Outside the city of Tripolis, the atmosphere was solemn and solemn. Although the whole city was busy and busy before, everyone had temporarily put down their work and came to attend this extremely grand funeral.

The sound of sad trumpets was blown with the sound of the monastery bells. On both sides, the soldiers who were lined up straight and straight in the faces of the soldiers as guards of honor were extremely solemn. No one dared to slack off because this funeral did not belong to one person, but to all the victims who died in the rebellion. For the mourners attending this funeral, those who left them were familiar. Sobbing sounds could be heard in every corner, and people who covered their faces and mourned could be seen in every corner. After all, the funeral was prepared for the living, and they needed a place to vent their sadness. Even if people might temporarily throw their emotions behind their heads due to the hardships in life for a while, they could not remain indifferent.

More and more people came here spontaneously, forming a crowd of people. At this time, everything for the funeral was ready. Carrying the coffin that had not been nailed down by the victims, the priests who had been waiting slowly walked forward and performed the final ceremony for the dead. Because they were too busy, the assistants on the side went up to help apply holy oil to the body. This should have been done before their death, but these dead people could only settle for the second best. If it weren't for Justinian's strict order, many people would not even get these.

But even so, under such a special funeral, some ceremonies still have to be omitted, and the deceased placed the icon of Christ or his Lord's Care in his hands, the garlands on his head and the cross on the front end. After the priests closed the coffin, they could no longer leave more time for the deceased's relatives to miss. The priests walked up, gently shook the bronze bell in their hands, and sang sentimental sings.

At this time, the priest also began to recite in a low voice.

"O God of all spirits and mortal bodies, you have destroyed death and defeated the demon...

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...Because you are the only sinless person, your righteousness will last forever, and your words will be true."

"Come, come, let us be subdued to God, Christ, our king, Amen!"

Echoing the priest, kissed the cross with his lips, and the people who were kneeling down and praying slowly stood up, and the closed coffin was finally carried up by the servant who had been waiting for it to be buried in the cemetery. At this moment, the musicians began to play sorrow music, and the devotees led many animals designated as sacrifices to kill them, mixed their blood with milk, honey and wine, and then sprinkled them around the pile of firewood that had been prepared before.

After all the funeral ceremony was completed, the funeral began to pour sesame oil on the firewood pile, throw various spices, and piled countless laurels and wreaths. The wreaths were so numerous that they not only covered the entire firewood pile, but also stacked thickly around the firewood pile. This was an ancient Roman custom. Although it was not a Christian ritual, it was still reserved in the countryside. People attending the funeral expressed their final respect to the dead in this way.

A flame suddenly came out and spread rapidly. Finally, the entire firewood pile emitted countless winding tongues of flames, and were shrouded in bursts of fragrant smoke like clouds.

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Watching the fragrant smoke rise silently, Justinian appeared in the broken monastery on the mountain outside the city. He was the only one, and did not attend the funeral he should have been to. Instead, he walked silently through the ruins covered with gravel and rubble. Although the rebellion ended, countless old nobles were sent to the judges' table, waiting for them were gallows and prisons, but his heart still could not calm down these days. The guard of Leo, who he trusted the most, was gone, and one of Neusky's arm

The arm was almost destroyed, and the Grand Duke Anastasius was still seriously ill and unconscious, and his life and death were hard to tell, not to mention that many people who followed him left him forever because of his mistakes. Of course Justinian knew that there would be deaths when there was war, but the more he was like this, the more he could not forgive the disaster caused by his negligence. Until now, he felt unfair to meet those who had believed in him since then. Everyone could love him as a hero, but Justinian himself could not.

Never had such depression. Since he was brought here by the Ark of the Covenant, although he had encountered many obstacles, Justinian was in the end, so he dared to take risks, just like he was in a rampant way under the protection of destiny. But this time, he paid a huge price to let down those who believed in him.

At this time, on the other side of the hillside, another group of people were watching Justinian from afar, afraid that he would be unable to think about anything.

"What is Mr. Justinian doing? It has been almost two days here, and I have no food or drink. How can I continue like this?" Arslan stamped his feet anxiously.

"He was just a little bit self-blame. We carried too much on his back, which made him breathless. The halo of the past made him believe in himself too much to accept the cruelty in front of him. But in the end, the little fox who can create miracles in our eyes is just a mortal." Neuski looked at Justinian's current appearance and shook his head. Although one of his arms was lost, the Valangi people actually had no resentment towards Justinian.

"But what should I do? You can't keep watching like this, right?"

"There will always be someone who can convince him, and that boy Justinian is not the kind of guy who is stubborn, so he will naturally want to drive. Don't worry about it." Neuski glanced at Arslan, who was anxious and angry, suddenly saw something, and his eyes lit up. On the mountain road, a carriage slowly drove towards here. From a distance, Neuski saw the person coming in the car, either, or the Princess Odosia who had just finished the funeral.
Chapter completed!