A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

According to the thief, this is a cemetery, so the people who would appear here would be either tomb sweepers, tomb raiders, or tomb guardians.

Bray guessed that the woman with the beautiful face was a tomb keeper.

Bray guessed right.

Mira was very curious about Bray, who had revealed his identity so readily.

“Miss Gravekeeper? What a novel title.” Carrying a lantern, the woman approached Bray.

The flame in the lamp flickered, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"My name is Mira."

Completely unaware that he was in a strange place, Bray touched his backpack, looking for something.

“Since you’re a gravedigger, here’s one for you…” Bray pulled out a piece of parchment and frowned.

Bray was pondering what to call this piece of parchment.

A letter? It doesn't look like one.

A map? It doesn't look like one.

“Well, here’s a piece of parchment for you.” Finally, Bray gave up thinking.

"It was given to you by Barossa."

“Barossa…that guy…” Mira’s eyes rippled.

Mira took the parchment from Bray with her left hand.

The moment Bray touched Mira's hand, he felt a chill.

The familiar temperature.

Bray's pupils contracted instinctively, but in the end he did nothing or said anything.

“A suicide note.” Mira’s usually expressionless face finally showed surprise.

His expression then turned somewhat somber.

You can use a suicide note, which implies that the truth doesn't need to be stated.

"A suicide note?"

"The paper used to record everything a person says before they die is usually made of enchanted parchment," Mira explained calmly, touching the paper with the last words.

"It sounds expensive."

"It is quite expensive."

Having said that, Mira put down her lantern and picked up the suicide note.

With her eyelids lowered, Mira stared at the suicide note.

The chanting began quietly, and intricate patterns appeared on the suicide note.

"Is it really that complicated to read a suicide note?"

“The information on the will is directly engraved in the reader’s mind, which is very troublesome.” Although Mira was speaking, strangely, the chanting still lingered in her mind.

It seemed there was still some time before the chanting was finished, so Bray thought chatting was a good option.

"Is Miss Mira always expressionless?"

"almost…"

Why don't you smile?

"I don't want to laugh."

"Okay, let's change the subject," Bray said, gesturing with his lips.

Why doesn't that scary zombie attack me?

"Because those are just the dead wandering in the 'Wandering Tomb,' they have no reason to attack you."

"Then why are the undead outside attacking people?"

"Because those are evil spirits, and the bewildered dead have no reason to attack people."

"By the way, you said this place is the 'Wandering Tomb,' why can't anyone find out about it from the outside?"

"Because this is a cemetery for resting souls, it is full of the dead. No living people come here. Since not many living people have come here, not many people know the name of this cemetery, and most people don't even know that this cemetery exists."

No wonder the thieves only knew this was a haunted graveyard.

The thief who knew about this cemetery must have been quite knowledgeable.

“No one is coming... so what am I?” Bray pointed to himself.

"You are a living person."

"..." Bray didn't know how to respond.

However, since you started this conversation, you have to take responsibility even if it means dying.

"This place is full of the dead, is Miss Mira one too?"

"Yes."

This is impossible to talk about.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Bray's forehead.

The person I've been talking to for so long turned out to be a dead person.

To be honest, Bray had a bad feeling about it, because the temperature of Mira's hand was very similar to the temperature of the corpse that Bray had felt before.

But actually getting the accurate answer is really frustrating.

"Are you scared?" Mira asked, the golden light emanating from the suicide note making her look nothing like the deceased.

“I’m scared.” Bray nodded.

"Why? Didn't you seem completely unaffected by the zombies?"

"A dead person who is good-looking, can talk, and has no smell of decay really makes me uneasy."

Mira fell silent.

"Are you praising me?" Mira tried to ask.

“No.” Bray shook his head and sighed.

"... "

"I don't want to hear any more questions from you for the next ten minutes," Mira said coldly, looking at me.

"Okay." Bray waited helplessly for ten minutes.

Actually, Bray has many, many more questions he wants to ask.

However, ten minutes later, Mira still did not speak.

This made Bray a little anxious.

"Miss Mira?"

"I told you, I don't want to hear you ask questions for the next ten minutes."

Even if it's phrased as a question.

A ripple stirred within the otherwise cool and aloof voice.

His tone was no longer flat; his voice was trembling.

Bray didn't say anything more, he just closed his eyes.

Waiting for Mira to speak first.

Because of Bray, he inadvertently noticed a few drops of water dripping onto the parchment.

No, probably, those were tears.

"Do the dead shed tears?"

Mira picked up the lantern from the ground again and looked at Bray.

Bray opened his closed eyes.

Mira's eyes were still moist, but Bray saw no trace of sadness on her face.

Having no intention of pressing the issue further, Bray decided to keep quiet.

"I didn't see anything; I'm blind."

"Actually, you didn't have to say that nonsense."

"Sorry for saying that nonsense."

Mira stared at me for a long time.

"You must have a lot of questions to ask."

"Correct."

"Then let me tell you a story."

For some reason, Mira suddenly felt a strong urge to confide in this visitor.

Let us recount those long-forgotten stories. The "Wandering Tomb" is a cemetery that appeared at some unknown time.

It's as if it's existed for a very, very long time.

The name of this mysterious cemetery was also found in ancient documents.

Since ancient times, all the cities that have been built have been far away from this cemetery.

The people of the past are warning future generations not to trespass on this cemetery or desecrate it.

This cemetery is the final resting place for the bewildered dead.

As time goes by, the warnings are gradually forgotten.

Ultimately, this cemetery has been forgotten to this day.

This could be lucky, or it could be unlucky.

Fortunately, the tomb, which had faded from people's sight, can finally enjoy complete peace.

Unfortunately, people have completely forgotten the warnings of their predecessors.

It's unknown when the tranquility of this cemetery will be broken.

A gravedigger is someone who safeguards the tranquility of a cemetery.

The gravedigger silently watches the bewildered dead struggling in the wandering tomb, without disturbing them.

When the soul is no longer lost, the deceased will find their home and return to the world.

We will no longer allow those who kill to commit blasphemy, nor will we be tainted by the pervasive hatred.

All the tomb that wanders needs is tranquility.

So all the gravedigger needs to protect is tranquility.

Every so often, the previous gravedigger would vanish, and another bewildered dead would become the new gravedigger.

Becoming a tomb keeper means knowing all the long-forgotten history and everything about this cemetery.

“I am now the gravedigger,” Mira said softly, her gaze deep.

"She is also Barossa's sister."

"..." Bray roughly understood why Mira was crying.

"Furthermore, if a living person stays in a wandering tomb for too long, he will become a dead person."

“Because this is not a place for the living.” Mira’s voice suddenly turned sinister.

“…” Bray squinted his dead fish eyes at Mira.

"Are you scared?" Mira asked.

“Not bad,” Bray said.

"As expected, she's someone who lacks a sense of fear." Mira flicked a strand of hair.