Just as Roland had guessed, Falcon left.

In the backyard of the church, the old man smiled and fell asleep on the wooden bed.

The townspeople stood in front of the church spontaneously, no one spoke, and it was very quiet.

Only some sensual women were secretly wiping their tears.

The townspeople knew that Falcon had been waiting for this day for a long time. Going to the kingdom of God is the wish of every devout believer.

It's just that for the townspeople, they lost a respected relative and also sent a shelter.

Since Falcon came to Red Earth Town for decades, he has treated the townspeople for free and healed their injuries. It is even to balance the power of Red Earth Town, negotiate with the mayor, reduce some taxes, and make life less difficult for ordinary people.

Life is when Falcon is there.

But he's gone now, and the days to come may be called survival.

The townspeople were confused.

The mayor came, and the townspeople gave way.

Roland came, and the townspeople made way again.

The mayor has a moustache and is a handsome middle-aged man. Leaning on a black cane, he looked at Falcon on the bed with a sad expression on his face.

Although he didn't turn his head, he seemed to sense Roland's arrival. The mayor asked lonely, "Did he tell you anything 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 crumpled white seven-petal flower from his pocket, and placed it on Falken's chest.

Seeing this flower, the expressions of many townspeople became a little weird.

Roland didn't notice other people's expressions, he was a little sad now. In the past two months, Falcon has helped him a lot, and he can be regarded as the leader after entering this world, but he never thought that he would say goodbye so soon.

He was immersed in sadness 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.

It's just that he didn't know that in the country of Holaiwen, in Hongtu Town, this kind of flower is only used when the son pays homage to his father. It is the default custom.

"Bury." The mayor said in a light tone.

The four young men stepped forward and carefully lifted Falken into the white coffin that had been prepared.

Ever since Falcon knew his date of death, he had prepared such a thing by his bedside.

The white coffin was closed and lifted up, and people made way for a passage.

The burial place is in the backyard, where several young people have already established a long pit, and a square stone tombstone has been erected in front of the pit.

The long white coffin was hoisted into the pit, and some women covered their mouths desperately to keep themselves from crying.

The mayor looked up at the sky, and he felt his eyes were sore. At times like this, it's better to be a rainy day than a cloudy day, but now it's a sunny day, and the sun is burning people's heads.

Then the mayor was almost blinded.

This time, Roland didn't follow him, but walked aside, watching the townspeople come from down the mountain one after another, filling the church's backyard, and more people stood in the church's courtyard, silent.

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

After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that the reason he wanted to laugh was because he saw Falken's peaceful smiling face. He was obviously dead, but he smiled so happily that he didn't take his own life as one thing, this old man would really make trouble.

Then he also looked away, since the deceased didn't feel that death was a terrible thing, what was there to be sad about being a living person. It was only after he figured it out that he was still a little depressed, because he would never be able to be like Erken again in the world in the future, and he felt a little lonely thinking of this.

With a long sigh, he was about to leave, but when he turned around, he saw a young man with brown hair and a white robe standing in front of him. The man smiled very gently, looked familiar, and even had a sense of intimacy, but Roland took two steps back subconsciously.

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

ghost? Or stealth?

The young man chuckled lightly: "Why, you don't even recognize me?"

The voice was gentle and familiar... Then Roland's eyes widened. He subconsciously looked back at the backyard of the church, where the white coffin must have been buried. Then he looked at the young man in front of him, not quite sure. Asked: "Falken?"

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

Roland looked around again and found that people hadn't found Falken. Even if someone's eyes swept over here occasionally, he didn't feel anything strange.

"Ordinary people can't see me." The young version of Falcon smiled: "Only people with a certain level of spiritual power can communicate with me."

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

"It depends on the angle! For ordinary people, I'm dead. Because they can't see me, they can't communicate with me, I can't even appear in front of them. In their lives, never again. There is no trace of Falcon." Falcon pointed to Roland's head: "But for professionals like you, I am still alive, but the life form has changed."

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

Then he asked, "What's your plan next? Just wandering the village as a spirit?"

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

"But..." Roland looked around: "How to get there?"

"The envoy of the goddess will come to pick me up, and the gate of the kingdom of God will be opened, and the time should be coming soon."

Roland nodded subconsciously: "Oh."

In fact, he didn't quite know what Falcon was talking about.

"Before I leave, I want to tell you something?" Falcon said with a teasing smile, "Has your practice of magic gone poorly recently?"

Roland nodded, knowing the magic of language is really a headache.

"Mages and warlocks are very different, and they are also very different from our priests." Falcon explained: "Your spells come from an understanding of magical elements, so your requirements for using magic are much higher than ours. Under normal circumstances, if a mage wants to use second-order magic, he has to wait at least until the elite level. You are not strong enough now, but you can already touch the edge of second-order magic, which is already very powerful."

"What should I do then?" Roland asked.

"Learn more first-order magic and lay a solid foundation. You can learn it naturally when you have the strength." Falken said slowly: "Or learn the meditation specialty, which is unique to your mages and can greatly improve your skills. The thinking activity of the mage will strengthen your control over the magical elements. Only by mastering the meditation expertise can you use high-level magic across levels."

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