13 Mink Street

The old Saman crawled out of the coffin, and then he stood beside the coffin without going out, his eyes were half thoughtful and half cautious.

Obviously it is a face that has experienced many vicissitudes, but at this time it reveals the restraint similar to that of a baby facing a strange world.

Karen continued to eat the egg fried rice in his bowl, he was really hungry.

The bedroom door was pushed open at this moment, and Alfred walked in, holding a plate of kimchi pickled by Karen himself and a glass of ice water in his hand, and after putting the things in front of Karen, Alfred took a look Old Saman standing by the coffin,

Say hello with a smile:

"Oh, are you awake?"

After saying hello, Alfred turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the bedroom door.

Old Saman began to move slowly, one small step at a time, he came to the bowl of fried rice with eggs, looked at the rice, and then at Karen. When he looked at Karen, his eyes flickered and wandered.

Karen put a piece of pickled ginger into the bowl, put it into his mouth with a mouthful of rice, and asked while chewing, "Can you still eat?"

"I have no idea."

"Then try."

"okay."

Old Saman sat down, picked up the bowl, took out the chopsticks stuck in it, put a mouthful of rice into his mouth and began to chew.

"How about it?"

"A bit salty..."

"Yeah, I still think it's a bit bland." Karen shrugged, "Maybe you're too old to take heavy bites."

"I'm dead, right?"

When asking this question, the old Saman turned his head and looked at the coffin behind him.

He clearly arranged for the teleportation circle to teleport the coffin containing the corpse into the reverse flow of space after his death. As a result, both himself and the coffin appeared in this bedroom.

He was familiar with this bedroom, because he had come in during the day and looked at the old refrigerator.

The coffin that was thrown into the countercurrent of the space and then detained back to the bedroom;

After death, he was resurrected by the "resurrection" technique;

For a moment, the old Saman didn't know how to face the young man in front of him who was sitting on the cushion and eating fried rice with eggs.

Originally, he thought that his captain, Neo, was the one who was really good at disguising, but who knew, this one was the one who hid the most.

"I'm curious, you are obviously dead, but you can still taste the saltiness?"

"Maybe... Maybe it's because my body is better preserved."

"I see, I see." Karen nodded.

The old Saman committed suicide. The blue flame cut off his vitality in an instant, but it also allowed his body to be preserved to the maximum extent, and all organs are still able to function.

But this kind of operation should be temporary and unsustainable. When the spiritual power in the corpse gradually dissipates, problems will gradually appear in the operation of various organs, and in the end, it will completely become a decayed corpse.

"Who... are you?"

Once, Count Recar asked Karen in the same tone after waking up, because in their established cognition, being able to wake up their own existence must be extremely powerful and terrifying.

"You said in your eulogy, unfortunately, there is no chance again, so I gave you this chance."

"..." Old Saman.

His lips muttered a few times, and in the end, the old Saman gave up on asking about Karen's identity, shaking his body, holding the bowl with one hand and rubbing his face vigorously with the other.

Because today was his funeral, Mrs. Lake had put on makeup for him, so the makeup on his face was completely washed out after rubbing.

"My funeral was ruined..."

"No, your funeral was complete."

"However, what's the point of this? Although I don't know why you wake me up, what's the point of giving me an extra three days after the funeral?

After three days, won't I also completely disappear? "

"However, what I can give you is not just three days."

"What!"

"I know that I should have this ability. It's just that I can't do it now, but in the near future, I should be able to give you a longer 'awake' time."

"Give me more time to wake up?"

"Yes."

"This is impossible. The Cult of Kosmos' awakening ability simply cannot do this. Otherwise, the Cult of Kosmos would have been able to rely on the First Knight Order to become the only orthodox church."

The entire church circle knows that the First Knights of Order is a truly terrifying existence, but the entire church circle also knows that the First Knights will not be dispatched until a critical moment.

"I don't have to lie to you. If I want to get something from you, I don't need to cheat."

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Pu'er rode Kevin in.

"Karen, can I make more fish jelly next time, it's not enough."

"Okay, I'll do it another day when I have time."

The old Saman looked at the talking Pu'er, a talking cat, which didn't surprise the old Saman. Talking monsters are very rare, but it's not like he hasn't seen them before.

There are several families in this world that claim to be family belief systems, but in fact they are the existence of monster blood.

"Old man, you're awake." Pu'er greeted the old Saman, it saw the bowl in the old Saman's hand, "If you die, can you still eat? I mean, can you still digest it after eating it?" ?”

The old Saman reached out and touched his stomach, and said: "I can feel it, although it is very slow, but I can still mobilize and squirm."

"Oh, then you can eat more fruit and be careful of constipation."

Pu'er jumped off Kevin, climbed onto Karen's shoulder, stretched out his cat's paw and rubbed Karen's face, saying:

"Are you going to the pottery museum tomorrow?"

