Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 118 Tombstone

There is a wide open space behind the church.

Churches usually purchase a piece of land in the early stages of urban construction for investment or church construction.

And they often far exceed the area required to build a small or even medium-sized church.

Therefore, many city churches have activities such as worship and Isaac's ceremonies.

A limited number of funeral and graveside services are also provided.

This way some believers don’t have to go to cemeteries outside the city to pay respects to their family members.

The same is true of the church where Boll presides.

However, in order to raise funds for rescue, after discussing with the regional bishop, he sold most of the excess land shortly after taking over the church.

Donations from the slums cannot be counted, and similarly there will be no believers who need the church to bury them.

On the right side of the edge of the back garden are five or six stone houses.

It was once used to store coffins.

Each one is small, only the size of one room, and together they take up one-fifth of the open space.

The half-buried stone hut was once a pile of hay nearly two feet high.

Now Bo'er has changed the house to have five or six bunk beds and installed a fireplace.

Those are where the children live.

Initially, Boll only wanted it to be a temporary residence for adopted children.

Bring the church back on track and rent some houses with donations...

Contrary to expectations, this has become a luxury.

As the number of adopted children increased, Boll even had to give up his plan to place beds at first.

Funds for buying warm clothes and food are issues she has to consider.

The open space in the middle, on the Earl of Cosroy Ridge, is already covered with a light layer of spring grass during the hottest summer months.

About twenty children were chasing and rolling on it, with laughter on their faces.

It seems that the cruelty and harsh living environment outside has not yet penetrated here.

Winnie, who was leading them, saw the two people coming out of the church and hurried to meet them.

She noticed Ina's headdress and did not dare to neglect it at all.

Several children followed behind her, but they were not as noisy as other children of their age.

The nun bowed and said modestly:

"Reverend Bohr, who is this?"

"She's Xiaoxue, remember? The quiet little half-elf with white hair."

"And this is Sister Vinnie, Sister Vinnie at the time."

Boll introduced the two of them.

"Sister Winnie?"

Ina was unable to respond for a moment.

In her memory, there seemed to be a girl like this who often followed Priest Boer and studied doctrine and covenant.

However, she was probably at the age of just beginning to learn cognition, and her memory of it is very vague.

At this time, Winnie had already held Ina with both hands.

"Is it really Xiaoxue? I thought I would never see you again..."

Surprise and words similar to those of Bol.

But Winnie was more enthusiastic, which eased Ina's heavy mood a little.

But that's all.

Ina wanted to reminisce about the past, but the grief and bitterness in her mouth prevented the words from leaving her teeth.

Winnie seemed to realize something as well, and she quickly let go and stepped back, looking apologetic.

"Okay, Winnie, go take the kids away. Xiaoxue...she needs some time alone."

Bor sent Winnie away and nodded to Ina.

On the left side of the backyard is still a similar green area.

The only difference is that it has an extra stone cross.

In the backyard that is not a cemetery, the tombstone looks like a lonely, low ghost figure with its arms stretched out.

Dozens of thin ropes untied from hemp ropes, tied with iron pieces of unknown purpose, hung from the stone tablet.

The iron sheets collided with each other in the occasional cold wind, as if playing a monotonous melody to welcome the two people who arrived.

It's like staying here, never leaving the eerie whispers of the dead souls.

"It may take some time to find Xiaohong."

Bol's expression was filled with sadness, and his voice was more solemn than any other words he had spoken since Ina arrived.

If there is anything that Reverend Boll still insists on, it is probably only saving the children.

And this is the final destination for some children.

Of course, their bones were not contained in it.

Because the iron sheets above will continue to increase.

In the end, I didn’t know whether I was numb or I couldn’t bear to dig up the graves of my deceased children over and over again.

Bol has even given up burying the ashes of the dead.

As for the others whom she no longer saw but did not actually witness their passing, no iron plates were set up.

"Ah."

Ina responded lightly and half-knelt on her knees, one meter away from the cross monument.

Kneeling and facing the tombstone.

In this drama, she could clearly see the slightly awkward words engraved on the iron sheets that fluttered in the wind.

York, Weir, Faith...those were once living names.

About a minute of silent mourning.

Ina's fingers moved, but she never reached out.

The slender body did not stand up to touch the iron sheets that were faintly shining in the morning light.

Boer was standing two meters away from the cross monument when she suddenly heard a singing voice.

It was different from the solemnity of the church choirs and prayers she had heard.

She is uniquely ethereal and as gentle as the chirping of a nightingale.

This is the language of the elves.

A lot of low-level magic is directly translated from the Elvish language.

Ina had performed this trick before out of curiosity, but this time she did not omit a single word.

To her, perhaps, this was more like a eulogy than a magic trick.

When everything came to a sudden stop, Ina gently stroked the earth, and the magic power connected with the ground through her palms and gathered.

Forming a clearly discernible magic circle.

A bouquet of flowers appeared in her hands.

As Ina lifted it up, stone flowers were quickly constructed, as if it were a miracle of creation.

Ina stood up, holding the bouquet in both hands, and walked to the monument.

It was a bouquet of white roses as white as snow.

The difference is that it will never wither or die again.

Even if no one comes to worship them anymore, even if no one remembers them anymore.

This bouquet of jade roses will surely remain here forever.

The white-haired girl turned over the hood of her cloak, and the shadow once again covered her cheeks and expression.

Bol didn't understand why, but she didn't ask any questions. She just quietly followed Ina who turned and left.

The scorching sun that penetrated the clouds in the sky seemed even hotter.

Gusts of cold summer wind brought with them a hint of warmth, and the sound of turning iron sheets continued.

But at this moment, for what seemed like an eternity... the wind stopped.

One of the iron sheets was successfully turned over to face the back of Ina as she was walking away.

She was no different from any other sixty-sided piece of iron.

When she was alive, she must have been just an ordinary and kind girl.

In the bright sunshine, an ordinary word was engraved on the rusty iron sheet.

"red"