Under Kelly's tough service, the blood-stained sheets had been changed, and Kane's somewhat dirty body was taken into the bathroom and wiped half-by by Kelly. The reason why it was said half-time was because it touched someone. When she was in the bathroom, the pure girl wearing a nun's robe ran out of the bathroom with a blushing face, as if she were a ripe red shrimp.
"The heartbeat is too fast, it doesn't seem like she's just shy... It seems like Sister Kelly's feelings for me aren't innocent either."
I don't know if it was affected by the remaining consciousness of his original body, but Kane felt much better after coming to this conclusion.
After wiping himself casually, Kane walked out of the bathroom and neatly changed into a set of priest clothes.
"Ding-deng-deng..."
Kelly, who had just made up her mind and ran away like a deer, ran back to the third floor again, only to find that Kane had already put on his clothes, so she had to force herself to forget the decision she had just made.
"Kane...Aunt Jessica has prepared some food. Do you want me to serve it to you?"
"No, I'll go down and eat, Sister Kelly."
Smiling and shaking his head, under Kelly's worried gaze, Kane bulged his non-existent biceps and made a healthy and relaxed gesture.
"Pfft... How do you have muscles, Kane? You need to eat more to gain muscle."
Seeing Kelly's uncontrollable expression, Kane also laughed.
The two of them went directly to the first floor. Jessica took off the apron in front of her, holding the unopened can, and greeted the two people who came downstairs to sit down under the helpless (gloating) eyes of Fern and Fries.
"Sardines, tuna, tuna, dogfish, cod, herring... I have been looking for herring for a long time, and the seafood markets are all gone. In the end, I couldn't find any, so I had to use canned herring as a substitute.
Take a seat Kane, I'm waiting for you to take your seat. The starry sky pie is my specialty. This time it costs a lot. You are weak, so you need to eat more. "
"Looking up...looking up at the Starry Sky Sect?"
The smile gradually stiffened, and he turned his neck in an empty manner, looking at the five fish heads that were staring at the sky without any makeup, and his heartbeat gradually calmed down.
He seemed to have seen his future.
Then,
Jessica pried open the herring can, and picked out a relatively 'complete' piece of herring head with a fork amidst the strong odor like a stinky ditch.
As the sixth enthusiastic audience looking up at the stars, Jessica placed the empty dead fish eyes on the soft auditorium, which was quite festive with the blooming of white flowers and hundreds of schools of thought contending.
In a daze, Kane saw a surge of resentment coming towards him. The slightly opened fish mouth kept opening and closing to curse him, and the six pairs of dead fish eyes turned into a life-threatening shadow, constantly impacting him. soul.
"Aunt Jessica...I...I'm a little..."
Another wave of malice towards life came to his nose. Facing the impact that was enough to wash away his soul, Kane's vision went dark and he fell directly into Kelly's arms next to him.
"Kane!!!"
Jessica was stunned and sighed helplessly.
"Kelly, please send Kane back to the room first. He is too weak now and probably doesn't have a good appetite. I will make some soup for him in the evening to recuperate him."
After sending Kane and Kelly away, Jessica looked at the two father and son who had stood up and were about to slip away. The father and son froze.
"Jessica, I...I have a stomachache and I need to go to the toilet."
"Mom, I still have passages from the Holy Book that I haven't memorized. I have to memorize them quickly."
Ignoring the pleading looks of her husband and son, Jessica half lowered her head and smiled kindly.
"My husband, my good son, I don't think you will waste precious food like this, right? This is what I am lucky enough to do..."
Fern and Fries looked at each other in despair, nodded with tears in their eyes, and picked up the knife and fork resignedly...
"yue!"
"Ugh!"
"yueee!!"
"Ugh!!"
"yueeee!!"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Listening to the unexaggerated sound of eating coming from downstairs,
Kelly, who covered Kane with the quilt, hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and decided to go down. However, before she could stand up from the bed, the unconscious Kane gently held her hand.
"Kane?"
Kane, who was unconscious, naturally had no response. Kelly sighed and lowered her eyes slightly.
Fingertips traced across it, and the wooden door that had lost its bolts turned and turned, leaning gently against the scarred door frame, enjoying a moment of tranquility...