"Um, huh? No way."

"What's wrong?"

"Almost forgot, I have to go to Richard's house for dinner tomorrow."

"Oh, it's still important to meet relatives. It's okay. Kevin and I can wait. Anyway, puppets can't be made in a short time. We have to give Mr. Lemar time to purchase precious materials."

"I need to prepare some presents, do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, did you bring a gift when you went to my house?" Pu'er asked.

"No, because for your family, I am the best gift."

Pu'er was stunned, then nodded, and said: "Although this is shameless, it seems to be true."

When Karen and Pu'er were talking, Kevin walked up to old Saman.

Old Saman looked at the golden retriever, smiled wryly, knelt down, and stroked its bald head.

Kevin took two steps back. He always carried a small satchel on his body. At this moment, he took off the satchel, used his dog's paw to grab a compass from the pocket of the satchel, and placed it in front of the old Saman.

So far, the old Saman has not found anything unusual;

until,

He discovered that the dog was using its paws to correct this complex and sophisticated compass!

"..." Old Saman.

Kevin raised the dog's head and looked at the shocked old Saman, it smiled happily.

"You are no ordinary dog!"

Kevin smiled.

"You are a monster!"

Kevin grinned.

Old Saman looked at Karen, pointed at Kevin, and asked, "Is this a monster that understands the rules of space?"

Pu'er, who was sitting on Karen's shoulder, laughed immediately when he heard this, and said: "Although the stupid dog has a low status in our family, if you say it is a monster, it would be too contemptuous of a member of our family.

Get ready, stupid dog, it's time to start! "

Kevin straightened up immediately, raised the dog's head, and the dog's eyes were solemn.

"Old man, listen carefully, standing in front of you at this moment is:

The super-standard god descending ceremony was born,

Guardian of the Goddess Mills,

The enemy of the sea god,

The manipulator behind the disintegration of Poseidon Cult,

The Cult of Order judges the evil god——Raniedar! "

Kevin stretched out one leg, drew a circle in front of him, then bent the dog's head and made a salute.

Old Saman looked at the dog in front of him, then at Pu'er, and finally at Karen.

Karen nodded to him and said:

"It's true, it's an evil god, if you didn't give it the compass to turn it, your coffin wouldn't appear here."

The old Saman opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say now, so he could only continue to open his mouth.

"I know you may need to be quiet now, but there is one thing I have to remind you, you need to make the actual drawings you drew for me during the day, at least make the first coffin so that you can lie in it yourself.

You need to keep it fresh for a while, and I will wake you up after I master the ability to replenish your spiritual power. "

"you?"

Pu'er said: "You are not the first, you are the second. The first one is the prosperous leader of the Allen family, the son of the sea galloping pirate...Recar Allen."

"Is it necessary to add so many titles when saying the name?" Karen looked at Pu'er, "Would it be too ostentatious?"

"This is a sense of ritual, which is indispensable. I even made one for you. It's very long. Would you like to listen to it?"

"Uh, no need."

"I'm the second... There are twelve coffins in total..." Old Saman seemed to have thought of something suddenly, with a shocked expression on his face, this time, it was a complete shock.

Because he realized a terrible possibility about the true identity of the young man in front of him.

"That's the thing." Karen finished his meal and put the bowls and chopsticks on the ground, "I wake you up, you still have three days, if you want to have another chance, you can start making a special coffin now.

Of course, if you refuse, I will not embarrass you. Believe it or not, I have no ability to embarrass you. You will have three days of "light" again, and you can even arrange a teleportation circle for yourself Teleport yourself into the countercurrent of space.

But this time, don't ask a dog to turn your compass. "

"Why should I refuse?" Old Saman smiled, "The me now is actually not the original me, because the me now is just inheriting my memory."

"That's a philosophical question," Karen said.

"Oh, I don't want to debate this issue, I just feel that I am much more relaxed now, because now I have nothing to do with the Pamires religion, and I can be free and casual, right?"

"Yes."

"Do I need to surrender to you?" Old Saman asked.

"I don't need formal surrender." Karen shook his head, "It's pointless to ask this question."

"Yes, it's really meaningless. When you have the ability to awaken and give us continuous awakening, we are already under your control in a sense, but now, I have no choice anyway. Then our rhythm will be fast A little bit, where is the warehouse, have the materials been bought, are the helpers ready, I want to start working now, after I lie in the special coffin, I will have enough time to think and reminisce about everything that happened today.”

"Can."

"Then call your manservant."

"Alfred." Called Karen.

Alfred opened the bedroom door and walked in, looked at the old Saman, and said with a smile: "Your psychological construction is much better than I expected."

"I want to know how did the first one deal with it?" Old Saman asked.

Alfred replied: "He just knelt down."

"..." Old Saman.

