As he laughed, Kallen suddenly noticed a little moisture at the corners of his eyes.
"Heh, I really did laugh until I cried."
Kallen instinctively reached for a tissue, only to find no tissue box on the desk. He could only gently wipe the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, stand up, leave the bedroom, and head outside.
Seeing their boss emerge, the two employees made a show of continuing their work.
Kallen felt that the way this funeral society operated was worlds apart from the Immerlis Family's business. The Immoreles Funeral Company was not large, but it tried to make every detail as polished as possible. This place, by contrast, was clearly rather rough around the edges.
Perhaps Pavaro had neglected managing the funeral society over the years because he had been taking missions everywhere to earn point vouchers for his two daughters' Blood Spirit Powder. A funeral society that should have been clean and orderly now actually felt greasy.
As for the idea that the two employees could not do their jobs properly because they were divine servants rather than ordinary people, Kallen did not accept it. To a certain extent, they could be more conscientious and serious than ordinary people, just like Alfred and Miss Molly when they had worked at his home. The prerequisite was that you had to make them truly fear you.
Kallen went to the kitchen first and found Mrs. Lake washing dishes inside. He pulled the kitchen door shut behind him.
"You're the funeral makeup artist here, right?"
"Yes, that's right." Mrs. Lake turned to answer.
"Do you know Annie?"
"Annie from the street with the pastry shop... oh, no, Red Leaf Street?"
It seemed Mrs. Lake knew.
"Yes. She died."
"Oh, that, I, I know, I know