Mrs. Lake’s workshop;

Karen sat next to her, Mrs. Lake was burying the deceased, with a faint black layer on her body as a protective cover, which was the blessing of Karen's order purification for her.

"Are all alien demons so dangerous?" Mrs. Lake asked in a low voice, "My husband rarely talks about such things to me before. I'm sorry, I'm a little curious."

"You can think they are people with infectious diseases," Karen replied. "At least, a large part of it is like this."

"Are Dora and Doreen considered alien demons?"

"If it weren't for their father being the judge, their ending would be to be purified, that kind of, very thorough purification."

"I see."

Mrs. Lake continued her work, and Karen discovered that her tools might not be as good as Aunt Mary, but in terms of technology, they were not as good as Aunt Mary.

"Madam, how long have you been doing this?" Karen asked.

"My grandmother, my mother, all do this."

"Oh, so that's it."

Karen stood up and began to observe the female corpse that had been initially processed.

The first position to be processed is definitely the face, because other places can be covered with clothes and accessories, but the face cannot.

The meaning of a makeup artist is to let the deceased and his relatives meet each other for the last time. The face here refers to the face.

The two fangs had been pulled down by Mrs. Lake and placed on the tray next to it. At the same time, Mrs. Lake also filled the positions where the teeth were pulled out, so that her mouth could be closed and natural.

The skin on the face was pulled again, because the face was too hideous before death, so it left extremely clear wrinkles. After this treatment, the facial expressions could appear more dignified.

In addition, ten long black nails were cut. When lying in the coffin at the funeral, she would fold her hands on her lower abdomen, and the long black nails would look indecent.

"The most difficult part of the work is over," Mrs. Lake smiled, "The next thing is to put on makeup and clothes."

"Well, it's so efficient."

"Thank you for your compliment."

Karen reached out and picked up a pulled fang, put it in front of him and looked carefully. With the experience of breaking the ring before, Karen also tried to break it with both hands, which was very hard.

Then, he rubbed the tip of the fangs back and forth on the steel bed, making a sharp and sharp sound, but he picked it up again and found that there was no sign of damage to the tip of the fangs.

It must be very uncomfortable to be pierced by this thing in the neck to suck blood.

Karen put down his fangs and picked up a long cut black nail. The black inside the nail was slightly hot when he touched it. Karen knew that this was because there was still a relatively rich pollution left in his nails. It was a bit simpler, that was, the nails were covered with toxins.

All signs show that this is a relatively mature bloodthirsty demon and the grade is not too low.

Because Mr. Hoffen's notes recorded what those bloodthirsty demons looked like, those guys were more like zombies with instinctive obsession with blood.

"There are things that fall when dealing with the teeth and nails. Find a box to put them in. Well, just put them under her hands. This position."

"Okay, I understand what you mean. These things are very important to her, right?"

"Well, but it's more to show that we didn't steal her stuff, and these teeth and nails are of some value."

"Like ivory?" Mrs. Lake joked.

"So that's it."

"Thank you for your hard work, I need to stay up late with me."

"It's not hard work, you are taking the risk of doing her makeup."

"I'm fine. When I was covered with this layer of black, I felt a sense of security and comfort."

At this time, Mrs. Lake looked up at the radio placed on the studio cabinet and asked, "Can I listen to some songs on the radio so that I can put on makeup faster."

"Can."

Karen walked over, turned on the radio, and began to tune the frequency band. After a while, lyrical singing came out.

Mrs. Lake obviously knew what kind of song it was, and she hummed it, and her movements in her hands were indeed much faster.

Karen sat back to his original position. He could not leave here now, otherwise the purification and protection he gave to Mrs. Lake would be interrupted.

Listening to the song and looking at the bloodthirsty demon corpse lying on the steel bed in front of him who was gradually regaining his "youthful appearance", Karen fell into deep thought;

When her husband called, he said that he had heard that Mr. Pavaro was a good person, so he came to ask for help from Pavaro.

Indeed, from Pavaro's perspective, it is difficult not to give her some help when facing a demon who chooses to commit suicide before getting lost in order not to hurt ordinary people, such as a decent funeral.

When she had just "awakened" Mr. Pavaro, Pavaro looked at Anne lying on the ground, and what she remembered the most was her funeral.

Her husband actually didn't know Pavaro, and he could even say he had never contacted him at all, because after answering the phone, he admitted that he was Pavaro, and the other party believed him and could not hear the difference in the voice.

