As he walked, Kallen suddenly realized that he seemed not to have taken a stroll in a long time.
He had walked a great deal inside the Gate of Reincarnation, but that was completely different from taking a stroll. A stroll required a mood, whether good or bad.
The residential buildings on this street resembled detached houses. They were not arranged neatly; instead, they clustered together like densely planted scallions that had grown tall. Walking down this street, turning a corner, and following another street, he estimated that he would reach the Funeral Society in another fifteen minutes.
A small truck was parked ahead. Kallen saw a familiar figure emerge from the house beside it, carrying a chair on his shoulder.
Alaye put the chair on the truck, took out a handkerchief, and began wiping his sweat. Turning his head, he happened to spot Kallen standing there.
"Oh, Young Master, what a coincidence."
Kallen smiled at Alaye and asked, "Busy?"
"Yes, I'm helping Mrs. Sidra move. She's planning to sell this house, and I just signed an agency agreement with her."
"Hey, you know him?"
Just then, a tall, excessively plump woman came out, carrying a table by herself. Her hair was purple.
After what had happened last night, she was already preparing to sell her house this morning. Clearly, she had been frightened and intended to live somewhere else, unwilling to stay here a moment longer.
"Mrs. Sidra, this is a friend of mine. He used to be my..."
"As long as you know him." Mrs. Sidra cut Alaye's introduction short and looked at Kallen. "Since you're friends, could you help me move?"
Kallen gave her a polite smile.
But before Kallen could refuse, Mrs. Sidra spoke again.
"Please help a poor woman forced by racism to move first