Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 771 - 238 Farewell, Celebration Feast, The Taste of the Beautiful Witch and the Patterns of Kael (10K)_2

Kael slowly approached the cart and, after lifting its cover, saw a group of bodies wrapped in the expanding mucus of the Gluttonous Slime.

Some were still relatively intact, others were torn and shattered.

Those bodies that were relatively intact were directly removed by him from the secretions of the Gluttonous Slime's mucus.

When Kael raised his hands, that masterful Water Magic transformed into a tool to wash away the filth from those who had been sacrificed.

Once everything had returned to calm, the Wolf Cavalry, now cleansed, were quietly moved by Kael's Spiritual Power into the Ice Coffins that had been prepared in advance.

Standing before these Wolf Cavalry, his face unusually showed a few traces of sincere grief, as if saying farewell to friends, a bit timid, as if overloaded with the emotions that befit his age.

He said with a hint of nostalgia and sorrow:

"Frien, Simerich, Auswisi, An, Hissay (the names of the deceased with intact bodies)…"

When we first started forming the Wolf Cavalry, many of you were bragging to me.

Saying that you would soon rise to the Extraordinary Rank, and by then, maybe you'd be able to give me more help.

I've always been here, watching how far you could go, and now, it seems you won't have the chance to keep your promises."

As Kael spoke softly, almost no one around him could hear his voice.

The fallen Wolf Cavalry lads wouldn't perform miracles, jump out of their coffins, grinning, and say to everyone:

"Hey, brothers, what's with the faces? I was just having a very long dream!"

They would only lie there as now, in the Ice Coffins that had been prepared long ago, their bloodless lips slightly parted, as if wanting to scream.

But they could no longer make a sound.

Raising the dead, that's a scene that occurs as frequently as a cliché in TV dramas, born from people's inherent fear of Death and the beautiful wishes derived from that fear.

Kael didn't say anything further, standing up with a sense of bewilderment.

So, his current thoughts were already capable of influencing the fate of so many people?

This was his immediate reaction upon seeing such a scene.

He looked again at the bodies on the cart that hadn't yet been cleared, those Wolf Cavalry whose deaths had been even more tragic, and all of a sudden he slightly exerted strength in both hands, slapping his own face.

His fair complexion turned a bit flushed from the slap, and the confusion in Kael's heart seemed to be pressed down because of it.

When he lifted his head again, the indecision in his eyes had dissipated, replaced by the tranquility of a lake under the moonlight.

"Grandpa White, have the Rangers and Wolf Cavalry's families been informed?"

Kael, too, was a normal person; it wasn't as if he lacked his own emotions.

Even a sculpture, if placed beside you for a few years, would require hesitation when you think of discarding it, let alone a group of living people.

Kael was not able to see through life and death; he was merely busy enough that he had little time to lament.

"We've already contacted relatives of the relevant parties with the Communication Crystal."

"What did they say?"

"The bodies will be handled according to the Rangers' longstanding custom, incinerated and their ashes scattered in the wind.

Whether they were Rangers or Wolf Cavalry, they were visitors from the wind. Merging back into the wind at the end of life, that's also quite fitting."

"Alright, whatever relics that can be preserved should be sent back to their families, according to old customs, and then…"

"Have you brought the cleaned Lancaster flags?"

"Brought them to you."

"Good."

"There's one more thing, Lord," Grandpa White said, "there's a special case among the dead Rangers."

"Oh?"

"He is a Ranger named Midgar who, unlike the other Rangers, is not a native of the Lancaster Territory."

"I seem to recall this person..." Kael nodded and said, "Is that the Midgar who came to Lancaster with priests from the Earth Mother God Sect, the one with younger siblings?"

Kael suddenly felt grateful that he had chosen the "Vast Knowledge and Strong Memory" trait.

The cold trait at this moment manifested a humane care, and the image of a young man, who looked a bit lazy and cunning when he smiled, appeared in his mind.

"It's him," said Old White softly.

Flandre, standing nearby, seemed momentarily touched by these words.

The silent onlookers, the Lionheart Knight and the professionals from Fransburg, also fell silent.

"What is his current condition?"

"His younger siblings recently joined one of Lancaster's travelling merchant groups, and from what the leader of the merchant group said, it seems they were trying to alleviate some of the burden on their elder brother."

"And then?"

"On their way to Fransburg through the desert, they encountered desert serpent people, and their names have just been added to the death register that was updated yesterday."

"If I remember correctly, he only had his younger siblings, right?"

"Yes."

"Only his siblings," Kael nodded again, "Is there any of his personal effects?"

"There are."

Old White handed over a notebook.