"John Howlett is our honest and loyal partner."

"Throughout his life, he showed the greatest kindness to his family, friends, and everyone he interacted with. Now he is being laid to rest and the time has come for him to pass away. He felt that wonderful life with the greatest love. When he passes away

He had finished the way and kept the faith. From now on there was laid up for him a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, who judges righteously, would give to John on that day. Not only to him, but also to John

To all who love His appearing. Amen.”

Father Hans spoke his eulogy solemnly and pitifully, and a few crows on the rose bushes howled without blinking, beating the time for the priest's lengthy tone. Elizabeth Howlett's face was pale, with layers of black gauze covering her face.

The black and white colors are so dazzling.

James in his arms pursed his lips tightly and his little face tensed up. He did not cry, but it made everyone who saw this scene even more heartbroken. Such a young child lost his father, but he tried his best

Pretending to be strong made the guests who came to commemorate him hate the devilish gardener even more.

After the ceremony, James was the first to go to the coffin that was about to be filled with soil, put down a sprig of white chrysanthemums, grabbed a handful of floating soil next to it and sprinkled it down, and people came forward one by one to say their final goodbyes.

Mr. Howlett stood far away. After everyone left, the old man picked up the shovel next to him, walked slowly to the tomb, and filled it with soil one shovel after another.

His originally gray hair and beard turned into silver frost, and the trace of kindness and kindness brought by a few years of comfortable life disappeared. As if overnight, he turned into the man named "Bloodmane" again, but

This time the blood redness was caused by my son.

Rose O'Hara looked at James who was following suit in front of her, walked a few steps away from her mother, and took his hand. James turned his head and forced a smile, but did not refuse.

He felt remorseful and guilty in his heart. He couldn't say he had deep feelings for John, but he could feel John Howlett's pure fatherly love. Maybe in a few years, he would truly integrate all his emotions and consciousness into this world.

When time and space pass, I will truly accept this man, even if I know deep down in my heart that this man is not my "biological father."

More importantly, John is a kind man and the most innocent man. He has always believed that his former brother only became depressed because of his wife who died in childbirth and became an alcoholic and a bastard. There may be more disgust and hatred for him.

He was so angry that he probably couldn't believe that Thomas Logan would do this to him even at the moment the bullet entered his body.

James' own careless behavior brought unpredictable consequences, and his unprovoked death is the greatest tragedy.

Several surrounding manor owners seemed to think that the loss of a son in his later years would defeat Mr. Howlett. They became restless after learning the news and began to make provocative actions on the demarcated pasture boundaries. Until John Howlett

When Little was buried, Mr. Howlett showed no reaction, which made more people become active.

On this night after the funeral, Mr. Howlett rode the Black Mountain, with little James sitting in front of him. In front of him was the entire manor land illuminated by torches, with more than three hundred horsemen standing in silence, which was far beyond all the others.

People's estimation of his strength.

Many faces are so familiar, including the watchmen in the manor, the servants, the farmers in the fields, and the guys at the horse farm. These brothers who accompanied Mr. Howlett to build his business stayed with him in another way. They put down their guns and picked up

Picking up farm tools, giving birth to children, and tending the land, but picking up a gun again is just to be yourself again.

"I buried my son today and I have some time to deal with some things. It is unfortunate to encounter such a thing when you are old. Maybe many people thought that I would be lying on the bed calling my beloved son's nickname at this moment and lingering.

, they even wanted to come over and see with their own eyes how I accompanied John. But they didn’t have the courage, they didn’t have the courage to stand in front of William Howlett! Then, let’s go find them and tell them whether I am the original one.

Me, and you! You are still not the original 'wolf pack'!"

He tightened his riding crop, whipped Montenegro hard, and ran out of the manor. The knight behind him followed like a fire dragon. It cut through the night like a hot and dazzling sharp knife...

A night of hurried travel, three towns, seven manors, and 216 lives. For these, Mr. Howlett sacrificed thirty-four brothers. But he never hesitated for a moment from beginning to end, and even kept on

James in his arms showed no resistance at all.

He could feel that the little body of his grandson in his arms was terrifyingly stable. He thought that the child would be trembling all the time, and even begged him to go home and find his mother. And James opened his eyes wide and watched the scenes pass in front of him. Even though

It was a boy who looked to be the same age. His chest was opened and there was no change.

When dawn was about to come, the team finally returned with a bit of exhaustion. Mr. Howlett was suddenly inexplicably afraid that his grandson had been frightened. He regretted such an action with great fear. He was less than twelve years old.

The child had just lost his father and saw such a night of killings. He did not dare to think about it anymore.

"James, Jamie?" Mr. Howlett asked tremblingly. This was the first time he spoke to James that night.

"What's the matter, Grandpa?" James turned to look at Mr. Howlett. Although his grandson was tired after not sleeping all night, his eyes were bright. Mr. Howlett's heart felt heavy when he heard the response.

In an instant, Mr. Howlett aged rapidly like an illusion, and the spine that had been straight these days finally softened.

"I'm sorry, Jamie."

James looked at his grandfather strangely.

"The thing I promised you before was not done well. A very small thing was not done well..." James's heart seemed to hurt at this moment. He grabbed Mr. Howlett's blood-stained gun.

His rough, oily hands shook gently: "Grandpa, it's really not your fault, it's really not." Mr. Howlett rubbed James' soft and thick black hair and said, "Remember all this, deeply

Remember it deeply.”

"I will, Grandpa."

…………

It was not until dawn that Victor Logan found a body covered in crows and unknown birds in the wild valley at the easternmost edge of the ranch.

His approach scared away the little guys who were eating breakfast. The corpse was already in tatters, especially the entire face which had been completely pecked to pieces. It was impossible to distinguish the appearance. There were some carrion and fibers hanging from the two eye sockets. Vic

Duo picked up the body, which was much taller than him, and walked vigorously towards the hillside.

When the red sun was rising, he just climbed to the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, threw the body off his shoulders, and just dug the gravel and soil in place.

He dug very quickly and hard, and his fingers were rotten within a few strokes. However, the thick and long nails seemed not to be affected at all, and they seemed to grow longer.

The fingertips were still bleeding, but what Victor himself didn't notice was that although the fingers were constantly worn and cracked, they always grew back little by little and did not become more serious. In this way, it didn't take long for him to rely on his hands.

A pit deep enough for one person to lie in was dug.

Victor picked up the body next to him, threw it in and filled the hole. He picked around and found some stones, and scattered them on the soil one by one.

"I won't set up a tombstone for you, so as not to have your grave digged up. A bastard like you has no right to use a cross. I don't know what the priest said, so let's do it. Don't ask too much, my

It’s done, Father.”
Chapter completed!