Chapter: 72
"You are definitely not Dale Japanese."
"We are from Bigor." Ryan replied frankly.
Vigor is the provincial capital of the Reston Province of the Republic of Intis, and Darliege is a city on the southern border of the Reston Province, governing a large area including Kordu Village.
"No wonder you don't know the customs in Daliege." Lumian nodded.
He thought that these three foreigners were official people from Darliege, but they turned out to be from Vigor, the provincial capital.
The identity seems to be much higher than I expected... Lumian silently updated his judgment on Liya and others.
"What kind of customs?" Liya asked with interest, "Can you tell us?"
Lumian originally wanted to have a good relationship with them, so he said with a smile:
"You are my cabbages, how could I not tell you?
"As you know, everyone has their own zodiac sign, and in the Darliege area, we also believe that each family also has its own horoscope, which produces corresponding luck, and the death and funeral of the family, especially the head of the family, will take away this horoscope. good luck.
"In order not to affect the constellations and keep luck, we will put the deceased in the center of a family, that is, the kitchen, before burial, and then cut off part of her hair and nails, and hide them at home forever, but they cannot be destroyed. The guests found out.
"At this time, if the funeral attendees enter the house, it will affect the corresponding constellations and take away part of their luck. Therefore, when we attend funerals, we mourn outside the door. The cemetery awaits."
"That's right." Ryan nodded lightly, "It's the same as the holy relics are stored in cathedrals in every region, 'there will always be saints in places where there are parts of the holy body'."
He turned around, faced Naroka's house, took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and began to mourn in silence.
Lia and Valentine also expressed their condolences.
When they finished, Lumian said to them:
"I'm going to the door to look at the remains, see you later, my cabbages."
"Okay." Ryan nodded gently.
Lumian lowered his voice and added:
"I'll help you find that little blue book."
Without waiting for Liya and others to respond, he took a step back and said with a smile:
"Why do you wear the same clothes every day?"
"If you have to stay in a foreign land for a period of time, you can't care too much about decency." Ryan said simply, while Liya subconsciously touched the silver bell hanging on her veil.
Saying goodbye to Valentine and the others, Lumian walked to the door of Naroka's house.
After queuing for a while, it was finally his turn.
He stood by the door and looked towards the kitchen ahead.
Naroka's body hadn't been put into the coffin yet, lying quietly on a simple bed made of several benches.
Her fingernails had been cut off, and her thinning white hair was much neater than before.
Her face was pale and wrinkled, even a bold young man like Lumian didn't dare to stare at her for too long.
"Compared to the one I saw before dawn, her face is greener..." Lumian whispered, made a slight bow, and left the door.