As Roland guessed, Falken left.

In the backyard of the church, the old man was smiling and sleeping on the wooden bed.

The townsmen stood spontaneously in front of the church, without anyone talking, very quiet.

Only some emotional women were secretly wiping their tears.

The townspeople all knew that Falken had been waiting for this day for a long time. It was the wish of every devout believer to go to the Kingdom of God.

But for the townspeople, they lost a respected relative and also led to a refugee.

Since Falken came to Hongtu Town for decades, he has treated the townspeople free of charge and healed the wounds. He even balanced the power of Hongtu Town, negotiated with the mayor, reduced some taxes, and made ordinary people less difficult.

Life is the day with Falken.

But now he has left, and the days ahead may be called survival.

The townspeople are confused.

The mayor came and the townspeople made a clear path.

Roland came, and the townspeople made a clear path again.

The mayor with two beards, he was considered a handsome middle-aged man. He looked at Falken on the bed with a black crutch and looked sad.

Although he didn't turn his head, he seemed to feel Roland's arrival. The mayor asked lonely: "Have you told you before he left?"

Roland stood still and shook his head.

Looking at the quiet smile on Falken's face, the old mayor sighed, took out a wrinkled white seven-petal flower from his pocket and placed it on Falken's chest.

Seeing this flower, many town people's expressions became a little weird.

Roland did not notice the expressions of others, he was a little sad now. In the past two months, Falken has helped him a lot, and he is also the leader after entering this world, but he did not expect that he would leave forever so soon.

He was immersed in sorrow and did not see other people's strange expressions.

In addition, Roland felt that it was normal for the living to offer flowers to the dead.

But he didn't know that in Holevin, in Hongtu Town, this kind of flower was used only when his son paid homage to his father, and it was the default custom.

"Burn." The mayor said in a faint tone.

The four young men walked forward, carefully lifted Falken up and placed it in the white coffin that had been prepared.

Ever since Falken knew his death, he had prepared such things by his bedside.

The white coffin closed and lifted up, and people gave up a passage.

The burial site is in the backyard, where several young people have already controlled a long pit, and there is a square stone tombstone in front of the pit.

The long white coffin was hung into the pit, and some women tried their best to cover their mouths to prevent themselves from crying.

The mayor looked up at the sky and felt his eyes were so irritated. In such a time, it would be better to be rainy or cloudy, but now it is a sunny day, and the sun shines on people's heads hot.

Then the mayor's eyes were almost blinded.

This time, Roland did not follow him, but walked to the side and watched the townsmen come from the bottom of the mountain, filling the backyard of the church, and more people stood in the church yard, silent.

Perhaps it was the reason why Roland attended someone else's funeral for the first time, or perhaps because it was a game, he always felt a little unreal. He was obviously a little sad, but he didn't know why, but he wanted to laugh.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly understood that the reason why he wanted to laugh was because he saw Falken's peaceful smile. He was obviously dead, but he laughed so happily. If he didn't take his life seriously, this old man would really make a mistake.

Then he also saw it openly. Since the dead didn't think death was a terrible thing, what else could he be sad if he was a living person. But after he figured it out, he was still a little depressed because he would never be able to accept this person in the world in the future, and he would feel a little lonely when he thought about this.

He sighed a long time, and he was about to leave, but when he turned around, he saw a young man in brown hair and white robe standing in front of him. The man smiled very gently, looked familiar, and even felt intimate, but Roland subconsciously took two steps back.

Because this young man is translucent, through his figure, he can vaguely see the mountains and forests in the distance.

Ghost? Or invisibility?

The young man chuckled: "Why, I can't even recognize me?"

The voice was gentle and familiar... Then Roland opened his eyes wide, and he subconsciously looked back at the backyard of the church. The white coffin there must have been buried. Then he looked at the young man in front of him and asked with uncertainty: "Falken?"

"It's me!" the young man nodded.

Roland looked around again and found that people did not notice Falken. Even if someone occasionally glanced over here, he didn't feel anything unusual.

"Ordinary people can't see me." The young version of Falken smiled: "Only those who have reached a certain level of mental power can communicate with me."

"Are you considered dead or alive?" Roland subconsciously circled around Falken, full of curiosity: "This is the legendary soul."

"It depends on what angle! For ordinary people, I am dead. Because they can't see me, and they can't communicate with me, and I can't even appear in front of them. There will never be any trace of Falken in their lives." Falken pointed to Roland's head: "But for professionals like you, I am still alive, but my life forms have changed."

Falken's words made sense, and Roland also felt that the other party should be alive, leaving the body and turning into a pure spirit. Seeing that the acquaintance did not really disappear, the little depression in his heart dissipated.

Then he asked, "What are your plans next? Just be a soul wandering around the village?"

"I will go to the Kingdom of God." Falken smiled bitterly: "I remember I told you."

"But..." Roland looked around and said, "How to go?"

"The goddess' envoy will come to pick me up, and the gate of the Kingdom of God will open, and the time should be coming."

Roland nodded subconsciously: "Oh."

In fact, he didn't know exactly what Falken was talking about.

"I want to tell you something before leaving?" Falken said with a teasing smile: "Have you made a bad progress in practicing magic recently?"

Roland nodded. Knowing language is really a headache.

"There is a big difference between a mage and a warlock, and it is also a huge difference from our priests." Falken explained: "Your spells come from the understanding of magic elements, so your requirements for using magic are much higher than ours. Under normal circumstances, if a mage wants to use second-level magic, at least you have to wait to the elite level. You are not strong enough now, but you can already touch the corners of the second-level magic, which is already very powerful."

"What should I do?" Roland asked.
Chapter completed!