Chapter 217:
The urn containing the ashes of “Dwarf Victim Mr. X” was placed on the wooden shelf in Murphy’s office at dawn. For some strange sense of “ceremony”, Tris even found a dwarf-style ceramic urn to hold these ashes.
Actually, according to dwarven tradition, using a metal container would obviously be more formal.
For example, Brass Dwarves would use brass or gold urns, Silver Dwarves naturally use silver urns, and Frost Dwarves generally use cold iron urns. It is precisely because of this unique tradition that there are always many valuable items in dwarven grand tombs. However, there aren’t many grave robbers on the continent who dare to go to dwarf cemeteries to steal things. The dwarves’ pettiness and maintenance of traditions are unimaginable to humans. If you offend them, it means this debt will be remembered until you die.
In extreme cases, it may even affect future generations, after all, dwarves are long-lived races, and they really hold grudges.
However, Murphy felt that even if this urn of ashes was sent back to Frosthold in the Great Wilderness according to dwarven tradition, those Frost Dwarves might not necessarily want it.
This thing has been “contaminated” after all.
Even if the Master Witch Hunters did their best to purify it, it would be difficult to bring more dignity to this unjustly dead person.
Being used by Dusk even after death, nearly causing a “scorched earth” tragedy thousands of miles away in Transia. If that dwarf Golden powerhouse knew about this in the afterlife, he might really have to thank the vampires for the “redemption” they brought him.
“I’ll trouble you to ‘stay’ here for a while, Mr. X,” Murphy said, placing the dwarf’s ash urn upright. He gently patted the urn and said in a strange tone: