Chapter 950: Can’t you become a sunkeeper by watching during the day?
Everyone looked at each other.
"Where's Naji? He's out? Where's Gray Stick? Gray Stick can't see anyone. She's now a green elf priest, so who's in charge? Lais, you're in charge. You're the one in charge now." Nigris asked around,
In the end, I found out that only Laisi could show her face here.
"I've been promoted? Oops, you didn't tell me earlier. I've already come back to find someone. Now if I say I'm the person in charge, people will be angry, right? I'll be the person in charge next time. You guys should take responsibility first this time."
Si said happily.
Nigris said angrily: "That's a good idea. You don't need to be responsible anymore. The promotion has been cancelled."
After saying that, he turned to look at the king. The only one here who could barely receive people was the king. We couldn't let the construct Ange do it.
The king took a deep breath, and whoosh, the death aura that filled his body instantly disappeared without a trace, but he still said: "Is the other party a death summoner? Although he can't sense my death aura, he still can't feel it.
He can't feel my anger. This is the biggest problem. If he sees through it, can he be chopped down?"
Negris said distressedly: "How do I know? You are the king. You decide for yourself."
Ange stepped forward, rubbed his fingers, and sprinkled the sawdust on the king's body. After a while, a layer of dodder grew on the leather armor, and it was no longer lifeless.
The king moved for a while and found that it was not affected, so he strode towards the entrance of the cemetery. As he walked, he said: "Okay, I will go see him and if there is any problem, I will chop him down."
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a few minutes ago.
Al, the scavenger, looked at the completely changed mass graves. He stepped on the clean gravel ground in disbelief and said in shock: "Is this really Death Canyon? Why does it feel like a garden?"
The companions were also stunned. The undead summoner Shah who came with them frowned and said: "Are you taking the wrong path? There is no smell of death here."
Al said with a wry smile: "Sir Summoner, we don't know either. I have been burying the dead since I was fifteen years old. It has been more than twenty years now. I can't go wrong with my eyes closed, but
We are also confused, we were here last week and it is like this today, but this must be a cemetery."
"Why are you sure?" Shah asked.
"Look, it says, I know the word 'cemetery' in it, but I don't recognize the rest." Al was a street sweeper for more than 20 years. In addition to dealing with street garbage and poop, he mostly dealt with cemeteries.
Now, I can barely recognize the word "cemetery".
This already accounts for half of the characters he knows, and the remaining half is his name.
Scavengers are the ones who clean the streets. These days, sweeping the streets is a hard job. In addition to dealing with human and animal excrement, smelly fish and shrimps, and drunken vomit, they also have to deal with corpses lying on the streets, and those who freeze to death at night.
Fortunately, in case it was taken out from the sewer channel...
Only those who are extremely poor and have a humble status will engage in the profession of street sweeper. However, compared with sweeping the streets, funeral servicing is the most lucrative job, so people often rush to do it.
After all, even those who die suddenly have some belongings on them. A bare, hairless and tattered coat can be worth a few dollars. If you encounter a windfall, such as gold teeth, gold rings, etc., you will get rich.
No matter how bad it is, there are still people who want the ownerless bodies. For example, this Shah is one of their long-term customers.
But I don’t know what happened this time. The conditions for the corpses that Shah needed were too harsh, so he had to bring them to the mass graves to look for them here.
Shah also gave each of them a bounty of two silver coins, and said that if they found a suitable one, they would be rewarded three silver coins each, so Alting did his best.
Unexpectedly, the mass grave that hadn't been there for a week had changed drastically. Not only was it no longer as eerie, damp and dim as before, but it was paved with gravel, clean and tidy, and the air was fresh. It was like entering a garden.
Seeing them arriving, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy wearing a 'Sabbatical' vest came up to them and greeted them: "Hello, are you here for the funeral?"
Al was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
The little boy said: "My name is Sergey, and I am the trainee night watchman at the cemetery. Please send the deceased to the stone platform."
