old dream

Chapter 412 Grand Duke's Funeral

At this time Edmund was in a half-dream and half-awake state.

The real him seems to have left this world far away, and his mind can only receive weak signals, and then make some vague and sleepy responses.

It's just dream talk, so it's also the most real.As if, after seeing Danaro's sky again, he muttered to himself in bewilderment:

Why is the world able to turn a blind eye and continue to operate as usual after I die.

Why did the sun still rise after I died, and the sky was still so bright the next day, and even the morning air in Danaro was only a little warmer than yesterday, and the magnitude was exactly the same as in previous years.

In a panic of loss, Edmund wanted to hug his shoulders, but he couldn't touch anything.By the way, where did my body go?How could it be that the Aisne cathedral was so empty, that there was no one there?The Archduke searched anxiously in the city, and finally found the hot body that could only be manipulated by others in a spectacular parade of floats.But he was even more confused, why is his body here?Because for the next six months at least, the processed body should be displayed in the Aisne Cathedral for people from all over the world to pay their respects.What about the funerals and mourning that had been choreographed to last a decade if they were rushed to the cemetery like this?Why do you wear woman-like makeup on your face?Why use hypocritical flowers to cover the hero's wound on the neck?Looking at that face, Edmund felt a burst of shame, because all this was not from his intention, but someone was expressing their own unspeakable intentions with his supreme body.

He wanted to say to the parade people, don't look at it, it's obviously not me.But he's dead, so he's at the mercy of others.The citizens were sobbing and weeping with painful expressions on their faces, but their bodies kept squeezing in and their eyes stretched out to look.Countless people came here just to find out if the Grand Duke was really dead, or if it was another prank like before.For a few moments, Edmund even hoped that someone would find out that it wasn't him in the coffin, and that the float was filled with fakes, but in the end, there was an uncontrollable scream from the crowd, because someone pointed at the fake Huo yelled frantically:
"It's really him!"

"So he's really dead?!"

It's really him, it's really him... The fake mourning sound stopped abruptly in this scream, replaced by bursts of sincere whistles and cheers, only a few docile and dull women and children remained Weeping, but soon drowned out.The distant and dull salute was fired again, but this time it sounded like something was being celebrated.It's still daytime, but someone has already set fireworks into the sky; even though it's still depressed, some shopkeepers generously serve out free drinks.In this extremely oppressive capital city, an unprecedented carnival just started without warning.People thought it was too slow to knock on doors from house to house, so the fastest boy was asked to run along the street beating with a military drum, shouting while beating: "Edmund is dead! Edmund is dead! "They were like gusts of howling wind, causing people who were skeptical to rush out like ants, with wet tears on their faces, who were overwhelmed and joyfully merged into the whirlpool of people.

Every year in the future, April 34th will never be regarded as the death day of a certain grand duke, but a national day worthy of carnival.Edmund wanted to shout to stop everything that was out of control, but he was dead, so he could only watch helplessly.

He could only watch helplessly as crowds gathered beside the floats, several times or tens of times more than those who mourned him. The guards were dispersed, his body was forcibly dragged out of the coffin, and people poured powder on his face After spitting, the corpse was roped and tied behind the horse, and the whip was raised to let the horse gallop non-stop through the city.People poked their heads out of the window sills to see all kinds of filth splashed on him from the buildings on both sides of the street.As the uniform frayed, his medals and gold tassels were scattered along the way.The sound of military music drums and whips became more and more urgent, and his body was ripped apart on the rough road. The bright red blood mixed with feces was smeared on the ground like a red carpet of blessings.

Bernice, it seems that I am the one who is wrong. After all, they are ungrateful, wolf-hearted bastards.Edmond thought so.Because at some point the radio had started to play cheerful music, the announcer was hypocritically dissuading people from going too far and not being violent.But the police detectives on the street just watched with relief, after all their relatives were among them.On the Municipal Square, the bronze statue designed by Edmund had stood there for some time, but as soon as the Grand Duke passed away, the citizens began to try to demolish it with dynamite and hacksaws.His portraits, photographs, and tapestries were collected from all over the city and set aflame in one fell swoop.

They seem to be the same as they were 300 years ago, and they don't want their descendants to have any memory of this family.But in the face of all this, Edmund could only watch helplessly.

The orgy was hotter and longer lasting than any celebration he had ordered during his lifetime.It lasted from noon to night, and seemed to go on forever.

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In the garden palace at night, another form of carnival is also going on.Bishops, soldiers, business magnates, and ministers gathered in Edmund's main hall, and many more came, as if all who passed by were getting a share of the Grand Duke's death.

Colin listened to their discussion and discussion for a day, and felt a little drowsy.So he got up and left from the main hall, and walked into the dark back garden.Nancy did fight for some rights for the Yemin, but there is another question mark about how much she can have after landing.What's more, after Baidu and the Justus family actually enter the arena, many things may need to be discussed again.

Thinking about the random discussions in the main hall, Colin casually took a walk in the Grand Duke's private garden.In such an emergency, there are obviously not many people who can have his leisurely mind, so there is no one in the huge and beautiful garden.

Maybe even Edmund himself didn't have the luxury to enjoy the night to himself.

But soon, Colin realized that he was wrong, because he was not the only guest in the garden at this time.

In a bed of night lilies, a priestess with a lamp was pruning the newly bloomed bushes.This kind of flower blooms only at night, and she cut it carefully and attentively, as if the upheaval that Danalore had just undergone did not exist.

Colin called out her name in surprise:

"Bernice?"

(End of this chapter)