Chapter 147 Young Master's Funeral
On the way here, the butler told Samuel that the master was unwell and still recuperating, and asked him to attend the funeral ceremony on his behalf and make sure that the guests attending the funeral were satisfied.
At that time, Samuel was only concerned about the fact that Mr. Herman was not dead, and ignored the butler's words "to satisfy the guests" and his tentative eyes.
It was not until he got off the carriage and walked into the cemetery, and saw a group of people in black suits waiting for him around a huge black coffin in the distance, that Samuel realized what he had not been able to see last night and had not had time to confirm from Bishop Cassius just now - that Mr. Hermann's heart transplant seemed to be successful, and he survived, but the price was Arnold's death.
I have to find time to ask Bishop Cassius about the specific circumstances and how he saved me, Samuel thought.
On the surface, Samuel still put on an expression of extreme sadness. He staggered to the coffin and sobbed bitterly for his adopted stepson.
The funeral was unexpectedly simple for Samuel.
It can even be said to be simple.
In the public cemetery in the suburbs, there were only a dozen or so invited relatives and friends, all of whom were familiar faces - they had looked at Samuel with contempt and cold eyes at the banquet last night, and Samuel remembered them all.
It was a cold and drizzling morning, but they remained indifferent. Samuel thought they might actually be smiling beneath their black veils.
In a quiet and solemn atmosphere, guests came up one by one to present flowers, including daisies, olive branches, and purple hyacinths that looked like they were plucked casually from the green belt nearby.
A gloved hand gently touched the coffin, and then the distinguished guests quickly came to Samuel, hugged him, patted his back gently, and advised him not to be too sad - Samuel really didn't feel there was anything to be sad about.
If the ceremony up to this point was still relatively decent, then the meal after the funeral would expose the conspiracy - the butler insisted on calling him over, not to take charge of the situation as he said, but to give him a warning.
Samuel was very sure of this.
The funerals in this world, or in other words, in this small town, are very close to Samuel's impression of Western funerals.
The first thing was the farewell ceremony, but this simple funeral obviously omitted this part. The butler explained that the young master died too suddenly, and the gentleman was recuperating in the mansion, so it was not appropriate to let too many people know about the young master.
The second thing was the burial in the tomb, which was the part just now where Samuel, as the host, accepted the comfort of the guests - the original farewell to the body turned into comfort for the new lady of the mansion. Because there were really few guests attending the ceremony, the coffin was buried early.
Samuel watched with his own eyes as a shovel shoveled handfuls of black soil to completely bury the black coffin. In front of the small hill was the epitaph of the young man named Arnold.
——Your heart is as strong as gold.
This epitaph made Samuel's heart suddenly ache.
He could never forget what happened last night. The same experience of being "heartbroken" made Samuel full of sympathy for Arnold.
Poor Arnold, he was even more talented than his original self [Samuel], but he could not be saved because he did not have a secret admirer like Bishop Cassius.
Samuel sighed.
After this part, everyone took a carriage back to the Consul's residence for the final dinner of the funeral.
It was still in the banquet hall on the first floor, but this time it was not a buffet. Instead, everyone sat at a long table and had lunch together.
Because Governor Hermann was still recuperating, the only person who could be called the master of the mansion was Samuel, the "wife" who had just moved in less than 24 hours ago. Therefore, it was no surprise that Samuel was arranged by the housekeeper to sit in the main seat.
Although he sits in the main seat, it does not mean that he is the one with the most say at the table.
In fact, every guest sitting in the lower seats was more familiar with the mansion than Samuel.
The butler standing respectfully behind Samuel was not supporting Samuel, the new mistress. He was more like a broker hired by this group of people.
Samuel ate in silence, during which he carefully observed the expressions of the guests, watching them gather in groups of three or four and whisper to each other.
Whispering, he looked at himself wantonly.
The moment Samuel finished his main course, steak, and gently put down his knife and fork, he knew that the show was about to begin.
"Dear Samuel." The lady sitting on Samuel's left spoke first, "Please don't be too sad. Mr. Hermann is still here, and everything will be fine. By the way, what is Mr. Hermann's current physical condition?"
Samuel said nothing. He glanced up at the butler—he couldn't answer this question, and he was as curious about Mr. Hermann's condition as the other guests.
But the housekeeper misunderstood.
He bowed and replied, "The master is still recuperating, but this time is different from the previous ones." The butler paused, hinting, "This is probably due to the fact that the lady is a great magician. She is much more outstanding than the previous magicians who have treated the master."
A man sitting in the middle immediately said, "Well, ma'am, when you last saw Mr. Hermann last night, was he okay?"
