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Alfred took off his coat, folded it in half, and held it up at Karon’s side. Karon placed the skin of Mr. Pavaro’s face on the coat, and Alfred carefully wrapped his coat around the skin.
A steady wind kept blowing, and some dead twigs and leaves drifted onto Mr. Pavaro.
A face without skin did not look all that frightening, because they subconsciously knew what kind of person Mr. Pavaro was, and how could such a person ever be someone they guarded against or feared?
Even Pu’er had no scruples at all when she saw him and had immediately spoken to the man, because she had read his notes as well.
“Young Master, I think that Mr. Pavaro was worried that you would not use the skin of his face and that after he died, you would give his body a proper burial. So he tore off his face himself in advance.”
“Go, bring the car over. We can go home.”
“Yes, Young Master.” Alfred ran to where the car was parked, and before long, returned with it.
Karon helped move the body. He wanted to pull Mr. Pavaro up to his feet first, but the man seemed frozen in his kneeling posture, as though nails had been driven through his knees.
Yet it would feel disrespectful for Alfred to simply lift Mr. Pavaro up in his current posture, carrying his kneeling form into the car to transport home.
“Young Master, Mr. Pavaro is apologizing to you for the moral coercion he placed on you.”
Someone had once arrived at the man’s door, offering Mr. Pavaro a sufficient supply of Bloodspirit Powder every month so that his two daughters could live lives similar to normal people, provided Mr. Pavaro stop his investigation. Mr. Pavaro had refused.
Every night, he could only stand outside his daughters’ bedroom door, listening to their...
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