The morning mist carried a refreshing chill as Kallen, dressed in black clerical robes, slowly walked into the Opera House.
The furnishings inside had been modified and improved many times. Alfred had poured his ingenuity into making this his educational base;
every so often, he would organize gatherings for believers to exchange ideas.
Of course, the core of this place remained the cluster of coffins in the very center.
The coffins already had quite a few occupants, but the regular residents rarely stayed inside;
after all, even when they were active outside, Alfred already considered them "lazy." If they truly wanted to lie inside resting forever, they might as well forgo "awakening" altogether. Dying completely would let them rest forever.
There were, however, two exceptions.
One was Molindi, and the other was Buken.
Kallen first walked to the coffin containing Buken and raised his hand. A Chain of Order extended from beneath his feet and entered the coffin.
Soon, Kallen connected with the consciousness inside Buken's corpse.
This time, however, Kallen could not be bothered to enter Buken's mental environment. Instead, he created a separate "office" for himself.
An ordinary study, the sunset beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, and maple leaves piled on the windowsill created a quiet, dusky golden atmosphere.
This was the study on the third floor of 13 Mingke Street-Grandfather's study.
Kallen sat down in the chair. A thermos and a teacup sat on the desk. When he lifted the lid, he could see the tea leaves already placed inside.
He remembered how, back home, Aunt Mary would clean Grandfather's study every morning and put tea leaves in his cup beforehand. At set times, she would also replace the thermos with one filled with freshly boiled water.
Though she was a little sharp-tongued and liked mocking people, his