Undead Requiem

"Little guy, what are you thinking?" The little guy didn't look very energetic, and he didn't even see him handing his foot over.

Whitman came back to his senses, then took out his tools and began to shine Mr. Death's shoes.

"Can you tell me what's bothering you?" Walter asked with a smile.He is willing to relieve any worries for him.

Whitman, who didn't know who to confide his troubles to, thought about it, and said it out.After hearing this, Mr. Death said, "Inheriting Louis' property is also a job. And as long as you do this job well, you will help more people."

Walter's words made the teenager who was spinning in the wall suddenly enlightened.

Yes, inheriting Louis' estate is also a job.And, in the future, he can do more to help the children who leave the poorhouse so that they don't end up on the streets, can't they?

Whitman looked up and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Walt."

Walter showed a smug smile: "You're welcome. In the future, if there is anything, just tell me. I can wipe away unnecessary troubles for you." It's wonderful to be relied on by the little guy.

Whitman smiled and continued to shine Mr. Death's shoes.

On this day, he polished Mr. Death's shoes more than 20 times.Before leaving, Mr. Death said: "Honey, I need to deal with an annoying thing these days. So, let's see you in a few days."

Whitman replied: "Goodbye."

Things that can make Walt hate must be troublesome things.After the sun went down, Whitman returned to the poorhouse with his toolbox.When he arrived at the poorhouse, he found that there were several demons around the poorhouse.He thought uneasily: Could it be that someone in the poorhouse is about to die?He hurried back to check on the children, but there was nothing unusual about the children.

The next day, those demons still lingered.

And the god of death who should harvest the souls of the dying human beings did not appear.

That being the case, why do demons hover here?

Could it be because of him?

He plucked up the courage to step forward and ask, "Demons, why don't you go to the poorhouse?"

The demon flapped its wings and "Jie Jie" smiled strangely: "This is a secret."

The second demon said: "This is not only a secret, but also an agreement."

Who exactly do they have any pact with?Fearing that something might happen to the poorhouse, Whitman had to stay and work as a shoe shiner on the high street.The children were very happy to see him stay and play with them.

Two days passed quickly, and Johnny the butler came to hear his decision as scheduled.

"I would like to be Mr. Lewis' heir," Whitman said.

Johnny smiled happily: "Master Whitman, thank you." So let him sign a document.After signing the name, Whitman finally has his own last name.

His name is Whitman Alcott.Inherited the Louise surname.Johnny told him to get ready, and he came tomorrow to pick him up and go to the manor.After that, say goodbye and leave.

Knowing that he was about to leave the estate, the children surrounded him.

"Whitman, will you forget us?"

"I will always remember you."

"Will Brother Whitman come back to see us?"

"of course."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

When the first child cried, the second child followed suit.Dean Eva had a headache, but didn't yell at them like before.

Whitman is also very reluctant to bear the children, but one day, he will leave.Moreover, he just moved to the North District.If possible, he can come back to see the little Doudings at any time.Touching their little heads, Whitman comforted them and told them stories.

A day spent with the kids flies by.

The next day, Johnny's housekeeper came to pick him up as scheduled.Whitman, who had already packed up and saluted, walked out with the suitcase.Dean Eva and Sister Emma bid farewell to him with the children.

"Goodbye Whitman, we will miss you." The children hid their tears and waved goodbye to him with smiles on their faces.

"Goodbye, I'll write to you." After saying goodbye to the children, Whitman said goodbye to Dean Eva and Sister Emma. "Dean Eva, Sister Emma, ​​goodbye. Thank you for taking care of me."

Dean Eva showed a disgusted expression: "It would be great for me to lose a bad boy in the poorhouse."

Sister Emma smiled and stroked his head: "Bless you, Whitman."

After saying goodbye to the people in the poorhouse, the butler picked up his suitcase and took him into the carriage.The coachman raised his whip and headed for the North District.

After the carriage left, Whitman found that the demon hovering over the poorhouse flapped its wings and followed.Realizing their target was himself, Whitman was relieved.

In the death department, Walt was handcuffed, and the death sickle was confiscated, and then sent to the death department's trial.And the judge is Jeffrey.The other gods of death either sat or stood watching the trial.

"Walt, do you plead guilty to your crime?" Jeffrey asked.

"Dear Jeffrey, I don't know what you're talking about." With a smile on his face, Walter didn't seem to take the trial seriously.

"You disguised yourself as the god of death and killed our companions. In the name of King Satan, I will sentence you to death!"

"Jeffrey, unless there is evidence to prove that I am not the god of death and that I killed my companion. Otherwise, I will not be able to accept this ridiculous trial and sentence."

Jeffrey took out Walt's Shinigami resume, pointed to the photo on the resume and said, "This is the evidence that you are pretending to be Shinigami!" After speaking, he corrected the photo on the resume with Reiatsu.

