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Chapter 85 Individual Commission

Phyllis gently pushed a yellowed commission form in front of Otto, her fingertips turning slightly white from nervousness.

Her voice lowered unconsciously, with a slight tremor that was hard to hide.

"Here is a commission for the Jackdaw Cemetery. If Mr. Otto is willing, you may take it on as well."

Otto picked up the order form and ran his fingertip over the messy handwriting on it.

The edges of the paper were somewhat torn, indicating that it had clearly been circulated among many people.

Phyllis took a deep breath and continued.

"It's been a full two weeks."

Every night after nightfall, the cemetery is filled with the sounds of women crying and the clanging of chains dragging across the stone paths.

A few daring young men, not believing in superstitions, went in together to investigate.

As she spoke, her voice suddenly stopped, and her face turned somewhat pale.

After a long pause, she continued.

"They all went crazy when they came back."

He was talking nonsense, saying he saw a woman in a white dress floating among the tombstones.

Some say she has no feet, others say her face is blank.

The town doctor prescribed them sedatives, but they still haven't recovered.

Phyllis couldn't help but shiver and instinctively hugged her arms tightly.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, before continuing.

"At that time, the tomb keeper Romeo also disappeared."

The cemetery owner only realized something was wrong three days ago, but found his lantern and a mud-covered boot at the cemetery gate.

The oil in the lantern hadn't burned out yet, indicating he must have been on patrol when he disappeared.

Upon hearing this, Otto frowned slightly.

He put down the order form, looked up at Phyllis, and asked the most crucial question.

"Have there been any recent burials in the cemetery?"

Or rather, did anything unusual happen two weeks ago?

In Otto's view, the timing of these two weeks was too coincidental.

Generally speaking, such sudden supernatural phenomena are mostly caused by the burial of someone with a deep obsession before death in this land.

Strong resentment attracts restless spirits, which leads to all sorts of strange occurrences.

If we can find this person, the problem should be easily solved.

Upon hearing this, Phyllis bent down and rummaged through the wooden cabinet behind her.

Soon, she took out a thin piece of paper with the cemetery's burial records for the past three months.

"According to the information provided by the cemetery, no one has been buried in the past two weeks."

However, exactly two weeks ago, Miss Juliet, the town's seamstress, passed away and was buried in the northwest corner of the cemetery.

Phyllis's face showed deep regret when Juliet was mentioned.

"Miss Juliet's cooking is really good."

A year ago, after she moved to Oaktown, she opened a small tailor shop in the town center.

Whether it's altering clothing sizes or customizing fabrics for various styles, she does it all impeccably.

Her stitches were fine and even, and even the most discerning noble ladies praised her craftsmanship.

I have several favorite dresses, all hand-sewn by Miss Juliet.

Her voice grew softer and softer, tinged with a sob.

"How could she have died so suddenly?"

I even ordered a coat from her store last month.

She looked perfectly fine at the time, showing no signs of illness whatsoever.

Otto heard the sadness in the girl's voice. He didn't ask any questions immediately, but instead picked up a rag from the table and continued wiping the rainwater off his armor.

He knew Phyllis needed some time to calm down.

After a long while, Phyllis wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her head, and said.

According to the cemetery, she died of illness.

They said she had suffered a sudden illness, and by the time they found her, she was no longer breathing.

Her voice was filled with disbelief.

"Such a good person, died all alone in his own tailor shop."

She lived there alone, with no one to take care of her.

"I must have been very lonely when I was dying."

Phyllis is only sixteen years old this year, a time when she is naturally sentimental.

When someone you know suddenly passes away, it's natural to feel very down.

Otto didn't speak, but silently wiped his armor, giving her enough time to compose herself.

Everyone else in the guild was busy with their own things, and no one came to bother them.

Fortunately, Phyllis was professional enough that she quickly recovered from her initial disappointment.

She looked up at Otto and said softly.

"The commission for this transaction is fifty copper Thorns."

The client, the owner of the cemetery, said that if anyone could completely resolve the anomalies in the cemetery and restore peace, he would add an extra thirty copper Thorns as a reward.

Eighty copper Thorns is a very generous reward for a small commission to clean up paranormal phenomena.

According to Phyllis's explanation, these kinds of commissions usually cost between thirty and fifty copper Thorns.

Seeing this, Otto simply nodded and said it straightforwardly.

"make a deal."

Otto's original purpose was simply to find a suitable place to prepare for the black cat's transformation, and he didn't mind taking on the commission as long as the payment was reasonable.

Thinking of this, he stood up and put his clean armor back on, piece by piece.

The cold metal against the skin brings a familiar sense of security.

He carefully inspected the iron sword at his waist, making sure the blade was sharp and undamaged.

After he finished preparing, he looked at Phyllis and said with a smile.

"Then I'll go to the Crow Cemetery now."

It's getting cold, so please take care of yourself and don't catch a cold.

Otto reached out and affectionately patted Phyllis's head.

His hands still felt the cool touch of the armor, but Phyllis felt a warm current flow from the top of her head all the way to her heart.

She looked up, met Otto's eyes, and spoke earnestly.

You must be careful.

Otto smiled and nodded.

Then he picked up the commission form on the table, turned around and walked towards the guild gate.

As Otto turned and left, Phyllis felt somewhat dazed.

It wasn't until Otto was about to walk out of the guild gate that she suddenly realized what was happening and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Otto, you must be careful!"

Phyllis has been working at the Adventurers' Guild for three years.

Although she was the same age as Otto, she had witnessed far more life-and-death separations than Otto.

She had seen too many adventurers who greeted her with smiles the day before, only to never return the next day.

Some were brought back as cold corpses, while others disappeared completely in the wild, leaving no trace.

Perhaps because they were talking about the death of an acquaintance, Phyllis seemed somewhat anxious and uncertain.