The butler also looked at Samuel with an eager look.
Thus, Samuel finally understood what was going on - no one present knew the specific situation of Mr. Herman.
I'm afraid the only one who knows the truth is Bishop Cassius.
This is why the butler's attitude towards him was so strange: on the one hand, as the chief steward of the mansion and Mr. Hermann's number one lackey, he was loyal to Mr. Hermann and knew that he, the new mistress, actually had no status at all, so he ordered him to do things so arrogantly; on the other hand, because Mr. Hermann did not appear in front of everyone in a healthy state as soon as before, this time, he was not sure at all about Mr. Hermann's condition, let alone whether Mr. Hermann was still alive. He did not dare to offend himself, the great magician, and was generally more respectful.
There is a reason for his contradictory attitude.
The people present were also unaware of the situation, but it was obvious that they had greater ambitions and were already impatiently urging the butler to test them.
I'm afraid that if I say that Mr. Hermann is dead, they will immediately turn against me and fight with me for the so-called inheritance.
The most difficult thing in the whole thing was that he had no time to inform Bishop Cassius, who was suspected to know everything. Samuel had no idea about Mr. Hermann's specific situation. Just like Schrödinger's cat, as long as the basement door was not opened, no one knew whether Mr. Hermann was undergoing rehabilitation treatment or had become a mummy.
But Arnold was dead—it was highly likely that someone had seen Arnold's body—so Samuel was more inclined to believe that Mr. Herman was still alive, but for some reason he didn't want to contact anyone else in the mansion.
After a long thought, and out of concern for his own safety, Samuel finally replied: "When I last saw Mr. Herman, he was like a new man."
——Having a living heart belonging to one’s own son waiting to be implanted, how could it not be like a new life?
If Mr. Hermann were still alive, he would be the great magician who took care of Mr. Hermann's health. If Mr. Hermann were gone, the first person to suffer would be him, the young widow who had just married into the family, had killed her husband and stepson one after another, and had a huge inheritance.
The housekeeper will definitely switch sides to the relatives' side immediately.
So no matter whether Mr. Herman is dead or not, he now has to live in his own mouth and serve as a shield for himself.
This is exactly the reason why the butler turned a blind eye to his excessive contact with Bishop Cassius - Samuel's status as a great magician is higher than his status as Mr. Hermann's wife. The two of them are not actually husband and wife at all. Samuel is just a role similar to a doctor.
His friendship with the highest-ranking local clergyman was actually a good thing for the entire mansion.
"Is that so... Then you must take good care of Mr. Hermann's health. In fact, ever since he decided to marry you, we knew that you were a person of real ability." Another lady sighed.
Samuel smiled and said, "Of course, I will take good care of the gentleman's health. I will treat his illness every night."
"It's great that you think so! As long as Mr. Herman is here, Golden Town will continue to prosper, and the wealth of the entire continent will be in our hands - of course, you will also have a share."
“Everything for the greater good.”
"For the greater good."
"cheers."
"cheers."
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No one cared about Arnold's death.
At the funeral held in his name, everyone who was related to him by blood, or his father's close friends and relatives, used his death to inquire about his father's health condition in order to gain more benefits for themselves.
In fact, the person who killed him was actually his biological father.
Samuel sighed more and more. He felt sorry for Arnold and also for himself - he himself was poisoned to death by his illegitimate half-brother because of a property dispute.
The only lucky thing is probably that time travel allowed him to live again.
Thinking of this, Samuel gently pressed the corner of his lips with a napkin, using it as a cover-up, and whispered to the butler: "When did Bishop Cassius leave?"
"Madam, Bishop Cassius left just as you left." The butler's tone was much more humble. "Should we send a letter to Bishop Cassius?"
"Well, you go there in person and invite him to dinner at the mansion for me," Samuel instructed.
"Okay, ma'am." The butler agreed.
With a shield, Samuel spoke much more confidently and no longer cared about etiquette. He stood up and left after saying "I'm full".
No one present dared to say anything against him.
As long as Samuel remained the only Grand Mage who knew the state of Mr. Hermann's health, no one would bother him.
After realizing this, Samuel quickly took the initiative.
He returned to his room and before closing the door warned the servant on duty that no one or anything should disturb him in the afternoon.
Then, he plunged into the ocean of knowledge - there were a large number of magic books in Samuel's room, and he had to master the magic knowledge in his original memory that matched the identity of "Grand Mage" as soon as possible.
Nothing is more important than studying right now.
Otherwise, Samuel would not have an easy time in the next few days.
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