Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1210 - 322: Burial Objects

Chapter 1210: Chapter 322: Burial Objects

"You say this is what? Mackinway wine?" Not only Pannis, but everyone was stunned. Pannis fiddled with the cloth bag holding the bottle, looking puzzled as he asked, "Why would you think to give it to us? I don’t believe you have any connection with Master Fila."

"Master Fila? What does Master Fila have to do with it?" Matilda was also surprised and didn’t understand why everyone’s reaction was so strange, asking puzzled, "I just heard you shouting outside, saying you wanted to drink Mackinway wine, and it just so happened that when I was buried, my friends buried a bottle with me. I don’t like drinking, but I also couldn’t bear to give it to anyone else, of course, I never had the chance to give it away, so I’ve kept it treasured by my side all this time. I had almost forgotten about it, but when I heard you shouting just now, it suddenly came to mind. It’s been about sixty years, and I thought since it fits your preferences, why not take it out and give it to you? Remembering you’ve always been a master in wine tasting, giving it to you would certainly not be a waste."

"Ah, now this is interesting." Pannis stroked his chin, his smile quirky as he said, "You say you don’t like drinking? Do others know this?"

"Hmm, I almost never touch alcohol, all my friends know this." Matilda, though not understanding the purpose behind Pannis’s question, answered truthfully, "Lord Kyle, is there something wrong?"

"Don’t you find it odd? Since you never drink and you don’t like alcohol, why would friends use wine, and such cherished wine at that, for your burial?" Pannis asked, "Do you remember which friend brought this funeral gift?"

"Uh, Lord Kyle, you’re really putting me on the spot." Matilda said, caught between laughter and tears, "How could I possibly know who prepared each of the burial items? I think no one in the world would know such a thing."

"That might be so, unless someone was so bored they played dead like an idiot, then sneakily got up to peek at those who came to the funeral," Pannis teased, kicking at Dillie pretending he was genuinely a lion, "Isn’t that right, Dillie?"

"Don’t act like you haven’t done that yourself, you idiot Kyle," Dillie snapped back, but Pannis had already pulled back his leg, leaving him biting the air. The scorpion-tailed lion didn’t care about missing the bite, he simply swished his tail and said, "I really wonder how you all can stand this idiot. So much time has passed now, and none of you have beaten him to death—it’s a miracle indeed!"

"Ah, because he’s unkillable." Catherine’s words were teeming with banter as she exchanged smiles with the other girls, giving off a vibe filled with happiness and joy, "Over the years we have tried many times but always failed, so we eventually had to give up, and just continue to endure. It also gives us a chance to practice our patience."

"I really feel for you," said Dillie, reluctantly crawling a few steps to the side to get out of Pannis’s reach, and laying back down on the ground, no longer staring at Matilda but closing his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the fire.

"Sorry, I don’t quite understand," Matilda hesitated before asking, "Is the fact that this bottle of wine was used as a burial gift very important?"

"No, no, no, Miss Matilda, there’s no need to be nervous." Catherine took Matilda’s hand, guiding her to sit down, and whispered reassuringly, "It’s not important, we were just making some guesses, and the timing of this wine bottle’s appearance is too coincidental, just right to confirm some of our speculations."

"Is the timing really that coincidental?" After hearing Catherine’s explanation, Matilda felt even more baffled and asked blankly, "Since I regained consciousness, this bottle of wine has always been stored in my room, so it can’t be considered coincidental, can it?"

"Well, that’s from your perspective, not ours," Pannis shook his head and said, "For us, I just exclaimed that I wanted to drink Mackinway wine, and then this bottle appeared in front of me, especially since it showed up through various coincidences, which is quite interesting, heh. Just like I asked you earlier, would you use something that others don’t like for their burial? I wouldn’t, that’s for sure."

"Uh, I definitely wouldn’t either," Matilda nodded and said, "I was also puzzled about that at the time, but there’s no way to verify such things, so I just decided to stop thinking about it."

"Mm-hmm, that’s a good attitude," Pannis nodded and said, "But have you ever thought, could it be that someone at your funeral, unknown to others, placed this bottle into your coffin, hoping that through your hands, it would end up in front of me decades later?"

"How could that be? That’s too exaggerated," Matilda instinctively exclaimed, but immediately apologized, "I’m sorry, Lord Kyle, I don’t mean to question you, it’s just that what you’re saying seems a bit, a bit..."

"Do you think we are conducting a war meeting?" Pannis shook his head helplessly, "What we’re doing now is just gathering together after dinner for a casual chat, and all these words are just irresponsible speculations, the real purpose is actually just to pass the time, so when you apologize to me so seriously, it really troubles me."

"Ah, sorry, Lord Kyle." After spending a few minutes together, Matilda seemed to revert to her inexperienced self from over a hundred years ago when she first met Pannis, and she said awkwardly, "No, I didn’t mean to apologize, sorry, ah, no no, I apologized again."

"Calm down, calm down, Miss Matilda." Catherine couldn’t help but smile as she stopped the loop Matilda had fallen into, soothingly saying, "It was just a guess after all, you might as well pretend you never heard what we just said, yes, forget those guesses."

"Uh, thank you, Knight," Matilda deliberately avoided using Nellie’s name, smiled gratefully at Catherine, and said, "Previously, persuading you to abandon the mission and leave this place was because I knew you wouldn’t be able to change the outcome, and I was worried about you getting hurt by some of our companions; knowing that all of you are safe made us quite happy."

"So we’re also very grateful for your kindness," Catherine said while holding ghoul Matilda’s hand, smiling, "However, no matter what, we are still in a state of hostility, and even if you trust us, meeting with us must have its own purpose, so let’s hear your reasons first, which I believe you originally wanted to discuss."