The air inside the cathedral was filled with a layer of white smoke.
That was the priceless deep-sea scented incense.
Incense burners lined up one after another, and the incense was thrown into the brazier regardless of cost.
The billowing white smoke spiraled under the dome, trying to create an atmosphere of sacred solemnity that was nearly aggressive and could not be desecrated.
Seldon knelt at the front of the coffin, his black mourning attire fitting perfectly.
He was the center of everyone's gaze and the rightful heir to the Duke.
In front of the coffin kneels a mass of black veils.
Duke Calvin believed in the philosophy of strength in numbers all his life, leaving behind nearly thirty children.
At this moment, these pure-blooded filial sons and grandsons are lined up according to their age, creating a grand scene, yet one that has a touch of the absurd that makes one want to laugh and cry.
The cries come one after another, some real, some fake.
