Widow Wang's grief-stricken cries rang out from Hanks's courtyard.
Her voice was piercing and sorrowful.
Just moments ago, Hanks had closed his eyes in her arms, a smile on his face.
His faint breathing abruptly ceased. The rosy color brought to his face by his final rally instantly turned deathly pale, and his hands and feet grew as cold as ice.
The moment Hanks stopped breathing, his skin rapidly aged. In the blink of an eye, it resembled old tree bark weathered by years of blowing sand.
"My condolences."
Wayne had entered the courtyard at some point. At that moment, he represented not only himself, but also An Kai and Chaos City.
After Wayne arrived, the people who had left the courtyard returned one after another. Looking at Widow Wang holding the ice-cold Hanks, they all offered quiet words of comfort. "My condolences."
Standing in the courtyard, Wayne looked puzzled.
The [Necromancer Class Advancement Certificate] couldn't save Hanks?
Could it be that my lord didn't want to save him?
As Wayne stood in the courtyard, looking at the grieving Widow Wang and the dead Hanks, who showed no sign of turning into an undead creature, doubts filled his mind.
He could never fathom or predict what his teacher, An Kai, did.
About half an hour later, the women of the Witch Clan entered the courtyard. Dressed entirely in white, they began making arrangements for Hanks's funeral.
Throughout this, Widow Wang held Hanks's cold "corpse" without moving.
After her outburst of grief, she seemed to have fallen into a stupor. Her eyes were vacant, and she did not react even when others spoke to her.
Hanks's death became a matter of importance among some of Chaos City's leading figures.
The heads of the Spirit Infusion Tower, the Demon-Slaying Tower, the City