"Stay alert. Don't let your guard down."
The gravekeeper's gaze was sharp as he led Paul around the cemetery, but he found nothing unusual.
"Hopefully nothing happens, or all those years of building my reputation will go down the drain!"
Chapter 222: The Black Knight's grave was dug up
It gradually grew toward evening.
Beneath the sunset's glow.
A carriage passed through the woods and hurriedly stopped at the entrance to Dawn Cemetery. An old man who looked like a butler then climbed out, carrying a piece of black cloth, and rushed into the cemetery.
Bang, bang, bang...!
The old man pounded urgently on the door of the wooden hut at the cemetery entrance.
The wooden door soon opened. The gravekeeper was quite surprised to see the old man, but before he could ask any questions, the old man placed the black cloth in his hands.
The gravekeeper seemed to realize something, and his pupils contracted. The next second, he heard the old man say breathlessly:
"Sir, your mother... has passed away."
The gravekeeper thought he had misheard, so he asked for confirmation.
The old butler sighed, his solemn, serious expression crushing the gravekeeper's last hope.
The gravekeeper had thought he was long accustomed to life and death, but at that moment, hearing the news of his mother's passing, grief suddenly welled up within him.
"H-how could that be? Mother was still in good health. She was singing in the garden just yesterday...!"
"Well... after lunch, while your mother was watering the flowers in the garden, a small stone that flew in from outside the courtyard struck her on the head... The police said it might have been a child's prank."
"Damn it!"
The gravekeeper's face darkened. Clutching the black cloth, he rushed out of the wooden hut and ran