The gods of death saw that the photo on Walt's resume slowly turned into a black-haired ordinary god of death.The gods of death were in an uproar.

"This evidence is enough to prove that you killed the original Reaper, took his sickle, and entered the Reaper Division instead of him." Jeffrey said loudly.

Walter laughed suddenly: "Really, I didn't expect to be discovered."

Jeffrey continued to expose him severely: "In order to confuse me, you deliberately went outside to investigate. But why did you kill our companions?"

Walter's green eyes were better than gems.He said: "In order to deceive your lackeys, it is natural to play tricks." After the first Reaper was killed, Jeffrey sent his lackeys to follow up and investigate the Reapers.Those running dogs are really annoying.

"But how did you escape their eyes and kill my companion?"

"This is a secret."

"Walter, what is your identity? If you can tell the truth, I will reduce your charges."

"Jeffrey, it seems that you made a mistake in this trial."

"what are you saying?"

"This trial is about your trial, not mine."

The gods of death were stunned for a moment, completely unable to understand what he was talking about.

"Jeffrey, you managed to control the Death Division. What you are most afraid of is losing the right you hold now."

"Walter, you're talking nonsense."

Walt laughed: "200 years ago, Reaper Corey, Jeffrey, you secretly planned a riot, and used this to kill the original administrator Edward and the Reaper who supported him, and then took the opportunity to control the Reaper Branch and keep the Reaper who opposed him. .”

"Walt, you are quibbling. Everyone knows that the death sickle in Edward's hand is an evil sickle. This sickle can not only kill the life of human souls, but also threaten the existence of death!"

"So, when you know that there are human souls murdered in London, and the god of death who knows the truth has been murdered, you are afraid. Because, it means that Edward and his scythe are still alive, and once he exposes your hypocritical tricks , you will lose your status. You want to find him as soon as possible to obliterate him. And the god of death who was transferred to the death department later became the object of your monitoring and investigation. Am I right?"

"You are talking nonsense!"

"Jeffrey, your expression is really ugly."

Jeffrey's face twisted.

The god of death who was transferred here after the riot 200 years ago whispered.If what Walter said was true, their lives were undoubtedly threatened, which made them feel unhappy.

"Jeffrey, please give us an explanation." A god of death stood up.He couldn't accept that when he was performing his mission, there were other gods of death watching him.

"Whether what Walter said is true or not, I will not want to put my life in the hands of someone who is not trustworthy."

Later, the God of Death, who was transferred to the Death Department, began to question.

Walter watched with interest as the Reapers lined up.

Obviously, those who were silent were those who supported Jeffrey during the riots 200 years ago.The questioner is the god of death who was transferred here later.They don't know what happened 200 years ago.

"Trust me, Walt is a liar!" Jeffrey tried to gain the trust of the other grim reapers.

"Just because Walt is a liar doesn't mean I can trust you."

"Yes. We don't trust Walter, and we don't trust you!"

Blue veins popped out on Geoffrey's forehead. He seemed to have returned to 200 years ago. Those gods of death who supported Edward pointed at him and said, "The hypocritical and cunning guy should be sent to hell for trial."

Except for the God of Reaper who was transferred in later, here, his supporters accounted for the majority.Finally, he tore off the mask: "If you don't obey me, you will end up following Edward's god of death!" After speaking, his supporters took out their sickles and aimed at the opponents.

Opponents were shocked.

This means that what Walt said is true.

The situation is reversed.Jeffrey laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, Walter, so what if I know the truth, I am still the king here. And you, will become the poor worms killed by 'Edward'."

The naysayers were stunned.

This is to kill them all and put the blame on Edward, the manager 200 years ago?

"shameless!"

"King Satan will never let you go!"

"I curse you to hell!"

Geoffrey turned a blind eye to their curses, and he said slowly: "Now, there is only one person who can save you." His finger pointed to Walt, "Walt, tell me. Where is Edward? If you tell me, I'm going to kill all those poor bastards."

Opponents were furious.But they have no right to ask Walt to tell the whereabouts of Edward.

"I refuse to tell you his whereabouts," Walter said with a smile.

"You're going to be the one who killed them," Jeffrey said.

"Jeffrey, I have already said that this trial is not for me, but for you." As soon as Walt finished speaking, someone walked into the trial room humming.All the gods of death turned to look at the door.

After seeing who the person came in, everyone's eyes widened.

And Jeffrey couldn't believe it even more. He said to the black-clothed god of death at the door: "Hua... Walter!" He finally understood why he couldn't catch him.

The person who came in was Walter.

In front of their eyes were two Walters.

All the gods of death looked at Walter who was being handcuffed in disbelief, and then at Walter who came in through the door.

"What's going on here?" A god of death asked loudly.

