Silent Crown Chapter 532: Born to be human

Seven days later, the snow has not stopped.

The holy city, Pushria Cemetery, amidst the silence, a thin snow fell on the tombstone, gently covering the names of the dead in the world, returning to silence.

Only a few dark horse-drawn carriages with no signs parked outside the silent cemetery.

In the lonely cemetery, a few mourners held umbrellas and stared silently at the iron coffin in the tomb.

The young man presiding over the funeral coughed softly and his face was pale.

He wore a black dress, simple and heavy, different in style from any institution in the Holy City, and he did not wear any badge of identity.

In the snowy weather, he didn't hold an umbrella, just added a scarf. The scarf is white, and if the long hair falls on it, there is no difference, as if it melted with the snow.

Just after waking up, Ye Qingxuan refused the doctor's order to stay in the hospital for observation and rest, and prepared the final funeral for Hermes.

He knew that Hermes was definitely not willing to let those inexplicable priests replace God to understand his sins, so he replaced the priest to preside over the funeral.

I don’t know if the boss knows in the afterlife world, whether he will agree.

But if he was still there, he would definitely laugh at his weak thoughts, and then tell him: there is no world after death.

People die when they die.

It's like the lamp burns out and goes out.

There is no transparent villain in the human body, and there is no emptiness created specifically for this villain.

If you die, there will be nothing.

That's why you have to have fun in time while you are alive, so that death will not be a pity.

"This joke is really hard to laugh, boss."

He stroked the tombstone and murmured softly.

"Sir, it's time for you to speak."

Behind him, Ambassador Angelu reminded in a low voice.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and nodded slowly.

As everyone watched, he stood beside the tombstone and unfolded the speech prepared for him. After reading the first line, he couldn't help but laugh, and didn't read it.

"A kind person? Kind and pure character?"

He shook his head, tossed the text of the speech aside, and whispered softly: "Hermes will jump out of the coffin when he hears you make up these nonsense for him, right?"

Amidst all the stunned expressions, he pondered for a moment and said:

"As you have seen, we are here today to mourn the dead Mr. Hermes and to say goodbye to this incomprehensible friend."

"I just saw someone speak highly of his pure soul and noble character. Unfortunately, these virtues are not his advantages."

He paused, glanced at the concise coffin, and sighed softly: "Here is a vulgar and indifferent person buried here, who is not generous, he is stingy in doing good, and has never heard the gospel of the gods. This sniffs.

But at the same time, he has 120,000 passions and evil tastes for the world.

He invested his life's enthusiasm in appreciating the misfortunes of others, and thus obtained full joy and pleasure.

It is disgusting to seek happiness from the misfortune of others.

He has made outstanding contributions to the world and brought well-being to many people, although this was not what he wanted.

He has wealth that we can't imagine, but he has never done anything good with these assets. Instead, he chose to invest in luxury goods and spend them in some inexplicable places.

As far as I know, most people think of him as a **** and hate him deeply. Few people like his character and vicious words. Although he often brings them irresistible help when necessary.

He never wanted to be a good person, nor did he deliberately be evil.

Following his own heart, squandering his talents and gifts, he lived a life that seemed unhealthy to us to the fullest, and set aside some wealth that might not be needed for future generations.

His life, for those of us who are bystanders, may be nothing more than that. "

Ye Qingxuan's eyes droop:

"Now, he is dead.

Death came suddenly, and passed away silently. Although it doesn't fit the sceneries and liveliness he liked before his death, at least it's not bad, and it's far from satisfactory.

He ended his life as a mortal, as he wished.

In this long enough life, he lived more vividly, more freely, and more like alive than anyone else.

I was born and never wasted.

Enough.

For him, there is no more suitable compliment. "

Speech, the funeral speech is about to end.

But Ye Qingxuan never, like other priests, prayed for the soul of the dead to be blessed by the gods.

After a moment of silence, he whispered:

"——His soul belongs to himself.

May he rest in peace. "

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan softly exhaled the breath from his lungs. I felt that a shovel of soil had suddenly fallen in my heart, covering the memory of Hermes, burying him bit by bit.

He is dead.

Ye Qingxuan finally accepted this reality.

In a trance, the sound of applause seemed to come from the coffin, as if the dead in the underworld praised this speech. But when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear it again.

Perhaps the former shaman felt the same way when he presided over the funeral.

