"What do you mean?"
Old Saman glared at Neo.
"I just don't want you ruining the funeral you've so carefully prepared, so I came specifically to give you a reminder."
"You think I'll believe you?"
"What do you think?"
"Yes, of course I will." Old Saman took half a step back, his imposing presence completely receding as he became an ordinary little old cemetery keeper again. "I believe what you said."
Then Old Saman sat down in his chair and pointed at Alfred. "Come on, let's keep playing. Remember to play this piece at my funeral."
"I'll record your performance and play it at your funeral."
"Pah, no! I'll be dead by then, but I'll still have my dignity!"
Neo walked out of the cabin. Kallen nodded to Alfred, who bowed slightly in response, and then Kallen followed Neo outside.
Old Saman asked Alfred, "Do you know why I believed him so readily?"
"I don't."
"Because I could sense that he really seemed to be itching for a fight."
"I don't think he could necessarily beat you."
"See, even you say he couldn't necessarily beat me."
"Of course," Alfred immediately agreed.
"But in principle, how could an ordinary Whip of Order Squad captain possibly beat me?"
"Uh..."
"Yet all of you, myself included, think there might be some uncertainty here. That's the biggest problem."
"Your reasoning makes perfect sense."
"I'm also thinking of Mrs. Lake. I'd rather she didn't curse this old fool for being so mischievous right before his death and giving her more work while she does my funeral makeup."
"Then shall we keep playing, without recording, purely for the art of music?"
Old Saman waved his hand. "Let's take a break first."
"All right, let's take a break."
"Tell me a few more of those sayings so