Chapter 563 Is it a little strange for the gravekeepers of Blackmoya Cemetery to have a picnic in the cemetery?
The shape of the village is roughly an ellipse with concave shapes from north to south, like a gourd. The church is in the center, and the cemetery and swamp are on the north side. The hunting lodge where we spent the night last night is on the outskirts of the west side of the village.
After passing through the village, they came to the Burak Moya Cemetery.
In the middle, Gray introduced some things in the village from time to time. As a guide, she is undoubtedly excellent.
The Burak Moya Cemetery came into view. There was no sense of solemnity or solemnity there, nor were there any magnificent buildings. It was just a list of tombstones with names and simple experiences written on them.
The rusty iron door was engraved with crow patterns, which looked a little unclear. Mikael looked at it with interest, and then spoke.
"If I remember correctly, the crow is also the symbol of that guy. He turned himself into the form of a birdman. It can only be said that there is indeed a gap in aesthetics between people."
The guy he was talking about was Blackwing Duke, who believed that flying birds were the most perfect creatures.
Aozaki Aoko has never met Black Wing Lord, but has simply heard of his name, so she really can't imagine such a guy.
They entered the cemetery, and all they could see were stone tablets representing the deceased. Although the names and origins were engraved on the stone tablets, the old stone tablets in the depths had been severely worn, and about a third of them could not be identified.
.
If you touch the surface of the stone tablet with your fingers, you can feel the coldness of the stone reaching your bones.
Looking at Mikael's performance on the side, Aozaki Gray rolled his eyes and was considering whether to save this Tanao from Mikael's clutches.
"Eh--?"
Immediately, your tongue will feel a sweet and sweet taste that you have never felt before, and your whole body will simply melt into it.
"It's just mom...you are very tolerant of your requests. With or without your permission...you can eat."
It was precisely because of the absence of those clouds that the sunlight was so harsh. Mikael and Gray Aozaki found a relatively flat and clean piece of grass and prepared to end their picnic.
After a complicated walk around the Burak Moya Cemetery, time arrived at noon very slowly. The thick dark clouds had not yet dispersed, leaving only leisurely white clouds under the blue sky.
"Of course you are kidding."
"Has Mr. Xiang Ningcai been to very few places?"
"……Yes Yes Yes……"
"Hmm..."
Looking at Aoko standing aside, Aozaki picked up the dessert and walked over to Xiangning.
Although having a picnic outside a cemetery may not sound strange, it certainly has a different flavor.
Aozaki Gray looked at Aoko behind her eyes with a smile. You were holding the dessert in both hands and tasting it like a nasty hamster.
………
Hearing Aozaki Gray's words, Xiang Ning's eyes flickered. After a while, you seemed to have made up your mind, then you picked up a piece of dessert and put it into your mouth hastily.
"Why? Does he hate desserts?"
Suddenly Xiang Ning asked,
"——Ehehehehehehe! It's really boring and quick-tempered..."
"Um……"
"But isn't there anything uglier than a cemetery out there? Just stand there, behind your eyes."
After hearing your words, Aozaki Gray showed a thoughtful expression.
You clapped your hands heavily, as if you had some bad idea.
Looking at the dessert behind you, you have never seen it before. It is like a beautiful piece of art. However, you still agree with Aozaki Gray's bad intentions.
"But there's just a cemetery outside..."
When you get Mikael's hand, your head will be higher.
"Come on, how about a cup of black tea? Black tea goes well with desserts~~"
………
Mikael said with a smile, then stretched out his hand and placed it heavily under Xiang Ning's head.
"Mr. Mikael, he, he...is talking about...you, you? Yes, he is joking..."
"How about dessert? He can't try the chocolate sponge cake and the caramel custard. They are all super bad. You highly recommend them!"
"Of course, it can't be said that there are places in that world that you haven't been to that are more rare."
"Yes. Not once."
Aoko hesitated before continuing.
Aozaki asked Xiang Ning very curiously. Aoko must have just stood aside and just watched our picnic. Thinking about that scene, it would be too cruel.
Yes, your first person pronoun has a bit of a Welsh accent, which sounds quite hateful.
Perhaps because he was talking about his field of interest, Aoko's voice became excited for a moment, but then it became particularly high-pitched as if a fire had been extinguished.
"Actually, you have never left that village."
"Oh~~ Are you talking about great reasoning? The most classic one is probably not Sherlock Holmes."
However, this place is unexpectedly clean. It should be because the tombkeeper named Biersak or the man did not clean it carelessly.
"I'm looking for it, it's just outside."
"Not even once?"
"It must be just a little secretly eaten. It has nothing to do with it. Besides, as long as you eight tell him about it, his mother will know about it."
………
A harsh sound suddenly sounded, but was interrupted soon after.
"Well, you hate detective stories, which are usually classical..."
"Ah, there are no libraries and merchants coming here with few goods on a regular basis. You have been looking forward to the day when we come since you were a kid!"
Qingzi exclaimed, and his fair face suddenly turned red, almost dripping with blood. You lowered your head and looked at your toes.
It's just that your acting skills are really too immature, and it looks like you have nothing special about yourself other than being there for the moment.
"Library. Is he reading?"
"How about it, did you lie to him?"
"..."
Qingzi looked at you, Mikael, with understanding, then turned around and looked at Qi Zhou, trying to find the ugly thing I said.
"...I'm sorry, I'm just talking about my own business." It's just that the agreement didn't sound firm, and there was no such hesitation at all.
"Gone--!"
"Hmm, it's not "A Study in Scarlet" that you hate the most. You also hate Edgar Allan Poe's short stories. This kind of suspense mixed with fantasy plots is very boring to read, not even Agatha's.
"Someone Survived"..."
And is it true that no one travels outside the cemetery? It’s strange no matter how you think about it.
Soon we were chatting while drinking black tea and tasting desserts. Aoko seemed to be less present. Maybe it was because of the desserts, which can bring people happiness and self-confidence.
The gray hood swayed up and down.
Qingzi seemed to be shaking something violently on the narrow hood, making a crisp sound, and then you waved your hands in a panic, trying to pretend to be serious and clearing your throat.
Qingzi said loudly, just like you said, it's just a complicated cemetery outside. Although it doesn't have such a small name, it doesn't look the same as my cemetery.