Say goodbye to the dead and testify that they were alive.

In silence, Bai Xi shoveled the first shovel of soil and landed in the tomb. The people around also started to fill the soil. In the end, the ground was leveled again.

A flat stone slab was transported over and embedded in the void of the surrounding floor tiles. So there are no traces of the tomb on the ground, only the dark tombstone and the name with the brass pattern on it.

After the silent mourning ended, Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at the old priest standing outside the cemetery.

Albert.

Ye Qingxuan walked over, "Why do you have time to come here?"

"Come and send him off."

Albert glanced at the tombstone and sighed in a low voice: "As the instructor among the three wise men, he deserves a more lofty funeral, and mankind will not forget his achievements."

"He has done so much, I am afraid he just wants to see a more interesting world."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "What's more, he doesn't care how luxurious the funeral is for him. Let him rest quietly."

Albert stopped arguing about this and gave a document to Ye Qingxuan: "This is the investigation report that arrived ten minutes ago. I think you will want to see it."

"Outside news?"

What Ye Qingxuan is referring to is naturally the world outside the holy city.

The holy city is certainly the core hub of the human world, but if all the external territories are lost, then what is the use of the hub?

"The situation is terrible."

While Ye Qingxuan looked through it, Albert said to the side: "The realities of the nations and natural disasters are still not over, I am afraid it will last for a long time.

In the final analysis, mankind still knows too little about natural disasters.

Now, given by the guy who asked the hundred eyes, the world has become completely unfamiliar, and everything has changed a lot, and the terrain in some places has been completely unrecognizable.

We have lost at least 30% of our territory.

And Anglu...there was silence. "

Ye Qingxuan frowned, "Still the fog?"

"Yes."

Albert nodded: "The fog covers everything. With current observation methods, it is difficult to understand what is happening in the fog.

The only thing that is certain is that Westminster Abbey still exists, and the barrier is stable, not so bad that it needs to completely abandon Angru. "

"Isn't the Holy City going to control it?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"Insufficient manpower."

Albert looked bitter: "At present, the power of the Holy City has been distributed to various places. It looked huge before, but when it comes to taking the whole world into consideration, it will still be stretched.

At present, the Knights Templar have all started, and all musicians have been sent to various countries. If there is more energy, we must go to support the desert defense line to the west.

Now in the entire desert area, there is only one team of the Hospitaller Knights, and the battle damage rate has reached more than 40%. It can only be said to be a miracle to be able to hold it. "

"Hospital Knights...Father Bane?"

Ye Qingxuan remembered the area where Father Bann was sent, and suddenly raised his head: "Is he okay?"

"He is fine. He is now the commander of the Knights Hospital and the commander of the Sixth Army. Don't worry. When you were in a coma, he also sent an inquiry. After knowing that you are all right, I didn't contact ~IndoMTL.com~ Ye Qingxuan sneered, "Give a title and let someone die. Is this a consistent routine in the Holy City? "

Albert sighed, "Now there are eight hundred hospital knights following him, and more than three thousand rebels who can go into battle at any time.

Hundreds of mechanical engineers. Six airships, four company's military musicians, and even the Third Institute of Mechanical Engineering followed him there... Ye Qingxuan, this was already enough to capture a small country.

What's more, there is the base camp of the Chainsaw Brotherhood. Are they going to stay out of it? "

Ye Qingxuan was relieved until Albert said so, but soon, he was about to face a bigger problem.

What happened to Anglo?

No one knows what happened in that mist.

Currently, according to the emergency asylum regulations, when Maxwell is unable to contact, all members of the fifth department outside are under the jurisdiction of Ye Qingxuan.

According to Ye Qingxuan's orders, they have been collecting news for a long time outside the mist.

But so far, nothing has been gained.

The area shrouded in mist is like entering the Hades. Xu Jin is not allowed to leave.

There were even people who were lured by the illusion in the mist, walked into it, and never returned.

According to the information in the document, the fog has a certain weird magical nature, which makes people want to approach with difficulty. In just a week, more than 30 people have disappeared, including even knights with determination.

There is no news from Bayer, the head of the Musician Association.

There is no news from the Royal Academy of Music.

Maxwell has no news.

Of course, there is no news from the royal family.

"I see."

Ye Qingxuan put away the file. But Albert was still standing there, motionless.

"One more person wants to see you."

He whispered. (To be continued.)