Glancing at all the gods of death in the courtroom, Walter smiled: "That's what happened." He stretched out his hand.Walter, who was handcuffed, slowly dissipated into a black mist and wound into Walt's hands.

They saw that in Walt's hand, there was a huge dark red death scythe.Someone recognized the scythe and shouted, "It's the judge! It's the judge of hell!"

Hell judges people.

The mysterious judge, no one knows when he will appear.But as long as you commit the crime, one day he will appear and personally punish you.

Walt smiled, pointing at Jeffrey with the dark red death scythe: "For more than 100 years, I have been happy in the death department."

After speaking, Feiqi waved his sickle at Jeffrey.

Whitman came to the estate.Because all the puppets were restored, the grooms and servants in the manor also returned to their original appearance.When Whitman arrived, the five servants bowed and said, "Welcome home, Master Whitman."

Whitman was prissy, and never in his life as a pauper was he treated like this.Fortunately, Johnny Butler came to the rescue.When Johnny asked about the master bedroom where he lived, he said: "Please keep Mr. Louis' room."

Johnny bowed: "Okay, master." After turning around, he quietly wiped away his tears.

My lord has indeed found a good heir.

He rearranged the former master's room for Whitman to live in.

Due to the arrival of the new owner, the originally dark and dreary manor became bright and lively.Whitman, who became a wealthy businessman, had a good talk with each servant in order to know everything about the manor and the servants.Through the dialogue, he learned about each other's characters and their responsibilities.

His kindness made the tense servants relax, and a smile unconsciously appeared on their faces.

The conscientious housekeeper asked a tailor to make some new clothes for him.The boy from the slums suddenly became extraordinary.

Through the butler, Whitman knew that Louis's property, in addition to this manor, also had several rented properties in London, a toy factory, and several rented farms.Therefore, even if he does nothing and collects bills every month, he can still collect a lot of money.But since he inherited Louis' property, he decided to inspect the factory and liquidate the property and land.

When Whitman was busy, he suddenly discovered that the demons who followed him suddenly left.

"Good morning, little guy." In the room on the second floor, when Whitman just woke up rubbing his eyes, he saw Mr. Death sitting on the window and greeted him with a smile.

"Walter?"

"Yes, it's me."

"I'm no longer a shoeblack."

"I am sorry."

After speaking, he jumped down.When Whitman thought he was gone, when he changed his clothes and went down to have breakfast, he found that Mr. Death knocked on the door and told the housekeeper that they were old friends and entered the door.

Once Mr. Death persists, he cannot be driven away.Therefore, he had to share breakfast with him.After breakfast, Whitman went to inspect the toy factory.Mr. Reaper followed with a sullen face.On the carriage, the other party asked: "How about this rich life?"

how about it?

"... a little quiet." Looking outside the carriage, Whitman replied.

Whether in the poorhouse or outside, the world around him was buzzing—the laughter of the children, the noise of the streets.

Thinking of this, he understood why Louis felt lonely and painful.When the wife and children were alive, the manor must be lively and happy.But he has lost the person he loves the most, so he will be desperate.

"Don't worry, little guy, you won't feel lonely with me here." Walter said proudly.

Whitman was dumbfounded.

Indeed, Walt's existence seemed to occupy all his space, and this noisy guy seemed to have endless words to say.

The toy factory is in the West End.When he arrived at the toy factory, Whitman found that there were many child laborers in their teens.I'm afraid that Whitman will misunderstand the master's exploitation of child labor.So, Johnny the butler explained: "The master took pity on these children, so he hired them. They were only allowed to work for nine hours a day, and every seven days, they could have one day off."

After hearing this, Whitman nodded.

It is the norm in this society for the poor poor to work more than ten hours a day, and some even reach twelve or fourteen hours.Moreover, child laborers are paid horribly poorly.Think about it, in winter, children of a few years old got into the chimney to clear the ash for 1 shilling, causing themselves to suffocate in it; in the dock, the narrow places that need to be welded require thin children to crawl Going in for welding, and coal mine factories all love child labor.Because, the money paid to child labor is lower.

Many, many, Whitman has seen, had to work and be squeezed in order to survive.

The arrival of Whitman made the child laborers curious, and they even feared whether he would dismiss the child laborers.

"Whitman? Is that you?" A familiar voice sounded.Whitman walked over and saw Oval.

It turned out that Oval said that the good job he found was this job.

He smiled and said, "Yes, it's me."

Looking at Whitman in clean clothes and socks, Oval was surprised: "Why are you here?"

This question, answered by Johnny.Oval, who got the answer, exclaimed: "So, you are so lucky." He stopped talking.

In the toy factory, Whitman saw many dolls.Presumably, all of Louis' ghost puppets came from here.In addition to dolls, there are other toys.A disabled, eccentric old man is the toymaker here.He says he can make more interesting mechanical toys.