Karen felt that his uncle must have really fallen in love with the life of the Whip of Order and the feeling of being a teammate with his son.

At this time, Philomena came out, holding a fat man in her hand.

"Plop!"

Philomena threw the fat man to the ground.

"You take him back to the pottery museum and let Lemar have a look. If there is no problem, then it depends on Lemar's attitude."

"I see."

Mr. Eisen stepped forward, mentioned the fat man, checked Karen's eyes, and then led the others away.

Philomena looked at Karen and asked, "Why don't you go with him?"

"Although things have had some twists and turns, from my standpoint, you helped me solve a problem. I should say thank you."

You can't use something that didn't happen to accuse Philomena, even if she was supposed to be the "thug" hired by the fat man.

“Can that pottery studio also make puppets?”

"Yes, the craftsmanship is very good. You can go directly to the shop owner Lemar to order it. If you tell me your name, you can get a discount."

"I understand." Philomena tilted her head slightly, "Do you know my grandma?"

"Well, I don't know you, and I haven't investigated your background."

"Then do you want to investigate?"

"If I have a chance in the future, I will visit your elders." Karen said politely.

Philomena asked: "Are you busy now?"

"It depends on what do you want me to do next?"

"I want to take you home and meet my grandma. She heard about you from me and appreciates you very much."

"Sorry, I don't want to go."

Philomena nodded.

Karen continued: "It's not about you."

"It's okay, my home is not a suitable place for door-to-door visits."

"I didn't mean any offense."

"I'm used to not taking it to heart."

After saying that, Philomena turned and left directly.

Karen picked up the Sword of Areus and walked to his car parked not far away. After sitting in the car for a while, he started the car and went home.

…

It was already evening when we arrived at the funeral home, but what surprised Karen was that there were two unfamiliar cars parked in front of the funeral home.

After getting off the car, I walked into the front hall. There were three men and two women standing inside, all wearing casual clothes, but when I got close to them, I could sense a familiar professional atmosphere from them.

When they saw Karen coming in, their faces were slightly moved.

A woman in her thirties with many freckles on her face walked towards Karen and stretched out her hand:

"Giotto's team, Marlena."

Karen shook her hand: "Karen."

"Congratulations, Mr. Cullen, you passed the final selection."

"Thank you, this is..."

Karen found a stretcher cart behind with a man's body lying on it.

Actually came to do business?

Karen was really uncomfortable with it. After all, her funeral company had been out of business for a long time since the funeral for old Samman.

"This is my captain, Giotto." Marlena pointed to the stretcher.

Karen walked to the stretcher, and lying on it was a middle-aged...an older man with half-white hair, but an angular face and a large build. He should have been a very tough man during his lifetime.

"We have discussed it with your servant before, and your servant has agreed to hold a funeral for our captain."

This customer does comply with the new rules Karen had previously set for the funeral club, which is to save manpower and only accept business that pays with coupons.

"Okay, thank you for your trust, we will hold a good funeral for Mr. Giotto."

At this time, Alfred came out with a booklet in his hand. He first saluted Karen, then handed the booklet to Marlena and said:

"I hope you can discuss the options and detailed requirements in this booklet with Mr. Giotto's family, check the boxes or fill in the supplements, and send them over before the night after tomorrow. After all, it takes some time to sort out the remains."

"Okay, I understand, thank you for your hard work."

Malena turned to Karen again: "Thank you for your hard work."

Karen immediately responded: "This is what we should do."

Marlena raised the booklet in her hand and said, "Then let's go first, captain. The captain will leave it to you."

"Please rest assured."

After Marlena and the others drove away, Alfred called Peake and Dincomb and asked them to push Mr. Giotto into Mrs. Lake's workshop, while Karen and Alfred followed behind.

"Do you have door-to-door business?" Karen asked, "Or did someone introduce you to me?"

"I came to the door by myself. I just had a brief chat with Marlena. I was very happy to learn that before he died, Mr. Giotto took the last issue of "Order Weekly" and pointed to the page where you were reported on the young master.

He praised you as the pride of the York City Order Whip, and then he died holding the newspaper in his hand."

"Why does this sound weird?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't express myself well. It was Mr. Giotto's fault. He was injured and contaminated during a mission. He has been receiving treatment in the church hospital for the past few months. However, because the pollution situation worsened, he took the initiative to request

He signed his consent to die, and yesterday was the day he was euthanized."

Peake and Dincom pushed the body into the workshop and walked out. Karen took off the white cloth covering the body and put his hand on the body to feel it. There was no residual spiritual power on the body. It was obviously

Has been purified.

Being contaminated during a mission is not a rare thing. If it is not dealt with in time or the degree of contamination is relatively deep and the pollution attribute is more difficult, it means that the life of this priest has entered a countdown.

A small number of people will lose their body functions as the pollution worsens. Fortunately, they will end up dead.

However, due to the characteristics of the priests, most of them do not die after the pollution worsens, but become lost, become a new source of pollution, or lose all reason and turn into cruel monsters.

Signing your own death consent is not a cruel thing, but you don't want to end up in that situation, and you want to leave yourself with some dignity.

"His team members thought this was the captain's last wish, and also found out that you work at the Pavarro Funeral Society, so they arranged for Mr. Giotto's funeral to be held here."

"Okay, I understand."

When a normal priest dies, his body will be recycled by the church, but Giotto died due to pollution, so his body will not be recycled. However, after death, according to the usual practice, his body was purified, which was also in his body.

There is no longer any reason for spiritual power to remain.

Such remains have no value for recycling.

"My subordinates will take over this matter. After the funeral plan is made, I will hand it over to you, young master, for review."

"Okay, let's do this first."

"Master, there is also something about Teacher Dai Shan."

"Is it checked so quickly?"

"Yes, Teacher Dai Shan seems to have been in contact with some new ideological organizations recently and will participate in their activities, but those organizations have nothing to do with the church."

"That's good."

"My subordinates will continue to keep an eye on these things."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

…

Lemar Ceramics Museum, underground studio.

A fat man was imprisoned on an erected workbench, with additional restrictions placed on his body. He could only open his eyes to see, but could not move or make a sound.

In front of him, Lemar unlocked the "lock" of his sister's puppet.

After Serena regained her freedom, her first words were:

"Brother, Mr. Cullen once specially came to my room to talk to me and comfort me!"

"Brother, I'm worried about what kind of psychological problems you may have after being locked up in there for so many days. It seems that Mr. Cullen is indeed an excellent part-time psychiatrist."

"Brother, have you forgotten? I have lived in various puppets for many years. Being locked in a puppet is like closing the shop and not going out for a few days. There will be no psychological problems."

"It's fine if you don't have any psychological problems." Lemar walked up to a little boy puppet next to him, reached out and patted his head. He opened his mouth and spit out a crystal carving knife.

Holding this carving knife, Lemar looked at the man in front of him with a smile and said: "I didn't expect that I would put the Yilmaz carving knife in such a conspicuous place because it is very precious to me.

, but it’s just a tool after all.”
To be continued...