Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Heroes with a story

It was a simple but loaded question, a problem which Phoebe could not tackle on her own. She was no politician after all and a state funeral was a political event or a military one. She hadn’t thought about what she was going to do to help the ghosts move on because a lot had been going on. In this particular situation, there was one person she knew of that could help her and that was Amon Drusus.

“I don’t know but i need to involve the government, these men sacrificed their lives for this country and for that they deserve a befitting burial. Excuse me for a second.”

She walked to her office and called Amon.

She hesitated for a second before making the call but the urgency of the matter outweighed her dislike for the overly judgemental ghost catcher.

“I need help, if you can, come to my cafe right now.”

“Is it ghost related?” Amon had enthusiasm in his voice. The man was like an addict and his addiction was banishing ghosts.

“Yes but…” The line went dead before she could explain the situation. Phoebe sighed and sank into the chair for exhaustion had enveloped her.

After twenty minutes she stepped out of the office only to find some of the ghosts lazily sitting, having eaten to their fill. They were watching television now and very loudly expressing their wonder like it was the first time they were seeing one. One of them kept going in and out of television while others gushed.

Clearly, they had not been in the real world for long or else they would be familiar with technology, visually at least.

“Oh, we have actually satisfied them.” Phoebe was amazed.

“I told you the only thing that could satisfy them quickly was mixing drinks and food with water from our lake. It has even purified them and they are all but ready to go into the light.” The Saxon spirit popped up next to her. “Your ghost catcher is here.”

Phoebe looked around and she didn’t see him, five seconds later, Amon walked in holding his bells in hand. He looked around the cafe and practically drooled.

Some growling was heard and it was followed by a trembling, the ghosts were uneasy. Nobody liked a ghost catcher, especially not one that was wielding his weapons from the get go.

“Amon, down.” Phoebe commanded like she was talking to her trained dog.

“Woah, woah, woah!” what are you doing here Amon and why the hell are you doing with those damn bells?” David rushed forward and grabbed both of Amon’s arms. He knew Phoebe wouldn’t want them used inside her cafe.

“Dude whatever you do don’t shake those damn bells, these are heroes not illegals. You know my sister doesn’t like ghost catchers and those things will backfire on you like they did the last time anyway.” Andre was familiar with the situation so he advised.

Edward and Jennie were tired and confused, all they did was sit behind the counter and relax, their daughter was living such an adventurous life. They knew Amon as the deputy chief of the SOB Citrus Police department but it didn’t look like he here in that regard.

Grandma Mayfair started explaining to them what Amon’s other identity was.

Phoebe was already exhausted and she was too tired to make threats or argue. “Wow Amon, you sure know how to make an entrance. Now sit let’s talk.”

She calmed the ghosts that were worried on seeing a ghost catcher. Connie and Sylvester were doing the same thing, assuring them that they were safe.

“What is going on here Pheebs? Why are there so many ghosts here? What’s with all the food? Are you running an elderly home for ghosts now, these guys look ancient.” His eyes moved around wondering why the cafe was so messy and disorganized. Then he spotted about four Mayfairs.

Shark had mentioned something about Phoebe being the genesis of the cuckoo case. That and the presence of the Mayfairs stamped an answer in his mind.

“You have so many questions but I will only answer those that are necessary.

Phoebe called the leader of the ghost soldiers Major Micheal Mitford over, she wanted him to tell Amon the story of what happened to them and how they ended up in that situation.

The ghost moved over and sat between Phoebe and Amon. The remaining seats were quickly taken because everyone was very interested in the story that Major Mitford was about to tell especially Andre; it was not everyday that you come across people from the 1700s.

“Go ahead Major tell us what happened?” Phoebe smiled warmly.

“It was winter at the height of Northern war and my regiment was tasked to protect the treasures in the Iborg temple. Those vicious soldiers from Eagle country were nothing but bandits, looting everything and stealing from our nation.

When Craven hill was lost, we retreated further inwards and my regiment was commanded to take the treasures and deliver them to Governor Dewayne. He was supposed to escape to safety along with the treasures and take them to the capital in Citrus.

Unfortunately we were betrayed and someone leaked the information. We were intercepted by the enemy forces, we fought them off and entered Iborg city successfully. We thought it was all over and met the governor but we were caught off guard when suddenly the soldiers of Eagle country revealed themselves.

They had been waiting for us there all along, the governor had betrayed not just us but the entire country. He ordered us to hand over the treasures to the enemy including the national seal. We couldn’t do that because the treasures were more important than our lives. We refused strongly so they shot a few comrades to scare us that’s when we knew that we were not coming out of there alive.

Before setting off on the mission, we had all come to an agreement to surrender our lives if need be so our mission changed. We were not got going to allow them to steal from our nation and trample on our pride. We took out the bombs we had and detonated them, dying along with the enemy. In a way, we fulfilled our mission.”

Everyone was listening and they all felt touched when they heard the story detailing the sacrifice of the brave but pitiful soldiers whose loyalty cost them their lives.

“That is just so sad.” Jennie dabbed tears away from the corners of her eyes.

While she was sad, others were mostly angry because they recognized the name of the governor. He was regarded as a national hero that contributed a lot in the Great Northern war. Who knew that the person with a heroic statue in the city and pictures in textbooks, plus poems written about his valiance was actually a traitor?

“The governor was a traitor and all this while but he been praised for sacrificing his life for the country, his family members have built their political careers based on that fact.” Amon clenched a fist.

“Well he was a real scumbag.” The Saxon spirit told Phoebe, it witnessed everything in real time.

“Keep going.” Phoebe told the Major.

“We were buried deep in the ground and our bodies were never recovered. Our ghosts cried out for help but those heard us thought it was an ill sign. Someone invited a priest that put a seal on the land and trapped us down there. Yesterday, there was an explosion, the earth shook and the place was unsealed. That was how I came out in search of help but I was so hungry so I ate first and went back to get my comrades too.

The problem here is that the land was declared evil and sealed off but it wasn’t our fault, the evil did not come from us. The enemy soldiers that were buried with us turned into evil spirits and now they are going to escape as well. You need to get rid of them as soon as possible.” Major Mitford pulled his brows together closely.