It would take some time for the leaders to come here, so Zed decided to go to the cemetery of his parents first. In this way, he could deal with the land matter with all his heart.
Of course, Freda supported him. After telling Uncle King, they set off.
From the town to the cemetery, the two of them needed to take a bus to the countryside.
People in the car spoke in a language that the two of them could not understand but inexplicably felt familiar with.
The people around them burst into laughter. Since Freda didn't understand what they were thinking, she asked Zed Smith in a low voice, "Hey, do you understand what they are talking about?"
"I just lived here for some time when I was a child. Even if I would, I had already forgotten it."
"Okay."
In a daze, Freda fell asleep with Zed's coat on her body and her head on his shoulder, which made her more comfortable. Freda murmured and fell asleep again.
"Wake up, Freda. We have arrived."