What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

The candle lighted by Mr. Wells when he confessed swallowed up all the joys, angers, loves and hates he had confided in the past, and finally turned into smoke under the effect of magic and stored in the bottle engraved with the spell pattern.

It's the most important thing in a funeral ritual, dating back to the medieval "sin-eater" tradition.

At that time, the nobles would hire the poor to eat the food at the funeral, formally "eating" the sins of the deceased, so that the deceased could go to heaven, and most of the earliest vampires were of noble origin, so they retained this custom at the funeral , and then gradually evolved into the present form.

Before death, the deceased will make a final confession for several days, telling all the things in his long life—what should be remembered, what should be confessed, what should be nostalgic—to the wizard who listens to his confession, and the wizard will express these heavy things The past is kept briefly and shared by all the guests at the funeral.

Brewed in wine, flowing in music, spreading like smoke in brightly lit lights, and disappearing like smoke like fog.

The past belonging to the deceased is "divided" by the guests at the funeral, and then the soul that has been burdened for too long can move forward without burden, and will not sink when crossing the river.

And the guests were able to bid a final farewell to the deceased. No matter whether they had conflicts or hatred, they all dissipated in the smoke of confession.

Bansy put down his glass, said his final goodbyes to Mr. Wells in his native language, and rang the bell nearby.

One, two, three.

The guests also said their final farewells in Mr. Wells' mother tongue while the bell was ringing. Bancy lit the hexagram above his head and pushed open the concealed "door". What with the sound of a bell, stepped over the threshold together.

Everyone felt that departure, something that had been wandering through the funeral, spread and shattered in the sound of the bells, and became a distant past that they could not touch.

No one spoke, and all the guests spontaneously lowered their heads, silently mourning the departure of Mr. Wells—even the most out of place gentlemen of the church held the cross hanging on their chests, mourning for Mr. Wells. Sir recited the prayer.

Bancy bent over slightly and drew the pentagram mark on his chest.

Death is one of the greatest mysteries in the world, so when death comes, everything should abandon prejudice and hatred, and pay respect to the existence of death.

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After the silence, the band used soft strings to break the solemn atmosphere occupied by death. The funeral not only meant a farewell mourning, but also a celebration of new life and freedom.

The guests packed up their emotions and smiled again, took the wine glasses from the waiter's tray, and exchanged greetings to make the hall lively again.

The waiters who brought the food and wine into the hall were no longer the pale-faced servants who chased the last puff of smoke in the air to dissipate, leaving only a dead body, motionless. Waiting to be collected into a coffin and buried again in a place of peace under six feet.

The waiters hired by Bancy packed up the stiff bodies of the servants, placed them in the coffins to avoid light, and properly put them on top when the music sounded, swimming among the guests like fish.

Some guests began to dance to the music, gradually dispelling the sorrow and nostalgia brought about by death. Most of the people present were long-lived races. They have faced and will face countless separations and departures, so they are naturally more than human beings. The emotions in my heart are weak, and the ups and downs come and go quickly, and they subside quickly.

Soon the music of the band turned into a cheerful dance music, and Yan Yan's clothes and temples were talking and laughing. If it weren't for the solemn black clothes, no one would have thought that this was the scene of a funeral.

Uther had an untold number of glasses of wine in his hand, and was lazily leaning on the sofa opposite Bancy, humming a weird tune.The two of them sat in a hidden place in the far corner of the hall, sheltered from people's eyes and ears and covered by curtains and vases, like a safe haven from socializing.

Bancy said enough words tonight, he quietly shut his mouth and nestled on the sofa to heal his blood, and he also drank enough wine tonight—in order to allow the guest to "swallow" the confession out of his body better In this way, the wine at funerals is often very strong, and only when you are drunk can you be free and unscrupulous. At the end of the funeral, it is mostly a mess and the floor is full of lethargic alcoholics.

Bancy rubbed his slightly throbbing forehead, and put down the half-full wine glass in his hand.

There was always someone to clean up the mess after the show, and when he passed out, no one was responsible for taking the coffin to the cemetery and burying it properly in the grave that Mr. Wells had chosen himself.

Afterwards, there was the issue of inheritance that was not so easy to deal with. The vampire who lived for 500 years left an extremely rich inheritance, and the wizard who presided over the funeral was also the executor appointed by Mr. Wells.

Just thinking about it made Banxi feel tired ahead of time. The loose silk skirt and the hanging jewelry were heavy and uncomfortable, and his toes also started to feel pain belatedly.

After all, the stiletto heels are eight centimeters high, and no matter how steady you stand for a long time, your feet will hurt. It all depends on the lady education that laid the foundation since childhood to suppress Banxi's urge to kick off the shoes.

Uther half-drunkly stared at Bancy's slender heels, which could be used as a murder weapon, and changed positions in harmony with the melody he hummed, as if he was about to fall asleep wearily.

Bancy knew that he was not drunk now, or that the drive to get drunk had subsided and he was slowly waking up.

"I met an old friend a few days ago." Uther hummed and said suddenly, and Bancy turned his gaze to him, waiting for Uther's follow-up.

To say this out of nowhere, that old friend must have something to do with him in various senses.

Sure enough, the second half of Uther's follow-up sentence was not much different from Bancy's thought: "Well... I can be regarded as an old friend of Bancy girl, they seem to have worked together in some organization, I don't know if you have seen her. "

"She also knew Wells, and she used to have a good time, but Wells always liked his dead lover more, and there were various things, and then things got ugly and there was no connection."

"I thought she would attend the funeral, but I didn't see it. Wells didn't invite her, so I don't know if it is..."

He was rambling on, and Banxi simply helped him finish the most important sentence: "She will come to me."

The reason is also very clear to him, "For the legacy of Mr. Wells."

Whether Mr. Wells is a human or a vampire, he has no officially recorded descendants and bloodline heirs, although he clearly left a will in his deathbed confession on how to distribute his inheritance-all the wealth belonging to the world is left to him The offspring of a lover, belong to the mysterious inheritance and hand it over to the council of elders of the vampire, but the money is touching, and Bancy is not surprised that someone will take the idea of ​​​​this inheritance.

Worldly wealth alone is a great temptation. After all, gods need a temple to be enshrined by glamorous believers. Vampires have accumulated huge wealth for more than two thousand years. Belonging to a mysterious private collection.

You must know that even a brick can be regarded as a cultural relic after 2000 years, not to mention the treasures collected by vampires in the past years.At that time, the mystery had not yet decayed and it was the most glorious era. Banci admitted that when he saw some collections, he couldn't control his heart for a few seconds.

"To be more precise," Uther took a sip of his wine and narrowed Bansy's scope, "it's for the magic cauldron in the legacy."

"We all know Wells has that, you should know better than me."