Alfred put away his notebook and sat up straight. Since accompanying the young master to leave the Allen Manor, his attire was no longer as exquisite and luxurious. He would deliberately choose some ordinary clothes to match, but his figure and temperament were excellent, and even ordinary clothes could show his style, especially when compared to Pick and Dingkom sitting opposite him, the contrast would be more obvious.

His gaze moved away from the old Saman lying in the coffin and fell on the young master who was driving the hearse. Alfred sighed in his heart:

"All destinies have long been marked with a price by the gods in secret."

However, he did not write this sentence in his notebook.

Although he always treated the young master as a god, he knew very well that the core idea in the young master's black notebook was a criticism of the gods.

He treated the young master as a god because he was temporarily unsure of what to call the existence above the gods.

Of course, after following the young master, he gradually completed the transformation of "god" from a noun to an adjective.

They were about to reach the entrance of the Green Vine Cemetery, but at the intersection, a group of figures dressed in blue robes stood there. They were the followers of the Pamireth Church, and they were bowing in a pious manner towards the hearse.

"Is your prestige in the Pamireth Church so high?" Karun asked from behind.

"What prestige? It's just that my skills are better, and I can make things that others can't make. Other than that, I haven't made any outstanding contributions to the church, nor have I left any touching stories in the church. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been a cemetery administrator for thirty years without moving a single 'relative'."

Karun pointed ahead and said, "It's hard to match what you said with this scene."

"I guess it should be something I left behind in the Messenger Space back then. Because of this war, the Messenger Space has been fully activated, so it has been revealed. They just realized that, oh, there was once a true genius in our church."

"I think the word 'genius' is usually used for young people or those who look young."

"That's your prejudice. In the long river of history, each of us appears young." Old Saman raised his hand, and Alfred sitting next to him handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. The old man took a puff of smoke and said, "Step on the gas and drive past. When you get old, you can't stand to see or hear these things."

"Are you afraid of being soft-hearted?"

"I'm afraid of being disgusted. After all, I've had my fill."

"You are really difficult to serve." Karun shook his head. "You have always been concerned about the church, and now that the church has shown you enthusiasm, you have this attitude."

"What I cherish is my past, because in my past, there was Pamireth. But you want me to accept it again, to integrate into it. Let alone they can't represent the Pamireth in my heart now, even if they are exactly the same without any changes, what have I been doing for the past thirty years? I can't start over again. It's better to keep some memories of the past. I even dare not live longer, afraid that if I live a few more days, I will find out that my beautiful memories of the past are also mixed with falsehood."

"I understand. You treat the church as your ex-wife."

"Heh, hahaha."

Old Saman laughed happily.

Karun started the hearse again and continued driving forward. The group of Pamireth priests in blue robes at the front of the cemetery slowly made way, and there was no situation where they desperately blocked the way. Finally, at the entrance of the Green Vine Cemetery, the figure of Delius appeared.

There were still clear scars on his forehead, but he did not use crutches and stood there properly. It seemed that the treatment methods of the church hospital were indeed miraculous. Ordinary people who suffered such serious injuries yesterday would not be able to get out of bed for more than half a month.

The hearse continued to move forward, and Delius remained motionless.

Karun felt that this godson was really not good at asking for help and not good at socializing. In fact, the old man Saman was easy to please. Instead of bowing down and expressing his faith, it would be better to bring a bottle of wine and a bag of snacks to him for a late-night snack. After all, for Saman, Delius was like his ex-wife's child, and there must be some emotional attachment, even if this child had no blood relationship with him.

As expected, the godson was hit by the front of the hearse, but the hearse had a high chassis. After driving past, Karun deliberately looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the godson was getting up from the ground.

The cemetery gate was not locked, and Karun did not stop the car again. Instead, he drove the hearse directly and used the front of the car to push open the gate.

"We're through." Old Saman complained.

Karun patted the steering wheel and said, "I plan to change to a new hearse."

The captain said he wanted to use some points to exchange for a "luxury car". He didn't have the same high demands as the captain, but it was no problem to change to a high-end hearse.

"What I care about is my gate." Old Saman said.

"They are all dead people. Why do you care about these?" Karun didn't care, and asked while driving along the path in the cemetery, "Where is the grave?"

"Turn right and go to the northwest corner."

"You like tranquility so much?"

"Mainly because I am very familiar with the residents here. I'm afraid that if I move in, everyone will be too enthusiastic. It's better to be quiet. When I want to be quiet, I can lie down in my own place. When I'm bored, I can go out and visit others."

