Chapter 130

The memorial service was held inside an area south of Bordertown, on the edge of the no man's land. To call it a no man's land wasn't right. Van'er didn't have the foggiest idea when, however on one occasion somebody had fabricated a little stone wall around this area. From that point forward, nobody showed any interest in the real estate parcel. The wall was covered with thick snow, and when seen from a far distance it seemed as though it laid under a layer of silver. Albeit the wall wasn't high, venturing over it was simple. Whenever Van'er saw this wall, he was unable to assist himself from pondering the city with walling - the two of them had a similar variety and shape. As of not long ago, he had just heard from the voyaging shippers about such a custom. At the point when a significant individual from the privileged or illustrious family kicked the bucket, the departed's family would go to the burial ground together. There they would play some miserable music, and everybody wou