“What do you need the paper and pen for?”
Calvin didn’t understand William’s intention. His father had passed away, and logically, he should have been preparing for his father’s funeral.
But Alice said they had to wait for her master to arrive and then cremate her grandfather. His ashes were to be placed in a room with the painting on the table.
This sounded incredibly peculiar.
Charles Turner had undoubtedly saved countless lives in his lifetime. After his passing, many people would surely come to express their condolences and remembrance.
Given the Turner family’s status and influence, Charles Turner deserved to be buried in a prestigious cemetery after his death.
Even if cremation was chosen, his ashes should be preserved in a revered memorial hall or mausoleum, receiving people’s commemoration and respect.
Especially for someone as elderly and deeply religious as Charles Turner, he would prefer traditional burial methods to seek eternal peace.
Calvin was already struggling with the decisions regarding the old man’s funeral arrangements; now, William suddenly asking for paper and pen, what was he preparing to do?
William said, “I want to write him a letter, as a form of farewell.”
Charles Turner’s dying wish was nothing else but to have his ashes placed together with William’s painting. How could William not understand his intentions?
Though the servants had been disloyal to William in the past, Charles Turner hadn’t really done anything wrong to William from beginning to end.
The man had passed away; William didn’t want to dwell on anything anymore.
Calvin still didn’t understand who William really was and what relation he had with his father.
Even for a Soulmancer, signs of aging should be visible on the face, right? Like Timothy Hill, wasn’t he also advanced in years?
“Master, I’ll get it,” Alice said and quickly found the paper and pen, placing them on the wooden table, and also moved the painting that William had given her to the side.
The moment William picked up the pen, both Alice and Calvin could feel a shift in the atmosphere around them.
In the eyes of the two, William seemed to stand before the desk like a deity. In the blink of an eye, he had already written a few lines.
“Sun and moon never cease across the heavens, mountains and rivers continue their natural course.”
“The immortal exists alone in the human world, even an axe wears down with time.”
Dedicated to my old friend Charles Turner.
When the last sentence was finished, a faint white light surprisingly began to flicker at Charles Turner’s forehead.
William said lightly, “Let him rest in the embrace of Mother Earth!”
As his words fell, Alice faintly heard her grandfather’s voice resonating in her ear, “Alice, Grandpa is leaving, don’t be sad. In this life, Grandpa has no regrets! Just listen to your master.”
“Grandpa!” Faced with this situation, Alice, the young girl, couldn’t help but shed tears.
As for Calvin, he surprisingly also heard his father’s voice, and even saw his silhouette.
Ultimately, letting him rest within the earth was the decision William made for Charles Turner.
Charles Turner didn’t wish to be buried in a cemetery, he simply desired to be with William’s painting after death. The words William now wrote, moreover, addressed him as an old friend.
Judging by the level of elevation of Charles Turner’s soul throughout his life, he hadn’t reached a state where his soul could persist in the world like a deity after death, but would slowly dissipate.
However, William, with his vast energy, infused Charles Turner’s soul, helping it reach a level where it wouldn’t dissipate.
The energy William condensed formed a splendid halo, surrounding Charles Turner’s soul.
This mysterious energy not only strengthened Charles Turner’s soul but also altered its fundamental nature to a certain extent, granting it an almost eternal state of existence.
With the continuous infusion of energy, Charles Turner’s soul gradually revealed unprecedented stability and strength, as if he had transcended the limits of ordinary people and entered a new dimension.
This change caused vibrations throughout the universe and even touched the mysterious forces in another dimension.
In that dimension, a deity governing reincarnation felt this vibration.
He looked around, his gaze finally resting on Charles Turner’s soul. He saw the effort and sincerity William put in to save his old friend, and also saw the kind of pure and steadfast light emanating from Charles Turner’s soul. .𝒄𝒐𝒎
The deity remained silent for a moment before finally making a decision.
He unleashed mysterious and potent powers, further strengthening Charles Turner’s soul, enabling it to persist in this world without dissipating any longer.
At this moment, even time seemed to freeze, and the entire universe bore witness to this sacred and startling moment.
In another dimension, the deity governing reincarnation also showed respect for William’s powers.
Having done all this, William said to Calvin, “Bury your father, and place this letter in the coffin as well.”
The letter William wrote contained formidable power, capable of blessing the generations to come.
The future of the Turner family would also become brighter due to this painting.
Calvin was no fool; he had already sensed William’s extraordinariness and asked, “Mr. Johnson, when did you meet my father?”
William did not evade and answered, “Sixty-eight years ago.”
Alice and Calvin were stunned. Charles Turner lived to be seventy-eight, sixty-eight years ago, he was only a ten-year-old child…
Calvin could hardly disbelieve; he knew that Soulmancers existed in this world, but Soulmancers like William, who maintained a youthful appearance, were indeed rare.
Alice stared at William for a long time. So, her master really was an old friend of her grandfather?
This was somewhat unbelievable. Could he be immortal?
“Alice, I’ve dealt with that Travis,” said William. “He has ill intentions; it’s better to find someone else to accompany your training.”
Alice was kind-hearted and inexperienced in matters of life and death, but William could not tolerate what happened to his servant. Charles Turner died, in a way, because of Travis. He had already been spared once, yet he did not repent, thus he met a deserving end.
Calvin didn’t know what to say. In his view, Travis’ abilities were already quite astonishing. He originally thought of compromising temporarily and, when the opportunity arose, reporting the matter to the 13th Bureau for them to handle.
But William said he had already dealt with it?
What did that mean?
“Could it be… Travis is dead?” Calvin swallowed hard. Did William step out just now to kill Travis?
That was a mid-level Soulmancer!
William nodded slightly and said, “I must be going now, may he rest in peace.”
Calvin nodded back at William and said, “I’m sorry, I won’t be able to see you out.”
During the funeral, according to custom, the family members do not personally see off the guests.
William did not say anything more, he glanced back at Charles Turner and then left the Turner’s residence.
The next day, the news of Charles Turner’s passing spread throughout the entire world.
The world’s top doctor had passed away, and many patients who had received his treatment came to express their condolences.
William did not attend; he believed that a person’s life is like a snuffed-out lamp, he had already done enough, there was no need to go again.
He had already witnessed the deaths of too many old friends; William had grown accustomed to it.
He had experienced far too many partings of life and death.
That day, Alice did not come to William’s house. Maria had planned to make hot dogs of various flavors with coffee, and William taught her how to make them; the methods were all quite simple.
After teaching Maria, it was already ten o’clock. William attended a class at school and chatted leisurely with Wyatt and others. They all found that the so-called energy revival had not affected ordinary people, and there wasn’t a single person in the entire school who had acquired any special abilities.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that William went to the bookstore.
By the time he opened the door, Wes Wenzel and the Manhattan Community Board Director were already waiting at the entrance.
“Deputy Director Wenzel, do you need something?” William glanced at Wes Wenzel,realizing that they must be waiting for him here.
Wes Wenzel scrutinized William from head to toe and asked with a furrowed brow, “Are you also a Soulmancer?”
William shook his head and said, “I’m not. Have you been reading too many novels?”
The girl beside him, however, asserted confidently, “He is a Soulmancer!”
“But he doesn’t have any energy around him.” Wes Wenzel really couldn’t detect any characteristics of a Soulmancer in William.
“I say he is, so he definitely is!” The girl said expressionlessly, staring at William, “You feel very familiar to me, have we met somewhere before?”
William laughed and said, “Are girls nowadays all this proactive?”