Karun looked in the rearview mirror and found that the people from the Pamireth Church were still standing at the entrance of the cemetery, and none of them followed in. They probably knew that if they followed into the cemetery, they would have to enjoy the same treatment as the godson yesterday.

They arrived at the grave, and Karun got out of the car. Old Saman also stood in front of Karun.

It was empty here, surrounded by empty graves. Old Saman stood beside Karun, constantly adjusting the angle of the coffin, indicating Alfred and the others to adjust the angle. Probably, very few people would make such requests during a burial.

But Old Saman did not deliberately waste time, because he had the courage to face death in his heart.

"We can begin..."

At this point, Old Saman suddenly turned his head and looked back.

"I didn't expect an uninvited guest to come."

"Outside the cemetery?" Karun asked.

"Yes, outside the cemetery. He didn't dare to come in."

"Bishop Burn?"

"Yes, it's him."

"Do you want to go see him?"

"Let's go and see. I can't show fear before I die, and I have a lot to say to him."

"Then we'll wait for you here."

"Don't worry, I won't be long."

Old Saman took a step forward, his figure twisted, and then disappeared.

At the entrance of the cemetery, the followers of the Pamireth Church had been arranged to stay far away. Only Delius was still standing there stubbornly, until a black halo appeared beside him, and his father walked out from it.

Today's Bishop Burn was not wearing a god robe, but a gray sweater, holding a brown cane.

Looking at his son who was standing there foolishly, Bishop Burn sighed:

"What you are doing is not enough."

"But I think, only in this way can I represent my faith and respect."

"Who is your faith, and who is your respect?"

"Pamireth, the god of Pamireth." Delius answered firmly.

"Heh." Bishop Burn laughed, "But the person you are facing may have long lost faith and respect. To some extent, he can even be called a heretic. He just chose to escape instead of tearing it apart violently."

"I can feel that his piety is still there."

"That's for sure, but it is definitely not the only thing. This is where you need to improve; Maybe the suspicious and suspicious environment you grew up in made you mature quickly, but at the same time, it also made you tired and naive. You yearn to embrace a pure spiritual world and social relationships, but it is not realistic. Even the way you think is correct may cause the other party's aversion. That's why you were beaten yesterday."

"What should I do then?"

"Sweep the floor, cook, and chat."

Delius turned his head to look at his father, as if asking: Are you serious?

Bishop Burn smiled and said, "These are the most useful things when dealing with old people."

"Who are you calling old?"

Old Saman appeared at the gate and stared at Bishop Burn.

Bishop Burn reached out and touched Delius's head, saying, "Just teaching children how to respect their elders."

"I'm not interested in pretending. It's useless."

Bishop Burn shook his head and said, "Many old people in the world know that their children are good to them for the sake of their inheritance, but they pretend not to know."

"I am different from them."

"But I don't see much difference. You and I will grow old."

"I am getting old, but you seem to have not changed at all. You are still as cunning, deceitful, and shameless as before."

"I'm glad to hear you say that." Bishop Burn pushed Delius forward slightly. "Anyway, he is the current godson of Pamireth Church and will probably be the future bishop. I think you should leave something for him."

"The nest has already been occupied by you. You still want to covet the lonely bird that has long left the flock. You and your son have the same thick skin."

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Delius sincerely said, "Mr. Saman, the elders of the church have discovered some things you left in the Messenger Space back then. As you know, many inheritances of our church have been lost over the years. Since you have mastered them, I hope you can pass them on again for the sake of the Pamireth Church."

"I have no obligation to do so."

"This is for the Pamireth Church."

"The Pamireth Church already belongs to you."

"You shouldn't doubt my piety to Pamireth."

Upon hearing his son say this, Bishop Burn couldn't help but close his eyes.

"If God really sees this scene, both you and your father, your body and soul will be sealed in the paper and undergo eternal confinement!"

"Mr. Saman, I am here on behalf of the Pamireth Church to make a request to you. I hope you can consider the church and its future..."

"Buzz!"

Old Saman appeared in front of Delius and kicked him.

Bishop Burn also appeared in front of his son and used his cane to block Old Saman's kick. Blue and black lights collided rapidly at this moment, and finally dissipated completely.

Old Saman stared at Bishop Burn's face and said word by word, "Your son is smart, but your son is also foolish."

"After all, he is still young."

"Youth is not a mistake, but since he is young, he should stand behind and wait quietly, instead of coming forward and saying so many annoying nonsense just because he is young!"

Delius took out a scroll with a blue gem embedded in it from the sleeve of his god robe and said, "I have a decree from the bishop here."

