The VIP Carriage stopped some distance from the Nadun Family estate. This time, it was not to conceal their identities. They had come to offer condolences, after all, and could have gone in openly.
The main reason was that there were too many vehicles;
Farther ahead, not only was there nowhere to park, there was not even room to reverse out.
People of some standing in the Church World had all come to join in the spectacle: the relevant departments throughout York City District, reporters from various newspapers, and even representatives of Foreign Churches' offices in York City.
Mainly, those above had set the tone very clearly and very emphatically, so everyone could go along with it without the slightest psychological burden.
Besides, as for these spectators, no one knew whether they would feel differently once the man really died, but most had come to see a dead man;
It was like watching someone threaten to jump off a building in the secular world. A large portion of the crowd secretly hoped they would hurry up and jump so they could let out a "gasp."
Neo patted the steering wheel. "I wonder if my funeral will be this grand after I die."
"If you're willing to reveal your identity, I think it probably will."
"Even a Light Remnant wouldn't draw this many spectators, would he? These days, it would be unusual to go a month without a few exploited Light Remnants dying."
"It would be different if it came out that you'd received the Mad Pope's legacy.
"Not only would your body not be cremated, it would be hollowed out, coated and stuffed with spices to preserve it, then sent on an invited exhibition tour of the major orthodox churches.
"That would be like holding lots of funerals at once.