"Heavenly Father who created all things, gives life, and Lord who saves people, we praise you because you have connected us to come here..."
The fat priest in white robe stood by the shallow pit, stutteringly reciting the eulogy. The excessive life of food and wine still made him slack. Unexpectedly, he was already unfamiliar with the business he was familiar with in the past. But even if he recited it wrong, no one here would listen.
come out.
"On this sad day, we come to say goodbye to this brother who also received divine grace. Now he has fallen asleep peacefully..."
There was no scene of gloomy weather and falling raindrops. After coming out of the dark room, the sun was still a bit dazzling. There were only three people present, the priest, the doctor, and the relatives of the protagonist of the funeral.
The person carrying the coffin helped dig the hole, put it in the coffin and left, fearful of the unknown appearance of the deceased. Naturally, there were no relatives or friends to invite. The fluent eulogy was not consistent with this hasty funeral, and even seemed a little bit...
Satire.
Kraft winked at the priest several times, indicating from the perspective of a lay participant whether there was a problem. But the other man stared at the coffin, racking his brains to think of the next sentence, trying his best to prevent the prayer from being interrupted, like in class.
Students who were slapped on the back had no time to observe the reactions around them.
He had no choice but to pay attention to Yin Feng's reaction. Fortunately, she could not see any disgust on the surface. She looked at the coffin and wondered what she was thinking.
"Returned to the arms of the Lord and enjoyed eternal rest." Perhaps because he had found the feeling, the priest's recitation became smoother and his voice became louder, "Heavenly Father has accepted his soul, allowing us to gain from it.
The wisdom of the Lord has seen the end of man, and has seen that the days of death are better than the days of life..."
It really has such a solemn meaning. The round figure looks sacred for the first time, regaining the feeling when holding the holy book in hand, conveying the beauty of another world to the people on the earth.
He spoke faster and faster, more formally and calmly, "Death is the outcome for everyone, and living people will also take this matter to their hearts. This brother's family is loved by the Heavenly Father, because he put his own
Give your heart to the Lord, and ask the Lord to bless his descendants, bless his children, and comfort their sorrow..."
"Because this brother is not dead, but sleeping, waiting for the one who is reawakened. May Heavenly Father bless his brother in the future, and bring peace, blessing, and joy..."
His chest rose and fell deeply, and his lung capacity was not enough after a long paragraph. Adrian raised his head and looked at Yin Feng, and read the last sentence seriously: "And he was able to ascend to the kingdom of the Lord, free from illness and disaster.
The Promised Land, from heaven watching over the people on earth.”
He picked up the shovel, filled the hole with the first shovelful of soil, sprinkled it on the coffin lid, and handed the other shovel to Kraft while breathing heavily.
The two of them worked together to fill the soil back into the pit and smooth it out, leaving the last shovel for Yin Feng to finish by himself.
Although she is young, her hard life has given her good physical strength. She can maintain balance even with a shovel that is a little taller than herself. She can pick out barely a shovelful of soil from the mound, pour it into a small pit, and use the shovel to
Smooth the back.
It was a flat piece of new soil, and the tombstone had not yet been engraved. It was replaced by a thick wooden board with writing on it, which was ghostwritten by Kraft. The deceased himself may not know how to write his name, so he had to spell out a word using natural pronunciation.
However, the name Yin Feng should have been chosen by someone who could read. Kraft remembered how to spell it and added the line "Yin Feng's father" below.
In the words of souls from another world - the death of a person on a social level is complete. Although there are no social relationships worth mentioning, the future of his only blood relative is uncertain, and he is still standing in front of a simple wooden tombstone, not knowing where to go.
Kraft had never encountered such a scene before, and he was not sure whether he should turn around and leave or say something, so he looked at the priest.
And Adrian had not decided on his next move. He only wanted to help complete the funeral, and there was nothing else he could think of.
Their stay may have caused Yin Feng to misunderstand something, or in her mind, all visitors' behavior must contain the meaning of exchange. She stood for a while, realized that the two of them had not left, and broke free from the silence for a long time.
Take the initiative to speak.
"Thank you, may the Lord bless you." After thanking you first, she said confusedly and sincerely, "I will try my best to answer your questions, but he really couldn't tell me anything."
"Oh, forget it." Her performance was too mature, and Father Adrian's words before he came melted into a sigh.
I originally thought that Kraft might have a chance to improve his condition. Even if someone could say a word, it would be a breakthrough and he could point them in the direction. But everyone is dead, so what's the use even if Yin Feng is willing to answer him?
?