…
North District of Celephais City, the gate of the Church of Order branch.
The church guard with a serious expression and equipped with a gun and sword glanced coldly at the old man in dirty black robes who was walking towards him. However, when he recognized the identity of the old man, his face changed and he stood at attention in reverence. His right hand was clenched into a fist. chest.
"Lord Judge Herrag!"
"Um."
Nodding in response to the two young men at the door, Herage, holding a short silver staff, strode into the Church of Order's church.
As a first-level inquisitor recognized by France, Herage has the right to independently travel to any non-forbidden areas of the three major churches. The municipal heresy trial located in the branch of the Church of Order is naturally not included in the list of forbidden areas.
The old man quickly passed through the many guards and arrived at a relatively remote room on the third floor of the church.
Opening the door, Herage dropped the enchantment bag on Nanmu's desk.
The old Mediterranean man sitting on the boss's chair put down the pen in his hand and looked at the somewhat embarrassed Herage with a smile.
"My life is not in vain if I can make you so miserable... Whose unlucky man's relic is this?"
"Fugitive number 232203150463, cursed warlock Nantes."
Sitting on the leather sofa, in order to adjust his sitting posture, Herage rubbed the blood stains on his black robe onto the brown cushions of the sofa. The corners of Stanley's mouth twitched twice as he looked at it.
After thinking about it, he didn't need to wash it himself anyway. Stanley smiled and didn't see anything.
"I remember that his father Wynn also died at your hands, right? What an unlucky family. Now the father and son are reunited."
"The heretics who died in my hands are all in disarray and cannot be reunited."
Stanley: "I'm curious, how did you find your wife?"
Herage glanced at the dazzling stream of light above Stanley's head and said expressionlessly.
"I definitely won't look for a wife like you."
"..." Stanley.
I picked up the enchantment bag and looked at it. They were all cursed items, and most of them corresponded.
Stanley didn't ask if there was anything missing inside. He smiled and put it back under the desk and picked up the pen again.
"The money will be sent to you after approval from above. Is there anything else?"
"There is an injured ghoul warlock who ran away. His name is Herrit. I don't know the number. You can check it.
I guess he is still hiding in Seraphis, assigning me a professional who is good at divination or finding people. "
"To be targeted by the 'priest sue', this Herrit really doesn't know how to live or die."
Smiling and shaking his head, Stanley picked up the landline phone.
"Ask Hathaway to come over and let her do the work."
The sky is a melancholy deep blue.
Because it is close to the Bot Sea in the east, the monsoon in Celephis is always accompanied by the refreshing breath of the sea.
It's the middle of summer, and the frequent rainfall makes people always carry umbrellas when traveling to prevent the nasty water falling from the sky from waltzing on their already sticky scalp.
In such weather, most middle-class families who do not need to run for a living choose to sip a glass of mellow red wine on a comfortable chair and feel the inner peace amidst the patter of rain.
In the third-floor room of the Requiem Church, Kane leaned over the ground and did push-ups with all his strength.
Next to Kane, a little brown-haired girl combing her sister's hair was looking at her sweaty brother with interest.
"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two...Brother Kane, brother Kane, you are so weak, you can't even do fifty."
He leaned on the wooden floor with his arms and took a few breaths, but Kane was not angry at Anna's words.
"Yes, my brother is not in good health, so he needs to exercise more, and he needs Anna's company even more.
Without Anna, my brother wouldn't even be able to make thirty-two. Anna is the source of motivation for him to persevere. "
Facing Kane's doting smile, Anna's baby-fat little face was stunned, then she quickly pouted her lips and turned her head away, lowering her voice a bit.
"Hmph! I'm not my brother's source of motivation..."
After a small retort, Anna handed the towel in her hand to Kane who sat up. Anna quickly regained her cheerful and naughty expression and stared at Kane intently.
"You didn't feel this strong when you were recuperating in bed before, but today I am very sure that Brother Kane, you have changed!"
With a thump in his heart, Kane tried his best to suppress his rapidly beating heart, but smiled calmly on his face.
"Then Anna, tell me, why has your brother changed?"
After looking up and down at Brother Kane in front of her again, Anna's little face showed some uncertainty.
