something you can't do."

"Woof."

"Okay, you continue to look at the drawings. Let Puerh help you list the materials you need, and I will go to the black market to purchase them. Let's try to make these twelve coffins in the shortest possible time."

"Woof?"

"Where should we put them? It seems that this funeral home is not big enough, and if we dig a basement, the project will be too large. The most important thing is that there are too many forces in York City, and such a large running array is too conspicuous.

How about placing them in the Allen Manor? I remember there is an auditorium there, which is just right."

Kevin nodded his head, raising his paw.

Alfred raised his hand and high-fived the paw.

...

Lunchtime arrived.

Karun prepared a table full of dishes, including several signature dishes.

Old Saman, who didn't plan to have lunch, just happened to pass by the dining room door. After he walked over, he took a few steps back and stopped, staring at the sumptuous dishes on the table.

At this moment, he realized that this kid had often made oil-splashed noodles, dumplings, and hot pot for him in the past, but many times it was just to make do with him.

"Did you send them over there?" Karun asked Hili.

"They've been sent, Young Master. I'm going to eat there too."

The prepared dishes were divided into four portions. One portion was sent to Dora, Doreen, their mother, and their teacher. Hili also ate there.

One portion was sent to Puerh and Kevin.

One portion was given to Pick and Dingcombe.

The remaining portion was placed on the table. Alfred walked in, washed his hands, and sat down at the table. Karun also sat down, both of them serving themselves rice and picking up their chopsticks to start eating.

Oh, there was also a bowl of rice on the side, and the chopsticks were requested by Karun to be inserted into the bowl.

"Mmm... Ahem!"

Old Saman cleared his throat at the door.

Karun and Alfred continued to eat their own food, pretending not to hear.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Karun smiled and looked at the door, pointing to the bowl of rice with chopsticks inserted, saying:

"Come in and eat. This bowl of rice was originally prepared for you."

Old Saman walked in and sat down at the dining table, looking at the table full of delicacies with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"You did it on purpose!"

"When there is business, the food will be better than usual. That's the rule," Alfred explained.

Karun said to Old Saman, "Eat, your body hasn't been embalmed, so it will definitely dirty the inside of the coffin soon. You don't need this food anymore."

"Oh, indeed."

Old Saman finally found a reason that could convince himself. He picked up the chopsticks and started eating. When Karun and Alfred finished eating and put down their chopsticks, Old Saman was still fighting to add rice.

"You should have made such a sumptuous meal for me earlier. Maybe I could have given you something good. You missed out, you missed out."

"What good things are there in your house?"

"Not in my house, in a sealed space."

"A sealed space?" Karun looked puzzled. "The sealed space of the Order of the Gods?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to go in there?"

"Hehe, just thinking about it, but I haven't taken action."

Karun had entered the sealed space with the mask given by his grandfather and another Lux copper coin, but he knew that the place was very dangerous.

Old Saman got up to pour soup, and Alfred took over the bowl for him.

While waiting for the soup, Old Saman said again:

"Your captain has a secret."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yes."

"Does everyone know?"

"Probably."

"Including why he came to the cemetery every day a few days ago?"

"He came to watch over you and then rest in front of Elyssa's tombstone."

"Heh..."

Old Saman smiled meaningfully, deliberately letting Karun see this smile clearly.

"What else do you know?"

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"Forget it, I'm almost dead, so I won't talk much. Don't die uncomfortably."

"I don't like playing dumb riddles like this."

"He may have told you already, or he may not have told you yet, but it's not my place to say more, right?

And at least, I can tell that he won't harm you. Your captain is reliable at critical moments."

"You can tell me more about what you know."

"I won't say it unless you wake me up after I die, but unfortunately, my realm is very high, and you can't wake me up, hahaha."

"Hehe."

After lunch, Old Saman asked Mrs. Lake to touch up his makeup again.

Because her husband was a judge, Mrs. Lake obviously had a stronger resistance to such people and things. She just completed her work as usual.

After everything was ready, at a quarter past two in the afternoon, Old Saman lay in the coffin in the center of the mourning hall.

The memorial service officially began.

More people came to mourn than Karun expected, many of them were neighbors living near the cemetery. Both the Vayne and Rylane people had a similar habit of not considering cemeteries as gloomy places, but rather liked to treat them as parks. So over the years, Old Saman had accumulated quite a bit of popularity.

But although many people came to mourn, there were almost no people who offered gold, indicating that the relationship was only limited to the last visit.

Delius did not appear again, but the captain came halfway and handed a small package to Karun. Inside were all Order Coupons, and he also informed Karun that he had already taken out the points he owed him in advance.

This also meant that Karun's medical expenses were in vain.

After paying his respects to Old Saman lying in the coffin, the captain chose to leave.

The memorial service ended at dusk, and all the guests left. Old Saman was able to get up from the coffin, completely indulging himself, and had dinner together.

After dinner, Old Saman lay back in the coffin, and Pick and Dingcombe carried the coffin onto the hearse.

Karun personally drove the hearse to the Ivy Cemetery, where Old Saman had dug his own tomb in advance.

On the way, lying in the coffin, Old Saman felt a little bored. Seeing Alfred writing something in the notebook again, he curiously asked:

"Did you copy something new?"

Alfred shook his head and said, "Enriching the legends of the gods is what believers should do, isn't it?"

"You are so devout, but the god you believe in may not be able to see it."

Alfred looked at Old Saman seriously and said, "But I can guarantee that the gaze of the gods has long been on you and has determined your destiny."

"Okay, okay, you are a real charlatan."

Old Saman yawned,

Continuing, he said:

"Ah~ I'm sleepy, it's good, I can rest for a long time later."

"Yes, it's good."

Alfred agreed, and closed the notebook at the same time.

He had just written a few numbers and symbols on the latest page of the notebook:

【2/12】

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