Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 85 The Struggle at the Funeral (4/5)

Unlike the extensive management model of Manchester, Newcastle has a clear and distinct order.

Manchester has only two cities, Upper and Lower, and the social classes are not so strict. There are wealthy people in the Lower City and ordinary citizens in the Upper City.

The citizens of Newcastle were strictly divided into five classes, and the entire city was also divided into five districts.

The first class, the church and nobles, lived in the first district.

The second rank, consisting of municipal officials, active-duty military officers, and wealthy merchants, resides in the second district.

The third class consists of ordinary civilians with assets and stable jobs, who live in the third district.

The fourth class consists of lower-class citizens who serve the first three classes and live in the fourth district.

The fifth level consists of vagrants who have been rejected by society and are all confined to a special area called the Fifth District.

Apart from District 5, each district is equipped with taverns, restaurants, factories, and schools. Of course, the best resources are concentrated in the first three districts. The Adriatic family cemetery is located in District 2 of the West City.

At this moment, a solemn funeral is being held in the cemetery.

"The Lord had mercy on him and called him back to Heaven to serve, where there is no suffering."

The priest looked somewhat sorrowful, for his student lay in the cemetery.

Hundreds of people dressed in black gathered in front of the tombstone, bowing their heads to say goodbye. Some of them were clearly anxious, occasionally looking up at the entrance to the cemetery.

Standing at the very front was Andrei Adrià, dressed in a neat military uniform, his expression one of deep sorrow.

Buried beneath the tombstone is his proud son, Karls Edria.

The priest's final sermon was very sincere, but Andrei wouldn't listen to a word he said.

What kept replaying in his mind was his son's mangled and cold body.

This shouldn't have been Karls's fate. It was all because a gatekeeper, eager to claim credit, took it upon himself to lead several students from the elementary seminary to Morremod Village to deal with the curse incident, only to be unexpectedly invaded by werewolves.

In the end, they all died tragically there.

Anred was filled with grief, and even more so with endless confusion and resentment.

He couldn't understand why his son, who had been a devout believer all his life, had ended up like this.

He himself abandoned the church and joined the United Front, yet he has lived peacefully to this day.

After the prayer was finished, the priest sighed and left early.

After the priest left, the atmosphere became less solemn, and whispers began to circulate.

"Hurry up and say your final goodbyes." His wife Mary's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

Her gaze toward Anred was filled with nothing but hatred and disgust.

Andre couldn't blame her.

After all, it was his initiative to suggest that his illegitimate son, who had been fostered outside the family for twenty years, take the place of his deceased brother and enter Oxford Theological Seminary for further studies.

This was such a devastating blow to Mary.

The son she was so proud of died tragically in an unexpected accident.

The husband concealed the existence of his illegitimate son for twenty years, and now he wants that illegitimate son, whom he has never met, to take over his son's life and future.

She even vaguely suspected that her son had died in Moremod village while protecting his younger brother whom he had never met.

Despite the relentless blows, she didn't completely break down; all that remained was a heart full of resentment.

Anred walked slowly to the tombstone and gently stroked the cold stone.

The surrounding relatives of the Adriatic family all watched him silently with varying expressions.

A middle-aged man with a mustache stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and offered a perfunctory consolation: "Brother, we are all heartbroken by Karl's passing."

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"He was so outstanding that he could have been the pride of the Adriatic family, and even had a chance to enter one of the four major sects in London."

"We might be able to join the church family in the future."

"But God loved him so much that He called him into Heaven to serve so early."

Immediately afterwards, a woman wearing a veil and heavy makeup spoke up: "Anred, we cannot comment on your private life."

"But you shouldn't have wronged Mary."

"Hiding his illegitimate child for twenty years and never telling anyone in the family, and now he's being asked to take Karls' place at the seminary—this is so unfair to Karls."

Another frivolous-looking young man chimed in, "Yeah, yeah."

"My cousin worked hard for many years to get this spot, how can we give it to that country bumpkin?"

Anred slowly stood up and looked around at everyone.

He saw it clearly: these so-called family members and relatives were not there to mourn Karl at all.

What they truly coveted were the places at Oxford Theological Seminary that had become vacant after Carls' death.