As he spoke, he led everyone to a stone floor covered with straw mats.
Al and other scavengers were a little confused. What happened? In the past, after pulling over, they just dug a hole in a corner and buried it.
Although the situation was unclear, Al followed the instructions and picked up the body on the ground.
Saiji took out a piece of wood and a string of seals in his right hand, and asked, "What was the name of the deceased?"
Al said: "I don't know, we fished it out of the river."
Saiji took a seal and stamped it: "Do you have family members? Do you have faith? Do you need to hold a death ceremony?"
Al's answer was always 'no', and Sergei stamped a few stamps. Shah couldn't help but look at it and found that there were six spaces on the board, and now they were all 'crossed' seals.
After stamping the seal, Saiji tied the wooden board to the intact parts of the corpse, then rolled up the corpse with a straw mat, and sang in a low voice: "You have stopped breathing, but you are not dead. The soul flame will bring life to you."
Instead, the road to the afterlife, may your soul rest in peace forever."
Shah was a little stunned after hearing this.
Sergey stood up and waved the bell, and with a crisp ringing sound, four planting constructs came over, lifted up the corpse wrapped in a straw mat, and walked slowly, step by step, solemnly towards the depths of the cemetery.
Shah couldn't bear it any longer, so he grabbed Saiji and asked: "Saji Shou... little Saiji, what song did you sing just now? Who composed it?"
Saiji said: "It is a song of rest, composed by the night watchman in the cemetery. Does it offend the deceased?"
Shah said curiously: "We don't know the corpse...the deceased, but if you are offended, how will you deal with it?"
He wanted to say that he didn't know the corpse, but Saiji kept talking about the deceased, which made him feel a little embarrassed. He could feel a kind of respect for the deceased from this kind of address.
Saiji scratched his head: "I asked, if you have faith, you can use your ritual. If not, then I will send him on his last journey, okay?"
"Okay, okay, that's great." Shah said quickly: "So that's what the questions you asked before meant, so why did you use a seal?"
Saiji said with some embarrassment: "I can't read."
"Oh, but you are illiterate, but you ask for the name of the deceased. If there is a name, how do you register it?" Shah asked curiously.
"Print the numbers. If there are family members, give the family members a sign with the same number. Then the family members can find someone to write a tombstone, and we will bury them in front of the grave with the same number." Saiji said.
Shah nodded approvingly: "So that's it. The process is very formal. Do you have people who write tombstones here?"
"Yes." Saiji turned around and glanced, and said, "She's not here now to feed the children, but you don't need to write a tombstone, so you won't call her."
Shah nodded and continued to ask: "How did you become a trainee night watchman? How old are you? Aren't you afraid of seeing corpses?"
Serge scratched his head and whispered embarrassedly: "I am an orphan adopted by sister Laisi. Sister Laisi was recruited by the night watchman. She shamelessly led us to make a living. She said it was an internship, but in fact she gave us a job.
I can support myself with a job, and as for the corpse, as long as it doesn't move, I'm not afraid."
In order to exercise their courage, the king summoned corpses to dance on the graves and asked them to dance together, so they were already immune.
Shah thought he was joking, but instead he admired the night watchman's arrangements and said: "The night watchman is a good man. I want to pay a visit to this night watchman."
Serge couldn't make a decision, but Lais came back from feeding the child, and Serge quickly handed him over to her.
"Visiting the night watchman? The night watchman goes out and comes back to watch at night. That's why he is called a night watchman. Doesn't he become a day watchman if he watches during the day?"
Shah had a black line on his forehead: "That's not what the night watchman meant. Forget it, who is in charge here? I want to see the person in charge. I, the summoner of the undead, Shah Grumman, want to see the person in charge of the cemetery."
Shah's formal introduction by name shocked Lais, and she hurriedly ran to inform him. A few minutes later, the king, wearing leather armor with his head and face covered, came with a planting construct and a construct.