Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Chapter 1

"I cheated?"

Cecil sat up from the coffin, looking at the misty wilderness and the gray sky.

In the last hour of his life, he was still talking to his colleagues: "No accident, this Christmas is another person, and New Year's Eve is also a person."

In an accident, you have to go to the hospital.

Unexpectedly, it became a prophecy. On the way home from get off work, he had a car accident and was sent to the hospital. After the rescue failed, he lay down peacefully in the morgue.

As far as the current situation is concerned, his body was not cremated, but buried here—Searle looked around, and besides his own coffin, he saw two abandoned coffins covered with moss and rotting wood, and surrounding Stone hedges, tombs with crooked crosses.

Maybe a cemetery?

The feeling of death is still very clear, and Syl can even recall his own breathing that is gradually weakening and his heart that is not beating, and it is cold... wait a minute.

He raised his hand to touch his chest - there was a strong heartbeat there.

"?"

So, he is not a corpse fraud, but a rebirth?

From the flowing mist, Syl vaguely glimpsed a warm yellow light.

The light was unstable, like a kerosene lamp hanging on a black iron chandelier swaying in the wind.There are more than one cluster of flickering lights, it should be a town.

After this idea appeared, a scene of a medieval town quickly flashed through Searle's mind.Dim yellow warm lamps, dilapidated houses, small stalls set up with tarpaulins...but all of them are just like fleeting shadows, disappearing before they are clear.

There was a dull pain in his temple, and he raised his hand to rub it, feeling a little confused.

The field of vision is clearly just a fog, why can he think of these pictures through a cluster of lights?Although he is of mixed race, he grew up in the East, not to mention those ancient stylized buildings have long been erased by modern construction.

In the end, Searle identified this strange phenomenon as the ancestral memory passed down in the blood—or because he read too many comics.

To be honest, he thinks the latter is more likely.

Syl tried to stretch his arms and stretched his waist, his knuckles climbed up to the edge of the coffin, and within reach was a piece of rough, even damp wood marks.

He planned to support the coffin to stand up, but he didn't expect that the old coffin wood broke with a "creak" sound, leaving rotten black sawdust in the palm of his hand.

Syl clapped his palms, and the sawdust mixed with dust fell down. Then he looked through the seam of his overalls and saw the envelope lying underneath.

The envelope has a red stamp, and the corners are slightly yellowed.He took out the brittle letter paper, and the pen and ink on it was written in a strange language, which did not belong to any language in his memory, but Searle understood it without any hindrance.

[This town ushered in destruction.Remember that old castle?A magnificent building.My whole life has been in that ancient, mysterious writing, and shadowed place.I've uncovered disturbing clues that something unbelievable and unknown lies beneath the town.I have studied a large number of ancient books and performed a large number of rituals...]

Part of the handwriting behind has been blurred, and only the last line can be seen.

[I beg you, fulfill your power, come back to inherit and save this place.Take this letter to Lancelot and he will help you. 】

There is also a roll of parchment map in the envelope, which unfolds itself in front of it.

There is a strangely shaped scarecrow drawn on the map, which seems to represent his location. The scarecrow icon extends a dotted line towards the north, leading to the site where a dilapidated castle is drawn, which is probably the ruins of the magnificent building mentioned in the letter .

This place is completely different from the modern city he used to live in. Judging from the strange behavior unfolded on this volume of the map, there may still be mysterious settings such as magic and witchcraft.

If ordinary people find themselves lying in a coffin in a completely strange world when they open their eyes, and the tattered map is suspended in mid-air and moves by itself, I am afraid that they will be confused and fall into the "who am I where am I?" What to do now" dilemma.

But as a young man who has read countless times, is unconstrained, and often saves the world in his dreams, facing this brand new magical world, Searle rubbed his hands with anticipation.

Anyway, I have already died once, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Three minutes later, he arrived at the ruins of the ancient castle following the guidance of the parchment map.

The once magnificent building now only remains in ruins. The cold wind blows up the ashes in the broken bricks and rubble, making the already dark sky even more cloudy. Only a man in a black tuxedo can be vaguely seen lying on the dilapidated sofa.

The man's face was covered with a book, and his long legs stretched over the arm of the sofa.

As if he heard Syl's footsteps, he turned over, and the book fell to the ground with a "clack", revealing half of his pale and handsome face.

The man picked up the book, got up in a smooth manner, stroked his chest with his right hand, put his left hand behind his back, and gave a standard deacon salute to Syl: "Master."

