31 What Will Go, Will Go (1/2)

Just as Roland speculated, Falken had died.

The old man was sound asleep on his bed in the temple with a smile on his face.

The villagers spontaneously gathered in the temple. Nobody talked.

Some of the sentimental women were secretly wiping their tears.

They knew that Falken had been looking forward to this day. It was the wish of every pious believer to go to paradise.

But for the villagers, they had lost a revered family member and protector.

During the decades that Falken lived in Red Mountain Town, he had been treating the folk for free and negotiating with the mayor so that the lives of the ordinary people wouldn't be so hard.

Life was life when Falken was alive.

Now that he was gone, the villagers had to struggle to survive.

They were at a loss.

The mayor arrived. The villagers cleared a way for him.

Roland was here. The villagers cleared another way.

The mayor had a mustache and was a handsome middle-aged man. He stared at Falken on the bed sadly, holding his black crutch.

He did not turn around, but he seemed to have sensed Roland's arrival. He asked gloomily, ”Did he say anything before he left?”

Roland stopped and shook his head.

The mayor sighed at the peaceful smile on Falken's face. He took out a wrinkled white flower from his pocket and put it on Falken's chest.

Many villagers had weird expressions on their faces when they saw the flower.

Roland did not notice their looks. He was rather sad. Falken had helped him a lot over the past two months as his guide in this world. He did not expect that he would never meet him again.

Dwelling on his sorrow, he did not notice the other people's behavior.

Besides, Roland found it normal that the living dedicated a flower to the deceased.

He did not know that, according to the custom of Red Mountain Town, such flowers were only given by sons to their deceased fathers.

”Bury him,” said the mayor casually.

Four young men walked forward and carefully moved Falken to a coffin that had long been prepared.

Falken had left the coffin next to his bed when he knew he was dying.

The coffin was closed and lifted. People cleared a way.

Several young men had already dug a pit in the backyard, a square tombstone before it.

The coffin was dragged into the pit. Some women tried to cover their mouths to prevent themselves from crying.