Kallen helped clean Ms. Annie's body, but he was not Aunt Mary, after all, and could not apply detailed mortuary makeup.
Alfred set up a formation in the downstairs washroom, placed Ms. Annie inside, and activated it. It was an exceedingly simple formation that could beautify and nourish the complexion, so naturally, it could also prevent decay.
Once they finished, Kallen checked the time. It was already morning.
"Young master, would you like to rest?"
Kallen shook his head, glanced toward the upstairs study, and said, "I could have rested, originally."
Kallen did not feel the psychological burden of urgently needing to find that place sooner so he could rescue them sooner;
The problem was that Mr. Pavaro had now entered the final countdown of his life. Leaving him sitting idly in the study, waiting while they slept and rested, seemed a little too cruel.
"Can you keep going?" Kallen asked.
"Young master, you needn't worry about my stamina."
"Then I'll doze in the car."
Kallen went upstairs, opened the door, and entered the study. Mr. Pavaro was sitting behind the desk.
"Would you like to come with us to continue the investigation?" Kallen asked.
"I would."
Pavaro's answer was direct. At the same time, he held out both hands, and two clusters of Black Flames immediately appeared above his palms.
"I have trouble getting around now, but I can still be of some use."
"All right."
"Thank you. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't be so formal."
Puer and Kevin, exhausted after working all night, stayed home to rest. Alfred carried Mr. Pavaro downstairs on his back and settled him in the back seat, while Kallen took the front passenger seat.
The car started, heading for the Tadel Family's textile factory.
On the way, Mr. Pavaro kept gazing out the window.