Although the tone is distorted when communicating with phones now, there is still a clear distinction between my voice and Pavaro's voice. I was not wearing a mask at that time and my tone has not changed.

Recently, who told him that Mr. Pavaro is very good and honest and will take this job?

After a little deception, the other party took the initiative to answer the words and confirmed that it was Neo, the captain of the Whip of Order, who told him.

Neo knew them, and when Neo faced his plea, he suggested that he come to Pavaro, and he came;

He didn't even know that Mr. Pavaro actually didn't know the "captain" at all.

Because Neo replaced the newly-dead Tyres and was still working to rebuild this order team, he had no real contact with Pavaro. The only time he met was the cautious clerk around Mion.

So, the whole thing is roughly sorted out;

Before getting lost, the woman chose to commit suicide; the woman's husband asked Neo to give his wife a decent funeral, and Neo recommended him to the Pavaro Mourning Club.

What is Neo's relationship with this couple?

Just help recommend it, or have other purposes?

"Okay, it's done." Mrs. Lake said, putting down the tool.

Karen then realized that she had been thinking for so long that Mrs. Lake had even changed into a clean new set of clothes for the body, a white dress.

“It’s done well.”

"Thank you for your compliment. I want to take a shower first now, okay?"

"sure."

"You are hungry now. When I take a shower, I will prepare a midnight snack for you, so I won't put sauce on it."

"Thanks a lot."

"Not hard or hard."

Mrs. Lake walked to the door, and Karen waved her hand and removed the purified protection from her body.

After she left, Karen continued to sit in her original position.

"Young Master, Young Master?"

Karen heard Alfred's voice on the radio.

"Master, can I come in now?"

"Can."

"Okay, Master, I'm here."

The previous song was played again on the radio.

After waiting for a while, Alfred, carrying a big bag on his shoulder, came to the backyard and saw Karen sitting in the workshop.

"Aren't you just now at the door?" Karen asked.

"No, I was driving almost when I called you, Master."

"Can you control it even if you are so far?"

"I just discovered it recently." Alfred smiled, "It should be the reason I listen to it often, so I found that the distance I controlled the radio was also a lot longer."

"All things are done?"

"All of them have been processed. The scroll has been bought and handed over to Pu'er and Kevin. In the Lemar Pottery Museum, I spent a total of 2,000 order coupons. Not only did I make up for the previous bag, but I also brought back a large bag. Mr. Lemar said that because of the reminder you gave me before, he successfully stocked up a batch of blood spirit powder. Now the price of blood spirit powder on the market has increased significantly due to the interruption of supply channels. He made a lot of money by reselling it, so this time we gave us a cheap price."

"Let's put things at the opposite door."

"Okay, Master." Alfred put the bag over and walked back, "Master, I found out that organization wearing white clothes and holding torches during the day was a group of people who hated illegal immigrants. Their slogan was to use the fire to burn all illegal immigrants who seized their job opportunities and polluted their cities.

There are actually quite a few organizations like this in Vien.”

"Okay, I get it."

Alfred then noticed the corpse on the steel frame bed. When he approached, he immediately said in surprise: "Young Master, is this a bloodthirsty demon?"

"right."

Karen told Alfred everything that happened, including his own analysis.

"So, the young master is now worried about whether there will be any conspiracy here?"

"The conspiracy is not yet discussed. I just wonder about the relationship between Curio and the Bloodthirsty Demon."

"That funeral?"

"The body has been decorated and made up, so I must do it. Since I have agreed, I will do my best to meet the customer's requirements. This is what Dies said at the beginning."

"The midnight snack is ready, huh, who is this?" Mrs. Lake asked curiously.

"Madam, you should remember me. I was injured by the explosion. It was you and your husband who drove me to the hospital in a hearse."

"It's you, are you okay?"

"It's all right."

"Alfred, thank you and your husband for helping you out and in addition, I am the servant of the Master."

"You, you are his servant." Mrs. Lake remembered what Karen said at the beginning. The man in front of her was his boss, but soon Mrs. Lake realized that she didn't need to ask more, and just smiled and nodded, "So that's the case, no wonder, no wonder."

The midnight snack was very simple, with vegetable soup and cheese ham burgers. Karen ate two and drank a bowl of soup.

After packing the plate, Mrs. Lake said goodbye and went back to her room to rest.

Karen and Alfred returned to the workshop;
To be continued...