They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 198 Making a Testament with the Soul

"My impression of her is still from many years ago, when she was just a beautiful child."

“It seems that time really does leave indelible marks on a person’s face.” Ivand said something that seemed to make sense. Older people like to make sentimental remarks, but in Ria’s eyes, he was only about thirty years old.

After his initial surprise, the man turned his gaze to Ria: "What will you look like when you're fifty?"

Ria was somewhat puzzled: "I don't know."

It's hard to say whether he'll live past next year, let alone fifty years. And if he does live past a year, it means that Lia's illness is almost cured.

He will return to reality and will not stay here for another second.

"Never mind, it's no use asking now. We'll see when the time comes." Ivand took out his pipe from his pocket and was about to light it when he suddenly remembered that smoking was prohibited in the hall, so he put the pipe away with some regret.

They stood there watching as everyone offered their "gifts" to the two coffins. This process lasted for a full hour. After an hour, James stood in the center of the two coffins, seemingly holding a baton in his hand.

He stood with his back to the crowd, seemingly absorbed in his own world, and suddenly waved his baton, as if performing a silent concert. With his movement, the entire hall suddenly turned cold and eerie.

Then, something shocking happened.

They saw that the two coffins were glowing, though very faintly, as if they could be extinguished at any moment, but they still emitted a dark green light.

The bishop held the Bible and began to read aloud, while two figures slowly floated out from the eerie light, rising from a lying position to a standing position above the coffin.

The crowd erupted in uproar, their expressions varied. Those who had never witnessed such a spectacle believed it was haunted. They retreated in fear, shouting at the top of their lungs, demanding that the bishop exorcise the evil spirits immediately.

“This is not an evil spirit. These are the souls of my husband and his younger brother. The Plague Doctor has brought their souls back, and we can also perform the proper rituals to help them pass on to the land of the sun and rest in peace.”

Furthermore, since neither of them left a will, we can take this opportunity to hear their unfinished words once again.

Favreau explained the phenomenon to everyone, and they looked at each other in bewilderment. Some people clearly still couldn't understand this extraordinary sight. Even Ria was seeing James use this technique for the first time.

No wonder many people are afraid of doctors with bird beaks; their tricks have absolutely nothing to do with anything good.

At that moment, Ivand tugged at Ria's sleeve, and Ria bent down to listen to what he wanted to say, but what he heard was: "That fat guy looks like a soccer ball with a toothpick stuck in it."

"cough--"

Ria almost burst out laughing, but of course, to save face for James, he didn't.

I wonder how LeBron James will react when he hears people commenting on his supposedly handsome appearance like that.

But what did those two souls look like...?

Ria looked at them and, seeing that they all had facial features, breathed a sigh of relief.

If the white-mask trick can be pulled off in front of so many medical professionals and investigators, then there's really nothing more to say about it.

"But did this lady really spend a fortune to hire a plague doctor to summon the spirit just so the deceased could rest in peace and hear his will?"

Lia was a little worried that they might say something detrimental to her, but then the two souls spoke in unison.

"In accordance with the hereditary system, we recommend Favlorine Sicard as the new Viscount, and we agree that the contents of this will be recorded by a mysterious object and sent to the council for examination."

These words caused an uproar among the crowd. "Don't they have any children? Why would they hand over the position to a woman?"

"From what I understand, it seems they really don't have any children."

“What about other relatives? No, I can’t accept that. How can a woman become a viscount?”

“Baron Bot, watch your words. You are just a baron, and this is not a place where you can speak recklessly.”

Although Endlers now advocates gender equality, feudal ideas from ancient times are still ubiquitous, and finally someone realized Madame Sicar's intentions.

This woman endured for decades, waiting for her husband and those who threatened her to die, so she could completely take her husband's place.

Moreover, she's playing a very big game, involving so many people that people can no longer understand why they came here.

"I still can't accept it. I'd rather have this position than give it to a woman!"

One of Atomic Lord's relatives suddenly rushed onto the stage, but before he could say anything, he found himself enveloped by a layer of black particles, unable to move. As the particles spread upwards, his skin began to crack, and crimson liquid slid down the cracks.

"Please kill him; he's just an eyesore."

Favreaulin nodded, James chuckled, and then the man suddenly exploded in front of everyone, leaving those nearby covered in blood.

The bishop closed his eyes and began reciting the Bible. The investigators seemed to have been prepared for this, and although some looked uncomfortable, they managed to control themselves and not make any moves.

"Murder...murder—"

"Killed!"

"Those are her relatives, how dare she!"

Some people could no longer contain their fear and retreated, but then all the doors and windows were inexplicably sealed off.

On the stage covered with red carpet and flower petals, a noblewoman in a black dress spread her arms wide, her face full of enjoyment: "Now we have heard what we wanted to hear, so let the souls of the dead ascend to heaven as soon as possible."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two souls instantly emitted black smoke as if they were being burned by raging fire, screamed hoarsely, and disappeared into the air.

The white flowers in front of the black coffin were so conspicuous that no one had any intention of enjoying the banquet. However, under Favreaurin's coercion, someone moved all the tables and chairs to make room for a large space in the center.

The lights from the ceiling shone vertically down, and soft jazz music began to play.

The lady announced that everyone could begin dancing, and the crowd looked at each other, then could only make awkward faces as they started dancing.

They will be required to keep their departure a secret, and no one will ever know how this duchess ascended to the throne or how she manipulated people to stage such a spectacular show.

“Truly outstanding, Madam. A gem like you should never be buried in such a position.”

As everyone was forced to start dancing, Ria picked up her glass and walked over to Favlorine.

Favorine looked at him with a captivating smile, and it was this smile that made Ria pause for a moment.

(End of this chapter)