"Haha."

Old Saman laughed and looked at Delius.

"Are you sure you want to open the bishop's decree? Are you sure you want me to start doubting the bishop's identity now?"

Delius was stunned.

Seeing his son's change in expression, Old Saman's eyes began to turn red.

Bishop Burn grabbed Delius's shoulder and quickly retreated.

"Hehe... hehehe..."

Old Saman looked at Bishop Burn, asking, "Why, don't you come in and sit?"

"I didn't plan to come in. After all, there are too many uncertainties when facing a dying person."

"You think I will bury you with me? You think too highly of yourself. I don't want to have something filthier than a toilet lying in the place where I lie after death."

"Who knows." Bishop Burn smiled slightly, "But you should leave something behind."

"What should be left behind, I have already left in the Messenger Space. It will take decades to slowly explore and decipher. I don't owe anything to the Pamireth Church, let alone the Order of the Gods. Now I just want to die. If you are not willing to give me the peace to die, then I am looking forward to what will happen next. So, take your disgusting son and leave my sight. Don't disturb the atmosphere of my quiet death."

Bishop Burn nodded and said, "Goodbye."

"Get lost!"

Old Saman disappeared.

Delius spoke, "What he left behind in the Messenger Space is indeed as he said. It will take decades to decipher and master. He is a space genius who has always been hidden."

"Godson, I am curious about one thing."

"Bishop, what is it?"

"Have you read the contents of the bishop's decree in your hand?"

"The bishop asked Mr. Saman to open it personally. I haven't read it."

Upon hearing this, Bishop Burn frowned slightly and said, "Open it now."

"But..."

"You will never see him again."

Delius pursed his lips and opened the decree. When the scroll was unfolded, the projection of the bishop appeared.

But the bishop did not persuade or comfort him. After saying a few short words, he disappeared:

"Goodbye."

...

Karun saw that Old Saman had returned and noticed that his back was even more hunched than before.

"I guess scolding doesn't feel any better after all."

Old Saman nodded and said, "But if I don't scold, I feel uncomfortable lying in the coffin."

Karun looked at the time and asked, "Can we start now?"

"You dare to rush even when I'm about to die?"

"I want to go back and sleep early."

"Alright, let's begin."

Old Saman walked to his own coffin and began the ritual. The ritual was simple, similar to the "Space Exile" ritual, which was a traditional process of the Pamireth Church.

After the ritual, Old Saman began to mourn himself:

"I originally thought that the first half of my life was exciting enough to accommodate the boredom of the second half of my life. But in the end, I realized that everything was completely reversed.

I don't know how to summarize my life. It's like a dream. I thought I had let go, but it has always been weighing on my shoulders. I thought I saw clearly, but I was actually blinded, and I was the one who covered my own eyes.

If I could start over,

I don't want to think, hesitate, or waver;

I want to be free, I want to be independent, I want to be willful;

But unfortunately,

There is no chance to start over."

After the eulogy, Old Saman used his nails to cut open his palm, and the fresh blood dripped into the coffin. In the next moment, a blue light appeared, indicating that there was a teleportation array buried deep in this grave.

"After I die, my body and this coffin will be teleported into an unknown space-time flow, never to be found again. I want to give myself the final part of my funeral, a true... space exile in the true sense."

Upon hearing this, Alfred's expression changed. The body was going to be teleported away?

Karun calmly asked, "I heard that space also has coordinates. If we search within the initial coordinates, we should be able to find it."

"Heh, but I don't know where the coordinates are, and I don't want to know. No one can know." Old Saman opened his arms and shouted, "Because I just want to end my dog-like life in the most shabby way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Saman beckoned, and the coffin lid floated up. Then, a blue flame suddenly ignited on his body, and then disappeared. In an instant, he cut off all the life functions of his body.

Immediately, the body fell backward and fell into the coffin, and the coffin lid also fell, closing it.

A blue light instantly enveloped the coffin, and a huge star pattern appeared, and then disappeared in an instant, along with the coffin containing Old Saman's body.

At this moment,

In a cave in the Messenger Space, a group of Pamireth Church elders and scholars who were desperately deciphering the notes on the wall were surprised to find that the clues that originally required time and effort to unravel began to rearrange themselves, completely presenting the answers. There were many lost spatial techniques and forging techniques among them.

At the same time,

In the master bedroom of the Pavarro Funeral Society's backyard, a golden retriever was lying in a doghouse, playing with a delicate compass. Rows of pointers on the compass were spinning rapidly with the movement of its paws.

"Woof!"

(He really treats me as a dog!)