According to the laws of the Tresor Empire, the requirements of the "Sun Codex," and traditional funeral rites,
the dead must be buried on the same day.
A taciturn monk from the Moon Church, about thirty years old, stood quietly in the corner of Connie's room, waiting.
Mr. Hood had already been placed in a plain coffin, now positioned in the middle of the living room.
Mrs. Caroline's flower shop was closed for the day, as she wanted to spend more time with Connie, the poor little girl.
At this time, several neighbors on good terms with Mrs. Caroline were sitting on the couch, surrounding Connie in the middle, whispering words of comfort to her.
But Connie's spirits were not high, and she responded sporadically.
Chen Lun watched them, thinking about certain matters.
His future plans lacked a technical talent like Connie, because he needed to establish an organization similar to a Shelter's extraordinary workshop that could continuously produce equipment.