Newcastle, a city, only has twenty spots a year, and these church families already make up the majority of them. Only a very small number of spots are given to non-church families. As a non-top-tier nobleman, it was extremely difficult for Karls to get that spot, and it also attracted the envy of many people.

According to the rules of the church federation, if a family member dies unexpectedly, the relatives have the right to elect someone from the family to inherit the qualification for further study.

Oxford Theological Seminary is one of the eight major theological seminaries in Europe, and along with Cambridge, it is one of the two top theological seminaries in the UK. To enter the middle ranks of the church, studying at one of these two seminaries is a prerequisite for becoming an orthodox clergyman.

Besides Karls, there were two other members of the clan who were studying at the elementary seminary and were quite talented.

They failed to secure their spots through their own merit, but instead hoped to leverage their relationship with the future pastor's classmates to curry favor and benefit in the future.

When Karls was alive, the family was proud of him. Now that Karls has died tragically and the spot is vacant, the family has started fighting over it, each wanting to grab the spot.

But when Anred suddenly announced that his illegitimate son, who was living abroad, would return to the family and inherit Karls's place, everyone's plans were shattered.

Mary couldn't accept it, and the entire Adriatic family was against it. This was especially true of the family members who had originally hoped to compete for a spot, and their parents, who were particularly resentful.

I thought my bright future had fallen from the sky, but how could it be snatched away by an illegitimate child who appeared out of nowhere?

To this end, they secretly dispatched private detectives and colluded with the city's sheriff to investigate the background of the illegitimate son named Hex, while also using their connections with the church to forcibly transfer the quota to one of their own.

Within just a few days, the entire Adriatic family was thrown into chaos.

"In my opinion, that Hextech guy probably died in the wild halfway there," a mean-looking old woman said coldly.

"Anred, make a decision soon, don't waste everyone's time."

"Yes, yes, Aunt Rice is right, you should give up your spot!"

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Family members echoed their sentiments, their tone urging them on.

Looking at this group of indifferent and selfish clansmen, not one of them truly mourned the passing of Karls, but only thought about dividing up his last honors and future, Anred gave a bitter smile. "Hex will be here soon." "Hex?" An old man with gray hair and beard finally interrupted.

"Is his last name Adelya?"

The old man is Kellright, the current head of the Adriatic family, and also Anred's father.

He looked coldly at Anred, his tone carrying a sense of intimidation.

"Don't forget who gave you your rank of lieutenant colonel."

"Who paved the way for Karls to enter the elementary seminary at the age of ten?"

"Illegitimate children have no right to inherit the family's honor."

"What's more, they still haven't shown up."

"Anred, let's end this farce as soon as possible."

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Anred frowned, his heart filled with anxiety.

The Hextech roster arranged by the United Front is taking forever to arrive. If this continues, the spots will simply be forcibly divided up by the clansmen.

How will he explain this to his superiors on the United Front?

Just as he was about to start arguing, the sound of a car suddenly came from afar.

A large truck with a cross on its side was speeding toward the cemetery.

The argument in the cemetery stopped instantly, and everyone looked curiously in the direction of the carriage.

After the priest has finished his last prayers, who else would make a special trip to come now?

The carriage slowly came to a stop, and a tall man, nearly two meters in height, lifted the curtain and jumped down.

He wore a slightly worn black robe, the fabric of which could not conceal his sharply defined, angular features, and his bulging muscles exuded an imposing, mountain-like aura.

The man, dragging a suitcase, looked directly at Anred in the crowd.

"Andree Edria," he said in an odd tone, "Father?"

Anred was startled and quickly stepped forward to greet him: "Hex, you've finally arrived."

At that moment, all the Adriatics stared blankly at the newcomer.

They originally thought that the illegitimate son who grew up in the countryside must be a timid, ugly, and cowardly country good-for-nothing who dared not make eye contact with people.

But the man in front of them was nearly two meters tall, with muscles as defined as rocks, and a powerful and intimidating aura. He was completely different from the man they had imagined.

The sarcastic and ostracizing remarks that everyone had prepared were all stuck in their throats, and they couldn't utter a single word.

The cemetery instantly fell into an eerie silence.