Bab 3004: Memory Seal

There was no such sort of burial ritual in Greece, and she had never even heard of using soil from burying a loved one's cremains to nourish a seed.

But Izisha thought that this method was good. It was better than finding a random place to bury dead people and never getting close to the area within a radius of one kilometer outside this land in her life.

Izisha found a fruit. Fragrant fruit trees were everywhere on the Goddess Peak. The female believers would pick them up regularly, wash them, and send them to the Saintess' Hall.

"A pear?"

"Yeah, a pear." Izisha handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Eat it and give me the core." The middle-aged man glanced at Izisha and felt that she was a little dull-witted.

Izisha hesitated. She was indeed a little hungry as she had not eaten anything since the public speech in the morning.

"I'm going to scatter the cremains." The middle-aged man opened the urn.