The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

After the church ceremony, the coffin was sent to the cemetery. ? Eight ▲ one ★ Chinese ▲ Wen Wang www.81zw.com? Unlike ordinary burial scenes, there are fewer people left for the burial ceremony, only three or four middle-aged people in black dresses. After reading the prayers, the priest looked at his relatives and friends. There was no one else to say, and he gestured to the people of Grande's house.

Matthew instructed the hired farmer to put down the coffin, waiting for the relatives and friends of the deceased to sprinkle a handful of dirt, wave their hands, and a few strong farmers began to fill the soil ...

It's always an embarrassing thing to watch strangers' funerals. Grande's people stand far away, waiting for the process to end. But Zac and Benjamin are already getting used to this real job, not just them, but everyone else.

Matthew has memorized the funeral process, and Benjamin can watch without watching.

Louise is also familiar with her work. Reception and layout no longer need Zach to remind you. The "Grand tote" that was only controlled by Zach has now been completely handed over to this "girlfriend". In the original reception room, there is also a desk dedicated to Louise.

This change took only a week, a calm and fulfilling week. It is expected that this state of life will continue for a week before the tomb-moving tide will pass.

Zac leaned his head, looked at Father Constantine who came from afar, and signaled to Benjamin, then walked to the priest.

"Father? Is there anything?" Zac asked after saluting.

Constantine returned the salute, pursed his lips, and smiled apologetically, "The church has just notified the time of renovation.? ● ★ 八 ● 一 中文 网. Www.81ｚw.com ▼"

Zac smiled, "It's okay." Zac pointed in the direction of the burial ceremony, and didn't speak.

Constantine looked at the cemetery with more workers than relatives and friends, and sighed helplessly, "It seems that people are also tired of this form."

During this week, many people took a break in the car after attending the funeral in the morning, waiting for the funeral to start in the afternoon.

What more can we expect, when civil servant Wills selected these people, he came by strict standards. In Barton West, the people who make up only one tenth of the population have such a large life circle. Intensive funerals often occupy them for a few days, and everyone starts to become impatient with this 'secondary' form.

In the eyes of Father Constantine, helplessness brought a trace of sadness, making people involuntarily want to confess to him.

Zac smiled. "Maybe they can be given a reason now."

Constantine crossed his chest silently and nodded slightly, with a smile on his face, "Well, these talents are needed by the deceased."

The two looked into the distance, and the three or four people who remained to attend the burial ceremony.

Zac looked back at Constantine, "When will the renovation begin?"

Constantine turned back and answered Zac ’s question, “The people in the church may not come here until a week later, but the church has suggested that we close in advance and check. August 1? ? "

Zac nodded. This week, 6 reports of church accidents in the city of Barton appeared in the newspaper. [Church of Our Lady of Mary] The collapse of the steel bar on the second floor caused the collapse, which was closed after last week ’s worship. Other churches, big and small accidents that occurred during the service, have also been found to be caused by the fact that the items are old and decaying.

During the week, a large number of people touched these hidden problems, leading to accidents.

During this week, small churches occasionally have small things such as collapsed seats and falling windows. It doesn't matter if it's normal, but after a large-scale accident last week, such a small incident became prominent.

Church security issues oppress the church, but their resources are also limited, and they can only be maintained one by one. The time for the turn of the Saint Child Church in the Southern District naturally comes to the back.

"When will the priest prepare to close?" Zach asked.

Constantine thought for a while and smiled, "I was going to postpone, but it seems that it will be closed tomorrow."

Zac also smiled and said, "Yeah."

The vampire's smile is very sincere, the funeral removes the farewell in the church, the workload is much less, and the time is shortened by half. This is a good thing for Zac who doesn't like ‘work’ very much.

Say goodbye to the priest, and the burial ceremony in the distance ends. Matthew withdrew the workers and Grande's work ended.

A group of people left the cemetery and returned to Grande's house. Louise paid the hired workers, returned to her desk, and started calling. Zac has already told her about the church closure, and she wants to inform future customers one by one.

Zac saw that Louise had entered the working state without disturbing, and went to the kitchen. It was almost noon, and Alice had already started to prepare lunch. After Louise had a formal job, especially during this busy time, she had little time to help Alice.

Zac rolled up his sleeves, and he was in a good mood today. He sat at the desk and took over the bowl with eggs in Alice's hands.

"Turn pages." Ryan floating on the desk said.

Alice had just laid down what she had in her hand, and had seen Zac leaning over and reached out and turned a page. Alice turned and picked up things again and continued to get busy.

Zac leaned his head on the desk and tilted his head, looking at the brown notes placed next to a pile of vegetables, densely packed with pictures and text. Zac looked at Ryan again. The translucent body bound to the earth floated, and he conveniently circled in the air to see the words written in various directions. A translucent finger slides along a pattern on the page without any real sense.

"Turn the page." Ryan said again.

Zac raised his eyebrows. Does this guy look so fast? Zac, turned another page for him.

"No! Turn back!" Ryan yelled.

It turned out not to be fast. Zac glanced at anxious Ryan and turned back two pages.

"Turn it back again!" Ryan just glanced and shouted again.

Zac put a finger on a piece of yellow paper, put the pages up, and then took two sliced ​​carrots, stuck between the pages.

"That's good!" Ryan yelled at Zac. Then, like a bag flying in the air, it sways on both sides of the standing paper.

Zac looked at it for a while and shook his head. This is just a simple soul trap spell. Prepare materials and draw spells that anyone can cast. It was just that the wizard had a way to simplify this process. Siberia wrote every step in great detail, but Ryan did not have any talents for witchcraft, and even such witchcraft required such a long time.

"You shouldn't watch some cohesive spells, what use are these?" Zac fiddled with the eggs in the bowl.

"Can I trap something? Can I!"

Zac pouted and looked at Alice.

The Banshee turned her head and shook her head, indicating that she didn't know what Ryan was doing. Zac shrugged and ignored this guy.