The voice is deep and pleasant.

Syl was stunned: "?"

"My name is Lancelot, and I'm the butler of the castle." The man in a well-fitting white shirt and black tuxedo said.

"After the town was destroyed, I have been waiting here for the next owner." He paused, his eyes indicating the letter "that is, the person who came to me with this letter."

There was no language barrier, Searle could understand what he said, but still felt something was wrong.

Along the way, all he could see were wild grave mounds and abandoned coffins covered with weeds. The place was quite large, but there seemed to be no inheritance property, unless there were treasures buried under the wasteland.

As if aware of Syl's doubts, Lancelot's voice sounded again: "Master, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

Hearing this address, Syl waved his hands uncomfortably, "My name is Cecil, you can just call me Syl."

Cecil is his English name. As for his Chinese name—Since his father’s surname is Sai, he was named Cecil directly, and most people close to him call him that.

"Yes, Your Highness Cecil." Lancelot still did not give up the honorific title.

Considering the different customs and conditions in the other world, Syl didn't bother to correct his address, and only asked aloud, "So what I inherited is this... um, the cemetery?"

So what should he do?Digging a grave?Or guard the tomb?

Searle remembered that he had played a game called "Gravekeeper" in the original world-maybe he was asked to dissect meat and organs from fresh corpses and sell them to the tavern?

Lancelot didn't know what was going on in the head of the master from another world. He shook his head and said softly, "It was originally like this, but..."

Hearing "but", Seale immediately pricked up his ears.Usually the most important content is behind this turning point.

I saw Mr. Steward taking out a bundle of scrolls from his pocket, "One day ago, Baron Metz of Karami Town sent someone to send this volume of compulsory purchase orders. If the stipulated amount cannot be handed over within 30 days, this land will belong to Metz. All Baron."

"Huh?" Syl took the scroll and unfolded it.

The edge of the scroll is gilded, the material is tough and not easy to break, and the red stamp on the bottom is engraved with the scepter pattern.

"That is the coat of arms of the Augustinian Empire and a testament to the supreme power of the royal family," Lancelot said.

Syl nodded and carefully read the terms above—the general meaning of the compulsory purchase order is that Baron Metz is authorized to purchase this land at a price of 30 gold coins. If the landlord wants to retain the land ownership, he must pay the same price of gold coins. Cancellation order.

"???" Syl asked with a question mark in his head.

Do you have to pay for your own land if you don’t sell it?

Although he is not yet familiar with the currency here, 30 gold coins is not a small amount.

He thought he didn't see something clearly, so he read it carefully again, and after confirming that it was the overlord's clause, he asked in disbelief, "What kind of robber logic is this?"

Lancelot replied quietly: "In Augustine, nobles are robbers."

And this Baron Metz, who had never met before, planned to use this robbery to take away the land ownership of the cemetery.

Seale has been influenced by the values ​​of justice and the rule of law since he was a child, and he definitely belongs to the camp of order and goodness. Even if the cemetery is not the property to be inherited, he can't sit idly by when encountering such a thing.

Searle tore it hard with his fingers, and the tough material was shredded in two or three strokes, and a little gold leaf fell from the gilded part.

Lancelot watched his movements, his dark eyes lit with fine gold leaf.

"I'm not going to let him take the land away, but—can you tell me about it? Like, where is this?" Searle asked.

At least he had to understand the general situation of this world before he knew how to fight against that noble robber.

Lancelot was stunned, and then noticed Sil's out of place dress.

The boy in front of me was wearing black overalls with many pockets (which in Lancelot's eyes were no different from the baggy trousers of a circus clown), and natural wool curls, which densely covered the eyes until the wind blew His hair was curled in front of his forehead, revealing his beautiful clear eyes, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

"I mean, what's the name of this place?" Syl thought he didn't understand.

Lancelot retracted his gaze, "This is the border between Augustine and Ferdinand. There is no exact place name. It is probably located on the outskirts of Karami Town..."

As for the continent where they live, it is called Losra by geologists.

"Gollum—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Xi Erqing coughed and rubbed his stomach, "It seems to be hungry, I mean, is there anything to eat?"

The author has something to say:

Thank you Lankirow for the nutrient solution~ Zai Zai’s surname is Sai and his name is Syl, so basically write Syl directly later

The setting inspiration is mainly from "Gravekeeper", "Plants vs. Zombies", "Dark Dungeon"