savior epic

Chapter 132 Memorial Service

Boom, boom.

The man heard the melodious sound of church bells again.

Leaning on crutches, he limped on the ground, followed the sound of the church bell, and walked towards the tavern step by step.

The door of the tavern was open.

The man reached out to grab the door frame and moved his body inside.

He glanced into the tavern, and there was a group of soldiers in civilian clothes gathered in the tavern, which was not unusual, it was the rest time for the army, and the soldiers toasted and drank, talking nasty words.

Standing at the counter was not the tavern owner of that day, but a working waiter, who was wiping the counter with a rag.

"Beer is free today." The waiter said without looking up.

The man froze.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the waiter raised his head and looked at the man.

"Are you new to work?" the man asked, he had never seen this waiter before.

"Yes, I am the nephew of the boss." The waiter said.

"Oh, where's the boss? Where did he go?" the man asked.

The waiter looked at the man in surprise and said, "It seems that you don't come here often. Uncle has gone to church. Today is my cousin's memorial service."

The man walked up to the counter and ordered a beer.

The waiter immediately stepped out of the counter, opened the barrel, put down the wooden cup, and filled it to the brim.

As he walked over, the waiter said, "Today is the day when my uncle misses my cousin, so the beer is free."

He took his chin and pointed to the soldiers who were drinking indulgently, and said: "Those are basically the cousin's comrades in arms, and they are in the same formation."

"Is it your uncle's youngest son?" the man hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Yes, you know my cousin?" the waiter asked in surprise.

"No, I haven't seen it, I just heard it from your uncle."

"Oh, no matter what, just drink it, you will be charged after today." The waiter pushed the beer in front of the man.

The man took the beer, moved his feet, and walked into the tavern step by step.

Outside the tavern, the boy who was going to steal something looked inside. There were too many people, it was really difficult to get started, so he hesitated and didn't go in.

As the man walked in, the soldiers who indulged in drinking also noticed him, turned their heads, and looked at the man's appearance.

Immediately afterwards, an exclamation suddenly erupted, and a strong man stood up in a corner. He was so excited that he couldn't believe it: "Consul?!"

The man looked up. He had a good memory and recognized him at a glance. He was Almin.

"Long time no see, Almin." The man said hoarsely.

Hearing the exclamation of the "consul", the soldiers turned their eyes over one after another, and those who had seen the consul before also exclaimed one after another.

The man pulled out a chair and sat down slowly between them.

He took a sip of beer, the sweetness of the barley and the bitterness of the wine exploding in his mouthpiece.

"Everyone, long time no see, don't get up for me." The man said.

Those soldiers who were about to get up or had already got up sat back.

"Consul" Armin swallowed, and asked worriedly, "How are you doing?"

"What's wrong?" the man asked back.

"I heard that your health is not very good." Almin said carefully.

The other soldiers will lean forward. The news that the consul's health condition is unclear cannot be concealed. Almost everyone knows about it and is worried about him.

"Yes, I broke a leg." The man said openly, and then stopped talking and changed the subject, "I want to ask you, how is the war going?"

Although Kassel sent people to send battle reports every day during the recuperation days, the man was still a little worried that the deputy consul was hiding something from him because of his health.

"Hey, we executed the king and are going to try his son, consul, you must know better than us," Armin said excitedly, "A friend of mine who was stationed in the front wrote and said that the group of nobles had already It's a mess, all fighting for the king's throne."

Then, the man asked the rest of the soldiers for verification, and then he nodded in relief.

"Consul, we are all waiting for you to recover." Almin took a sip of beer, he could not read but remembered the man's speech, and said, "Look, here is a new world, and there is an old world waiting for you over there overthrow."

"In the free beer?" the man said with a smile.

"Yes, free beer," Almin stood up and shouted to several soldiers. They took a sip of beer and laughed loudly, and then said: "Regard Joe Hull and Joe Hull, respect the great son of the boss .”

The big and small Joe Hull. The man suddenly realized that they seemed to be the eldest and youngest sons of the tavern owner.

Almin sat down again, and he said, "Consul, do you know? Little Joshua also died, and today is his memorial service."

"I heard about it from the boss' nephew."

"Yes, the boss came to the barracks last night and found us from tent to tent." Almin took a sip of beer and swallowed it. "The last time I did this was seven days ago, and that day was little Josue funeral."

"and then?"

"On the day of the funeral, a group of us men were crying, and so was the boss, who almost broke his spine. When he was found last night, he brought two lamb legs and yelled and cursed at the top of his voice, telling us to come today. Congratulations to little Josue."

"Celebrate?"

