Records Of Barton’s Fantastical Events - Chapter 116

Translator: Doggotranslation

After the church service, the coffin was sent to the cemetery. Unlike ordinary burial scenes, fewer people were left for the burial ceremony, only three or four middle-aged people in black dresses. After the pastor read the prayers, he looked at his relatives and friends, but found no one else had anything to say, and gestured to the people of the Grande Funeral home.

Matthew instructed the hired farmer to put down the coffin. After the deceased’s relatives and friends sprinkled a handful of soil, he waved, and several sturdy farmers began to fill the grave with the soil…

It was always awkward to watch a stranger’s funeral. The Grande’s people stood far away, waiting for the end of the funeral process. However, Zach and Benjamin have become accustomed to this real job, not just them, but also others.

Matthew has already memorized the funeral process, and Benjamin could watch it without any intervention.

Louise was also familiar with her work. The reception and decoration no longer need Zach to remind her. The ‘Grande’s To-Do List’ that was once only handled by Zach has now been completely handed over to this ‘girlfriend’. In the original reception room, there was also a desk dedicated to Louise.

This change took only one week, a calm and fulfilling week. It was expected that this kind of life would continue for another week before the tide of relocating graves would pass.

Zach tilted his head and looked at Father Constantine coming from a distance, and walked to Father after he signaled to Benjamin.

“Father? What’s wrong?” Zach asked after greeting

Constantine replied, pursed his lips, and smiled apologetically, “The church has just notified the time for the renovation.”

Zach smiled, “It’s okay.” Zach pointed to the direction of the burial ceremony and did not carry on.

Constantine looked at the cemetery where there were more workers than relatives and friends, and sighed helplessly, “It seems that people are a little tired of this formality.”

This week, many people took a rest in the car after attending the funeral in the morning, waiting for the funeral in the afternoon to begin.

What else could they do? When the civil servant Wells selected these people, he followed strict criteria. In Barton Western District, the people who account for only one-tenth of the population had a small social circle. The intensive funerals often took up a few days of their time, and everyone has started to become a little annoyed with this ‘second’ formality.

In Father Constantine’s eyes, there was a hint of sadness and helplessness, making people couldn’t help but want to confess to him.

Zach kept smiling, “Maybe I can give them an excuse now.”

Constantine silently made the sign of the cross before his chest, nodded slightly, and put on a smile, “Mhm, only those people are what the deceased needed.”

The two looked into the distance, there were still those three or four people left to participate in the burial ceremony.

Zach looked back at Constantine, “When will the renovation begin?”

Constantine turned his head and answered Zach’s question, “The people from the church may not be here until next week, but the church has already advised us to close in advance for inspection.”

Zach nodded, This week, reports of church accidents in Barton continued to appear in the newspapers, [St Mary’s Church] had collapsed due to the fracture of the steel bars on the second floor. It was closed after the service last week. The causes of the accidents in different sizes that occurred during worship in other churches had also been investigated, and the result was nothing more than the decay of objects over time.

The large number of people during the worship had triggered these potentially problematic issues, which led to the accident.

During this week, small incidents such as broken seats and falling windows occasionally occurred in various churches. In normal times, those incidents wouldn’t attract much attention, but after a large-scale of accidents last week, such small incidents have become prominent.

The security issue of the local churches created a lot of stress for the church, but their resources were also limited, and could only renovate one by one. So the time set for the Church of God the Son in the Southern District was naturally relatively later than other churches.

“Then when is Father going to close the church temporarily?” Zach asked.

Constantine thought for a while and smiled, “I planned to delay it originally, but now it seems that it will be closed tomorrow.”

Zach also smiled and responded, “Mhm.”

The vampire smiled very sincerely. After removing the church service, the workload would be much less and the time would be reduced by half. This was a good thing for Zach, who didn’t like to “work” much.

While saying goodbye to the priest, the burial ceremony in the distance was also over. Matthew took the workers back, and the Grande’s work also ended here.

The group of people left the cemetery and returned to the Grand House. Louise paid the hired workers, returned to her desk, and started calling. Zach had already told her about the closure of the church, so she needed to notify the clients one by one.

Seeing that Louise has already started working, Zach walked to the kitchen without interrupting her. It was almost noon, and Alice was already preparing lunch. After Louise had a formal job, especially during this period of busy time, she had little time to help Alice.

Zach rolled up his sleeve. He was in a good mood today. He sat at the counter and took the bowl of eggs from Alice’s hands.

“Next page.” Floating on the desk, Ryan said.

Alice had just put down the things in her hand, then she saw Zach leaning over, reaching out and turning a page. Alice turned around, picked up the things again, and continued to get busy.

Zach leaned on this desk, tilted his head, and looked at the brown notebook that was placed beside a pile of vegetables densely packed with pictures and words. Zach looked at Ryan again, the earth-bound spirit’s translucent body was floating, and it could conveniently circle in the air to see the words written in various directions. A translucent finger that didn’t feel real slid along a pattern on the page.

“Again,” Ryan said again.

Zach raised his eyebrows, ‘this guy read that fast?’ Zach, turn another page for him.

“No! Turn it back!” Ryan yelled.

It turned out that he didn’t read that fast. Zach glanced at the anxious Ryan, then turned back two pages.

“Flip back again!” Ryan just glanced at it and yelled again.

Zach propped up a piece of yellowed paper with one finger. Then he took two slices of carrots and stuck them between the pages.

“That’s great!” Ryan yelled to Zach. Then, like a cloth bag flying in the air, it swayed on both sides of the standing paper.

Zach looked at it for a while and shook his head. This was just a simple Soul Trap Spell. After preparing the materials and drawing the spell, anyone could cast it. It was just that the shaman had a way to simplify this process. Spell wrote every step in great detail, but Ryan really had no witchcraft talent, and even such a simple witchcraft would take him so long to learn it.

“Shouldn’t you be learning some cohesion-enhancing spells? What is the use of studying this?” Zach beat with the eggs in the bowl.

“I want to trap something, can’t I! I like it!”

Zach curled his lips and looked at Alice.

The banshee turned her head and shook her head, indicating that she didn’t know what Ryan wanted to do. Zach shrugged and no longer paid attention to him.