"Unlike the boring gourd-like brother before, he has learned to say nice things to deceive girls, and more! Brother no longer feels as depressed as before, he is just like...well...how should I put it... Yes! It’s like a different person!”
"Kane! Anna! Come down for breakfast! Grandpa Herague is coming back today to perform the resting ceremony, so you two have to prepare early!"
Jessica's loud voice came from downstairs, and Anna stuck out her tongue and waved to Kane.
"I'm going down first~ Brother Kane, who is thin, remember to wear clothes~"
The renovated wooden door was closed by Anna. Kane pursed his lips and stood up, opened the door, and walked to the bathroom mirror.
A handsome but somewhat gloomy face appeared in the mirror.
"I thought that a serious illness could be an opportunity for personality change, but I didn't expect that Anna would see it at a glance. Is it so obvious?"
He patted his face, his brows softened, and the curve of his lips curled up.
The gloomy face became calm and supple, the corners of the lips turned down, and the muscles on both sides of the cheeks tightened slightly.
The gentle face in the mirror suddenly became a little colder and more childish and arrogant than a rebellious boy.
It's not difficult to look like someone who hasn't been beaten up by society. After all, Kane also lived through this in his previous life.
"I am Kane. I am a rebellious sixteen-year-old boy who is proud of the identity of the Constantine family and hates socializing and socializing."
"Gugu~Gugu~"
Kane suddenly turned his head when he heard the sound. On the bathroom window sill, the white-faced owl, which had always been invisible to dragons, flapped its wings and flew away.
"Bai Gugu? When did you come?"
Withdrawing his wary gaze, Kane sighed.
"No one really suspects that their loved ones are possessed by other people's souls, right? This is not a fantasy world where one can seize the body. I just want to be a stable psychological priest who can enlighten others."
…
In the church garden, Herage walked out of the tunnel, pressed the right eye of the bat stone sculpture, and the marble door behind him slowly closed.
Its wings fluttered and landed on the tall old man's right shoulder. The white-faced owl tilted its head and smoothed its feathers with its beak.
"Your grandson is possessed by an unknown demon. The real Kane is probably dead."
His body, which had never wavered before, trembled slightly. The old man's right hand held the silver staff tightly, but his expression remained calm.
"I will confirm whether he is dead or not."
The white-faced owl on the shoulder was still unwilling to give up, and his words were quite dissatisfied.
"I check the front door of your house every day, but you don't believe me?"
"I believe you. If he is really a strange demon, I will personally end his life."
…
Just before 8 o'clock, the rain stopped.
Kane, who ate in a hurry and put on the trainee priest's robe, walked out of the church with his younger brothers and sisters. Trainee nun Kelly, who had just finished washing the pots and dishes, followed Jessica and looked at her with some worry. Kane's face returned to its former cold expression.
Ramos greeted more than a dozen family members of the deceased with forms in their hands, while Fern and Taylor placed the corpse on the green lawn covered with a thick shroud in the cemetery early, waiting for Herague who had not yet arrived. Complete the resting ceremony.
"Family members, the preparations for the burial ceremony have been completed. Please follow me to the cemetery. After the ceremony is completed, you can choose further services or take the body away according to the package content."
Following Jessica, Kane found several young women among the deceased's family members wiping away tears and looking at him furtively. He couldn't help feeling that no matter in the past life or in this life, the appearance that was too outstanding would always be the same. It will bring you such and such trouble.
Occasionally, I also long to experience the life of ordinary people.
The cemetery in the north is not far from the church, and it only took more than 20 minutes for the people walking on the stone path to reach their destination.
Walking into the cemetery, dark cross granite tombstones were neatly arranged in the cemetery. Feeling the solemn atmosphere of death, the young Fris and Anna seemed a little embarrassed.
Thirteen corpses that had already been processed by the undertakers of the funeral home lay quietly on the shrouds, waiting for their true rest.
Generally speaking, the deceased will first try to be sent to the hospital for rescue. After the hospital declares that rescue is ineffective, the church will record the deceased.
After that, someone from the funeral home will take the initiative to contact the family of the deceased. After confirming whether to cremate or bury him, the funeral home's undertaker will make decent repairs to the deceased's appearance. Finally, the qualified priest will come to bury or cremate the deceased. Interment rites will be held before. (End of chapter)