"Of course, you don't have to kneel. The young master doesn't like this way. What the young master pursues is equality, equality in personality, because we have the same aspirations in the pursuit of truth.

Come, please follow me now, I have prepared all the materials, we can start working now, after all, your time is limited. "

When the old Saman walked towards the door and passed in front of Alfred, the old Saman said doubtfully: "I remember you used honorific words to me before."

"Well, because you were a guest then."

"Now, I'm a buddy?"

"I prefer to be called a competitor."

"Competitors, compete for what?"

"When you wake up next time, I'll tell you carefully, it doesn't make sense to say it now, does it?"

"Okay, I'll remind you next time you wake up."

"certainly."

Alfred led the old Saman out of the bedroom and into the yard.

Shirley just finished packing the kitchen and came out to go back to her bedroom to sleep:

"Good night, Mr. Alfred, good night, Mr. Saman."

"Good night, Shirley."

"Good night, girl."

Shirley pushed open her bedroom door, walked in, closed the door, leaned against the door, and repeated:

"Good night, Mr. Saman?"

Outside, Peake and Dingcomb had just packed up the mourning hall, and saw Alfred leading the old Saman over, the two guys looked at the old Saman, and then looked at each other.

"I'm sorry to inform you that you will be working overtime tonight." Alfred clapped his hands, "but at the same time, I'm happy to inform you that you have overtime allowance."

Because the bed collapsed, Karen made a floor bunk in his bedroom that night. When he woke up, he sat up and felt his back was a little stiff. He was more used to soft mattresses than hard beds.

After taking a shower and washing up in the bathroom, Karen walked out of the bedroom and first went to the warehouse at the northernmost end of the yard. The knocking noise continued, which meant that they had worked overtime all night.

Karen opened the door and walked in. He saw Pique and Dingcomb drawing lines against the drawings. The drawings were densely packed, and the board in front of them was also densely packed. Both of them had bloodshot eyes.

Alfred was carving the formation according to the position of the drawn line, while the old Saman was in charge of polishing the core components. His hands were always glowing with blue light.

Very primitive handmade pictures, like carpentry work, without the slightest sense of high-end, but many details in it are full of knowledge. Alfred is only wearing a vest, and he is in high spirits. Obviously, on this night, he studied and I have gained a lot.

"Good morning." Karen greeted proactively.

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, master."

The old Saman looked at Karen. After working all night, although he had not been able to straighten out all the information from last night, at least he had sorted out his mood. He looked at Karen and said helplessly:

"You are the most unscrupulous factory owner I have ever seen, no, no unscrupulous factory owner can compare to you in case."

"What's wrong with me?"

"I really didn't expect that the blueprints I drew during my lifetime would be called up to finish them after my death at night. The factory owner just squeezed the working hours of the workers, and you don't even spare the dead."

"Things you design yourself are definitely more convenient and faster to make. Most importantly, the first coffin is made by you, so that the following coffins can have experience and have a higher degree of confidence."

Old Saman rolled his eyes at Karen, and then continued to work at hand.

Karen turned and left, and walked towards the kitchen. At the door of the kitchen, she saw Shirley squatting there peeling garlic.

Xili looked up first, then stood up immediately: "Master, good morning."

"morning."

"Would you like to make your own breakfast?"

"I'll cook some dumplings."

"Okay, master." Shirley squatted down again, but turned around this time, leaving Karen with her back.

Karen was about to boil water in the pot when Mrs. Lake came over and said to Karen, "Someone is looking for you from outside, and his name is Borg."

"okay."

"I let him in?"

"Well, it's my own."

Karen walked out of the kitchen and saw Berg standing at the entrance of the yard, who was carrying a schoolbag.

For a long time, Borg has acted as a liaison between his side and Allen Manor.

"Go to the study." Karen said.

"Okay, master."

After entering the study room, Borg took out several documents from his schoolbag. This should be the business process between Allen Manor and Darkmoon Island that will start soon, but Karen is not very interested in these.

What really interested him were the two letters other than those few documents.

"Have you had breakfast?" Karen asked Borg.

"I'm hungry, young master, I'll go to the kitchen and have breakfast before going back to the manor, hehe."

After Borg left, Karen picked up the first letter, which was signed by Ophelia.

The light blue envelope looks very delicate and exudes a faint fragrance.

"Aha, okay, I caught you!"

Pu'er suddenly jumped out, jumped onto the desk, pointed to the letter from Ophelia in Karen's hand, and continued:

"Look at this envelope, this envelope, this perfume, tsk tsk, this is evidence, evidence!"

"Is this evidence?" Karen asked.

"Isn't that evidence?"

"Then... what is this?"

Karen picked up the second letter. The envelope was pink, with a dark moon drawn on it, and a heart symbol in the center of the dark moon, signed - Bernard.

Pu'er's whole cat froze on the desk immediately,

Shocked:

"He... how could he still be alive!"

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