"That's right. The boss asked us to celebrate his return to the embrace of the Lord. He used his own sacrifice in exchange for victory. He also said a lot, I can't remember. Anyway, he asked us to celebrate."

The man nodded as he listened.

After chatting with the soldiers for a while, the man planned to leave, he wanted to go to the church.

"Goodbye, I should go."

The man put his cane on the ground and walked on it.

"Consul!"

With a bang, Almin stood up first.

The man turned his head.

I saw Armin's lips trembling.

The soldiers around him stood up one by one, staring at the thin back of the man.

Almost at the same time, they raised their right hands and saluted the man in unison.

"Consul, our consul!"

Their voices were trembling and involuntary.

Apart from this sentence, these soldiers didn't know what to say.

"Goodbye, my dear citizen."

The man supported his body with one hand, straightened his body, and returned to the ring salute.

"May God bless you."

The man winked his eyes, turned around, and walked out of the tavern step by step.

He went to church alone.

The bell of the church is very melodious, it is a newly cast big bell, and it echoes from the ground.

The memorial service is a ceremony of remembrance and prayer for the deceased seven days after the burial.

The man was walking down the street, approaching there.

The hiding child saw the man coming out and hurriedly followed behind.

The tavern is not far from the church. Even with crutches and limited mobility, the distance between the man and the church has clearly shortened.

When he came to the white arches of the church, he saw the tavern owner, dressed in civilian clothes, sitting on a pew in the church.

A priest stood on the platform, speaking scriptures of comfort and encouragement.

In front of the bench in the front row, a group of children in white clothes stood under the stage. They stood one by one with their hands behind their backs.

The man walked in lightly and sat down beside the tavern owner.

The tavern owner thought it was some uninvited guest, but he raised his eyes and saw the face of the consul.

He froze for a moment.

But the man said: "Joshul, his name is Joshul, right?"

"Ah yes, Consul." The boss closed his surprised mouth and whispered: "Consul, you can always surprise me."

"Sorry for interrupting your thoughts."

"No, actually not." The boss crossed his fingers, "I'm not in the mood."

"Not in the mood?"

"Yes, the time to be sad is over." The boss straightened his body.

The priest's prayer is almost over, and next, it's time to go to the choir to sing hymns and bless the souls of the dead.

The children were to sing "The Lord Is Above," a hymn often sung at Mass and funerals.

The boss went on to say: "My big and small Joshua, they all left. This is really an unreal thing. I wonder if you have similar feelings."

"I agree."

"Look, it's unbelievable that just a bulletin board announcement that my little Joshua is gone. They're both strong and brave people."

After finishing speaking, the boss turned his face and looked at the consul, his eyes gradually became moist.

"Their blood will be poured here, right?" the boss said word by word.

"I believe," the man paused, "there will be a garden they water here."

The boss breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back on the bench.

The children in the choir, they began to sing in unison, the melody was moving and the voice was crisp.

"Consul, let me tell you," the boss murmured with wrinkled eyelids and trembling lips, "I had a dream the day before yesterday."

The man listened silently, and the beast on his chest crawled quietly.

"My little Joshua, they picked the locks in the tavern, you know, I lock the tavern every night."

"Big Joe's always been so restless, and little Joe's listened to his brother, and they stole all my beer, got too drunk and made a mess of everything."

"Then they crept up the stairs to my door and picked my lock too."

The boss said, with a smile on his wrinkled face,

"They came to my pillow together and shook me awake."

The man looked at the boss in disbelief.

The children in the choir sang the hymns of the kingdom of heaven, recalling the voices of the dead, and sang one sentence at a time.

"Hey, these two bastards are drunk!" The boss scolded with a smile.

The man stared at him and smiled too.

Then, the boss covered his upper lip and nose, his eyes were trembling, and his voice was hoarse:

"They asked me if I was proud of them."

The words stopped here, the boss's voice was hoarse, his lips moved, and he wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know how to say it.

The man asked softly, "What did you say?"

"'Yes, of course there is.' That's what I said."

The boss laughed, tears streaming down his face,
"These two jerks and I were grinning and saying, 'Hey, Dad, I thought you'd never be proud of us.' Two jerks, ever."

After the boss, who had lost two sons in succession, finished speaking, the singing of the children in the choir just stopped.

The last line of that hymn is:

Lord above,
He has suffered

Lord above,
He is still so kind.

The boss gripped the armrest of the bench, stood up with all his strength, and clapped desperately.

The children bowed and nodded to him innocently.

He turned around and smiled at the man:

"So, my son's memorial service is over."

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(End of this chapter)