Due to religious beliefs, the burial of the deceased was often chosen near the church, and the location away from the church was a reflection of personal identity. Only higher clergy and nobles in the church were qualified to be buried inside the church.

With the development of these years, the population of the Ryan Empire has shown an explosive growth, and the inherent concepts have been broken one by one with pedantic customs. The burial of corpses is no exception. A large number of corpses are obviously not neat and hygienic enough to be buried around the church. Believers do not want to smell the strong smell of corpses to worship.

Therefore, the government promulgated laws on cemeteries and funerals, building three to five cemeteries around the city of Puston to provide them to the deceased. A large number of civilian bodies were moved to the surroundings of the city, and the church no longer assumed the responsibility for the cemetery.

Of course, if a deceased with noble identities appears, there is also room for corpses to be stored in the church.

The Grants’ grave is in Schotts Cemetery outside the South Town, where Donald arrives at noon.

The rains of the past few days stopped last night, but there was still some potential. The sky was still gray. Donald held a hidden knife stick in one hand and an umbrella in the other. He felt a little weird. The gentlemen who were the same as him nearby did not have this view.

Bouquets and wine, these were sold in shops near the cemetery, and he even saw many hotels.

There is a hotel next to every cemetery, and this sentence is not a joke.

"Sir, go straight forward. When you see the sign of the sign, turn left and walk straight for a while, you can see the Goose Soft Stone Path. Follow the road and walk forward is Schotts Cemetery."

When buying the bouquet, Donald specially confirmed the location to ensure that his memory was correct before continuing to go on the road.

A funeral procession was passing by, with family members in front, followed by priests and relatives and friends behind, ladies wearing black veils, and men wearing black formal outfits like Donald, and vague sobs could be heard.

There is no scene of crying and fighting the world, but more of a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Donald was walking in front of them, but after thinking about the suspect of being blocked by others, he took the initiative to stop on the roadside. When the convoy passed by, he took off his hat to greet him. Several gentlemen in the team looked at him and immediately gave the same greeting after noticing the bouquet in his hand.

After the team passed, Donald followed them forward and walked along the street out of the city of Puston. The street signs followed by a flat and green grassy road. The vegetation ahead was quite dense. The signs of artificial planting should be to ensure the air condition in the cemetery and beautify the cemetery environment.

As soon as he stepped on the soft stone path, a boy suddenly ran over him, wearing a somewhat wide coat, obviously coming towards him.

"Sir, do you know how to get to Cheets Cemetery?"

The boy raised his head, and the gap in his mouth was leaking air when he spoke, but it did not prevent Donald from hearing what he meant.

"Let's go straight here."

Simple response.

"I'm separated from my family. Can you take me there?"

"Of course, just follow me."

I was about to go over and didn't have to carry him on my back, so I agreed happily.

But the speed of moving forward was much slower, and the little boy was not fast, so Donald didn't say much. He was going to visit the grave, not reincarnation, and he should have practiced magic skills at home. Since he had already come out, he didn't plan to go back early today.

Besides, when he left the room this morning, he suddenly realized that being in the room was also an unusual behavior all day long. Infinita has been at home recently...

Thinking about whether to find a place to practice magic skills in the future, I stepped on the uneven goose soft stone path on the ground, and the team in front had stopped a few hundred meters away. Through the gaps between the trees, Donald could see some grey or white tombstones.

"elder brother!"

With a crisp voice, Donald looked up and a little girl was standing on the lawn and calling out to this side.

"Thank you for leading the way, I have to leave."

The little boy next to him trotted away all the way. Donald smiled and continued to walk towards the cemetery. Along the way, he met an acquaintance, the manager of the Street Corner Bookstore.

Cannon Antoine, also wearing a formal outfit, seemed stunned when he saw Donald coming towards him.

"Mr. Antoine, what a coincidence."

They all saw each other, and they couldn't let the old man say hello at this time, so Donald took the initiative to speak.

"Yes, today is the death day of my two friends. Although I am old, as long as I still remember this day, I will definitely come here. By the way, will the "Exorcist Evil" you bought from me last time help you?"

"It's useful, but I don't understand it very much. Although I used to be a religious student, I have been graduating for several months now... It's a bit embarrassing."

The book "Exorcist Evil" has a lot of religious descriptions, and the predecessor may be read. As for Donald, it seems very difficult to read today, and often has to use some basic religious books in his room bookcase to read them down.

"This is true for learning knowledge. Only by studying hard can you find difficulties. If you just browse it briefly, how can you care about the connotation?"

"It seems that Mr. Antoine has a lot of experience in reading this?"

"Haha, it's just the opinion of an elderly person. Next time I have the chance, I will come to the corner bookstore. Reading will never be outdated. In addition, I have recently got some new tea leaves and the taste is very good. I hope you can come and taste it, the sooner the better, otherwise I will be finished by my son and I."

The conversation between the two ended here. Cannon Antoine was going back to his bookstore, while Donald entered the cemetery and found the grave of the Grants.

Surprisingly, it seems that someone has come to worship before him...

Standing in front of the stone tablet with the epitaph engraved, Donald's eyes were locked on the ground, two bouquets of flowers of the same kind, wrapped in white cloth pieces.

Put down what you brought, reach out and pinch a petal, and squeeze it with a little force, and some juice will still ooze out, which means that the two bouquets of flowers will be placed here soon.

Relatives and friends of the former parents?

Donald may not have much thought before looking at the storage documents in the bank. Since he knew that the identity of his predecessor’s parents was not simple, he would naturally think about this aspect.

The content about relatives and friends in Donald's memory did not exist, so he stood up and looked around, trying to find one or two people to stimulate the memory of his predecessors, and then recall some key things.

The person who stimulates memory did not find it, but he did not find anything. A man holding a shovel and bearded was shoveling soil nearby.
Chapter completed!