Although it's a bit troublesome, I can handle it, and that's my promise."

"Trouble?" Karen rubbed his fingers on the bag a few times and tried to continue asking, "Is it more troublesome than the Cult of Kosmos?"

"Actually, the Cult of Kosmos, including the Temple of Order, is not a trouble." Dis said, "In comparison, your grandfather and I are actually the trouble they are having a lot of trouble with right now."

"What about this one?"

"I still don't plan to tell you, but its troubles will end."

"In...two days?"

"Yes, in two days, all troubles will be terminated and everything will be straightened out. When you go to Wien, you can stand on the deck of the cruise ship's business class with Miss Eunice, drinking wine and admiring the sea

scenery.

I will not let my grandson embark on a journey in a state of panic, similar to fleeing."

"Really...can't you tell me, Grandpa?"

"This is the third time you've asked. This is also my third answer. I'm not going to tell you."

"Okay, grandpa."

Karen stood up with her purse and prepared to go back to the bedroom.

Dis said: "Sit down."

"Um?"

Karen sat back down.

Dis took out a candle from under the desk. The candlestick was a black cube. Dis used a match to draw a flame and lit the candle. The candle flame was a normal orange color.

"You just sit here, watch it, and then go out after it burns down."

"Okay, grandpa."

Although I don’t know why, since it is Dis’s request, I will do it.

Dis stood up and walked out of the study.

"Snapped."

The moment the door was closed, Karen saw the orange candlelight in front of him turn blue.

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became...a little depressing.

Gradually,

Karen felt that there seemed to be two pairs of eyes, looking at and looking at him from unknown corners of the study.

Unable to help but swallow, Karen straightened her back straighter and did not choose to look around, but continued to stare at the blue candle in front of her seriously.

…

After Dis walked out of the study, he went straight down the stairs to the first floor. In the corner, a big golden retriever was sleeping.

Hearing the footsteps going downstairs, Golden Retriever opened his eyes, took a look, and closed them again.

Dis walked up to the golden retriever and picked up its leash. The golden retriever got up and shook his body twice. He seemed a little confused and puzzled, but he instinctively did not dare to resist Dis. He was pulled out of the living room by Dis.

He also walked out of the yard.

The rain is still falling;

But there was an exquisite man in a burgundy suit standing at the door. When Dis came out, he held the umbrella over.

The umbrella was deliberately not very big, it could only be said to be very suitable, because it could completely cover Dis, but it would inevitably wet half of his shoulders.

At the door, a limited-edition Suntland was parked.

Escorting Dis to the courtyard gate, Alfred opened the car door. After Dis had entered, he folded his umbrella and sat in the cab.

"Oak Cemetery on the East Side."

"Okay, sir."

Alfred started the car.

Not long after,

Oak Cemetery has arrived.

This cemetery has a cooperation agreement with the Immelais family. Basically, if the customers handled by the Immelais family choose to be buried, they will be placed here.

At the entrance of the cemetery, Alfred got out of the car first, held up his umbrella, and then opened the door for Dis.

After Dis got out of the car, Alfred handed the umbrella to Dis.

"Let's go in together," Dis said.

"Is it appropriate, sir?"

"In a few days, I need you to tell him what you saw and heard tonight."

"Okay, sir."

"It's already very difficult for you to drive here tonight without telling him, and as his grandfather, I won't be very happy if you do things without telling him, even if you are doing things for me.

However, he can understand what I mean, and as long as you don't follow suit in the future, it won't affect your future murals."

"..." Alfred.

Is it really that obvious that I want to be on the mural?

Dis walked into the cemetery, and Alfred followed him with an umbrella.

finally,

Dis stopped in front of Mr. Hoffen's tombstone.

Alfred glanced at the tombstone with some confusion. In this rainy night, did the master miss his deceased friend?

Dis waved back,

Alfred understood and took a few steps back while holding the umbrella.

As for Dis, who lost the protection of his umbrella, the rain did not fall on him, but bypassed him.

At this time,

Black lines spread out from under Dis' feet, and then disappeared collectively under Mr. Hoffen's tombstone.

"By the order of order - I allow you to wake up!"

When Alfred, who was standing behind, saw this scene, he was not surprised at all, but found it a bit interesting.

When other people miss their deceased friends, they can only look at things and miss them, but my master can call his friends up.

There was a breaking sound in the soil under the tombstone, and then the soil began to loosen and then bulge. After it bulged to a certain extent, it began to crack, so it fell away under the erosion of the rain.

Mr. Hofen's head was already exposed above the ground. He looked around first, especially noticing that there was mud everywhere on his face. He couldn't help complaining:

"Dis, can't you wake me up at night on a sunny day?"

Alfred threw down his umbrella, took the initiative to dig Mr. Hoffen out of the soil.

Mr. Hoven began to activate his body:

"After death, this body really can't move naturally. It's so stiff and unfamiliar."

Said,

Mr. Hofen touched his face again:

"Oh my God, how many layers of wax did Mary put on my face? Even the rain and mud can't wash it away!"

Mr. Hofen looked at his clothes again:

"Mason is a good boy. These clothes must be quite expensive. I wouldn't even be willing to buy them and wear them when I was alive."

Mr. Hofen staggered two steps, walked to Alfred, turned his back to Alfred, and said:

"Hey, please help me take out the stapler nails on my head. I said that I feel like I can't close the corners of my mouth when I talk. It turns out that Mary fixed the stapler nails on my back."

"Okay." Alfred helped remove the nails.

Then, Mr. Hofen's old face fell down:

"I regret taking off the nails. It turns out that tight skin is so important for an elderly person, especially an elderly person who has died."

Mr. Hoffen twisted his neck,

"But it doesn't seem to matter anymore, because I'm already dead. Although I feel like I'm still me now, it's actually not me anymore. It's just a me who has retained most of my memories and mistakenly thinks it's still me."

finally,

Mr. Hofen, who had finished his resuscitation and warm-up, looked at Dis, who had been standing in front of him despite being soaked in the rain but not wet at all:

"Oh, Dis, you really mean it!"

Mr. Hoffen moved closer to Dis, and then the rain stopped hitting him.

"I can't maintain my spiritual consciousness for too long, right?" Mr. Hofen asked.
To be continued...