Besides, he didn't do this for answers. He greeted Kraft and prepared to leave. The atmosphere here made him feel like he was breathing candle wax, dripping into his trachea and solidifying, leaving him speechless.
The doctor's attention, which was of no use, was still on Yin Feng, and he hadn't moved away from it since just now.
"Do you often cough?" He asked an irrelevant question, which emerged from a line of thought that the priest and Yin Feng couldn't figure out.
"No, I rarely get sick." Yin Feng replied. This kind of question can still be answered. It is not the kind of questions asked to his father lying in bed, and it does not involve materials and mysterious terms that he has never heard before.
The doctor thought for a while and asked, "What about the fever? Do you feel tired every day?"
"No."
If she gets sick often, she may not even be able to survive, let alone take care of an adult.
"Thank you, I've finished asking." Kraft wanted to reach out, but he still controlled the idea of doing a physical examination. This was not appropriate.
Before leaving, he thought about what the priest said on the way, and he rarely estimated the size of his money bag, and found a reason, "Your answer is very useful. As a reward, I can provide you with a job. You can come here."
Find me after church, I will be with Father Adrian during this time."
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, rather than the pale comfort given by being an adult.
Walking back to the main road, the priest stepped back to confirm that there was no one else around, shook his head and said: "If you can't handle this kind of thing, nothing will be done, and there will be one more trouble."
"I know." Of course he knew that there were a lot of things like this that he couldn't see intellectually, and it might even be worse. But when he encountered it when he had the ability, he still felt like he couldn't pass a certain level.
Even if Coop and Kraft wanted to commit suicide, they were still willing to take advantage of it, and it became a natural habit.
"But there's one thing I don't agree with."
"What?" The priest thought that Kraft was going to criticize him from the moral high ground, but he had no intention of refuting. Others were willing to take over the trouble, and it was not like he had never heard a few unpleasant words.
"Today was very fruitful. They told me a lot."
Under the sun, the priest felt a chill on his back. Yin Feng...and her father?
"He had a very serious lung disease, which lasted for a long time, maybe much earlier than when he collapsed in bed." Craft took a deep breath, lifted his ribs and expanded his chest, imitating the horrific corpse.
There were also those nodular lesions distributed in the lungs. He originally thought they were tuberculosis. If so, Yin Feng might be seriously infected, so he couldn't help but ask a few questions.
As far as the results are concerned, half of the possibilities were dismissed by the answer. The possibility of lurking is not ruled out, but Kraft started another line of thinking, which non-infectious diseases can produce similar effects.
It is best to have obvious effects on young adults with good immunity.
"It's not a lung disease that can be transmitted to each other, but another way to cause extensive damage to the lungs. I think it could be inhalation."
It was probably inhaled during work, which caused irreversible effects on his lungs over the long term.
"This thing that hurts the lungs will be... dust, and it is not easy to clean up." In this era, there was no developed industry, and targets were locked in circles.
【pneumoconiosis】
"Mineral dust is also called stone powder. He has been in a place where he needs to breathe heavily for a long time and stone powder is flying. This place can't be a mason's shop, right?"
Adrian looked at Kraft with jaws dropped. The transparency that was pierced by his eyes that night came back again, "Mine..."
"That raw material should be a mineral and needs to be mined in a certain mine."
It may not be the case, and it is not impossible to explain that Yin Feng's father ran a mine for several years before working for the Alchemist. However, Kraft did not think that the Alchemist would hire someone whose breathing was becoming increasingly difficult and whose labor force was weakening.
Therefore, it is more likely that they found this raw material in a certain mine, and the quantity is quite large, otherwise they would not be able to produce a large amount of pure glass.
"But there are so many mines in the entire kingdom, how can we find them?" The area is still not small enough, and Adrian doesn't think they can search them one by one.
"In the past few years, around the time when new glass appeared, this will help us find it." Thinking along the line of thought, the more Kraft speculated, the more logical the cause and effect became. "They found a way to hide the origin of this mine. The real purpose escapes the eyes of people looking for new materials, so they are not so easy to pick out.”
"Coupled with the time when the church's glass wings were completed, this mining area suddenly stopped operating..." Adrian was not stupid. He found another possible characteristic. There would not be too many minerals that fit these two characteristics at the same time.
The idea has emerged, and this is the Solace Port, the favorite place for sailors on the entire Kingdom's waterway. It brings not only flowing money, but also news all over the region, whether true or false, the amount is definitely large enough.
"Bring a few more bottles of wine, and I'll go find those people and ask." There was also a drinking buddy who was all the drunken priests who frequented the captain, so I didn't worry that no one would talk to them.
The only question is, why did that mine suddenly stop operating?