The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 411 Selling the Ancestral Grave

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As the crowd around them grew larger, Jaime realized that speaking outside wasn’t going to work. Seeing Isolde’s overly flattering attitude, he coldly said, “Wait here. I’ll go inform Lawson.”

Isolde bowed politely. “Thank you for your trouble.”

Jaime instructed someone to keep watch at the door and quickly ran inside.

Soon enough, Jaime came back out and glanced at Isolde, saying, “Lawson is merciful and has allowed you to speak, but you’re not allowed to enter the main building. You must remain outside.”

“Thank you, I understand the rules,” Isolde replied, nodding gratefully.

It was fine not to go inside; they could speak in the courtyard.

The large church doors swung open, and some of the onlookers perched on the walls, while others gathered near the entrance. The flickering light from the bonfire inside made everything visible.

Lawson sat at the entrance of the church, appearing to be in his sixties, with graying hair and a thin face. His eyes were deep–set, and faint spots marked the corners. He looked stern, surrounded by many young men from the family. Even though this was just a small church in Zrork City, Lawson carried himself with the air of someone presiding over an official court session.

Impressive.

Isolde could see a few older men sitting inside the church, but there were so many people at the door that she couldn’t clearly make out who was inside. However, sitting among the elders was one person who looked very familiar. It had to be Vance.

Isolde kept her composure as she stepped forward and bowed toward Lawson. “I, Isolde, pay my respects to Lawson.”

was slow and dismissive as he replied, “Ah, so it’s Isolde. My apologies for not rising to greet

never presume to have you rise. It is my duty to

raised his head and looked her over, then extended his hand. Someone behind him placed a smoking pipe into his hand, and another person eagerly filled it with tobacco and lit it. Lawson took a

but Lawson immediately barked, “Stand where you are! No

I forgot the rules for a moment. Please

to proceed. “Say

constant smiles made it difficult for him to raise his hand

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family already selected a burial plot for him. It was your

the plot you’ve selected is unstable, the soil is loose. If a storm comes, the grave could be exposed. And my father was a First–Rank Duke, according to the proper rites, his tomb

snorted. “Don’t try to use your First–Rank Duke title to intimidate me. The state has its laws, but families have their own rules. He is a Langley, and his tomb cannot

followed, but doesn’t the state law take precedence? Since my father’s tomb must follow the proper standards, it would be best if we follow those

you’re a marquise, I’ll indulge you a bit. There’s no room for discussion. If he’s to be buried in the ancestral grave, it must be in the plot we’ve chosen. If not, you

words, the matter was settled. No

by my father. The deed is in my hands. All I want is for him to be buried peacefully and properly. If that can happen,

to door and tell all

the land had been declared the Langley family’s ancestral plot, any family members who could trace their lineage back to the family were buried there. But if Isolde now claimed that land as her own, she would be accusing the family of exhuming their forebears–an act

I am a businesswoman, and

and raised her hands in greeting. “I ask that you help spread the word. I’m considering selling this mountain. Its energy is exceptional. My father’s rise from a humble soldier to

erupted in shock, with people exclaiming, “Is this for