The Master of the Strange Realm

It was a very straightforward question, and the other party tried his best to answer it while coughing lingeringly:

"I...I murdered my parents, so I was sent to the army, formed into a death squad and sent to the battlefield. Everyone died, and I was going to die too."

"Why did you murder your parents?"

"I lost money gambling and I needed someone to pay off my debt, but they refused and I failed..."

It’s a very clichéd story, but it happens in every world and every era.

"And you?"

Jenkins asked the person on the left again. This person looked younger, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. He suffered very conspicuous trauma, probably from a sword or other sharp instrument that pierced his chest. He lay on a gray coat, blood staining the clothes and the ground around him. It was a miracle that this man was still alive.

"Why did you come here?"

"If you want to get ahead, you are not willing to spend your whole life as a porter at the dock."

"So have you ever made a mistake?"

"For money, I stole the secrets of the army and sold them to spies, but this caused the army I belonged to fall into a terrible disaster. Everyone else died, my friend who discovered the truth was seriously injured, and I thought I was going to die. "

Although the self-inflicted story has some twists and turns, the logic is very smooth.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

He asked the young man on the right again. His legs disappeared and were now roughly wrapped in clothes, but Jenkins could faintly smell the stench.

"I came here as part of the normal draft."

The young man was probably in better shape, and he was the only one among the three who spoke without trembling.

"What's your fault?"

"I don't think so."

This sentence is actually the truth, which means that the other party believes that he is innocent.

"So how did you get hurt?"

"The captain asked me to look after the prisoners, but it was too difficult. There were twenty of them, but I only had one, so I killed them all and they couldn't escape. But the last one managed to escape while I wasn't paying attention. Later, I was captured by him on the battlefield, and he chopped off my legs and left me here to die.”

Another sad example, but it sounds like the fault is less obvious than the first two. The young man probably thought that he was performing his duties, but he was not very kind, and the other party was indeed an enemy.

"Unfaithful, filial, and benevolent, these three people really have their own characteristics."

After knowing everyone's stories, Jenkins thought silently in his heart. Mr. Augustus, who was watching all this behind him, asked:

"How about it, can you judge?"

"You're right, it's very difficult and I need some time."

Jenkins replied, thought for a moment and then asked the three of them:

"Do you regret it?"

"regret."

This is the answer to the two men who killed their parents and betrayed their secrets.

"No regrets."

This was the answer of the young man who had killed his prisoner, as he leaned on the base of the broken stone pillar and looked at Jenkins.

Because of the existence of the Priesthood of Lies, no one can lie to Jenkins and it is all true.

"So honestly, if you could turn back time and face that moment in your life again, would you do it again?"

he asked again.

"Won't."

Said the half-hundred-year-old man who killed his parents.

"meeting."

After hesitating for a few seconds, the middle-aged man who betrayed his companions for money said.

"Won't."

The most surprising thing was the young man. He also hesitated and then gave his answer:

"I think they all have their own families, and I felt the fear and helplessness before death. If I had another chance, I would not kill them, but I don't regret what I did."

he explained.

Jenkins nodded to express his understanding and asked the last question:

"Does any of you not want to die?"

"I don't want to die."

The middle-aged man who betrayed his companions and the young man who killed the captives said in unison.

"I want to die, and I know I deserve to die."

The half-hundred-year-old man replied, and then he coughed violently again, making people doubt that he would cough out his lungs.

"Well, it seems that this time the situation is not difficult."

Jenkins said to himself, then turned to look at Mr. Augustus:

"But before I give my answer, Mr. Augustus, may I ask you a question."

"I'll try my best to give you the answer."

Mr. Augustus nodded kindly.

Chapter 1626 Chapter 1601 The Priesthood of Death

"My question is, in the real history, it shouldn't just be about choosing one of the three to kill, right? I believe everything is logical, and this happened in a church. Although the statue of the god was broken, But I noticed that the holy symbol covered with dust on the base of the statue is complete, which is definitely not simple.”

"Yes, some interesting things actually happened in the original history."

Mr. Augustus admitted:

"To be specific, these three people appeared here at the same time by coincidence, and they were all on the verge of death. The god enshrined in this church noticed this place and decided to do something. He chose an evil person among the three to kill, And then gave the other two a whole new life.”

"That's it..."

Jenkins sighed, turning to look at the three people by the campfire. The crackling flames were dancing, and the resulting shadows made the faces of the three people unclear. He tried to distinguish the holy emblem on the base of the statue, but he couldn't see it clearly.

"Since it makes sense, then..."

He didn't like to decide the life and death of others by his own decision. He usually only decided the life and death of those who had a grudge against him. Jenkins knew that he was not a fair saint, and he couldn't really judge whether a person was evil, let alone find the worst one among a group of evil people.

But the current situation is not real, it's just a multiple-choice question that reviews history. Although he didn't know the intention of the questioner, he was still willing to give his answer:

"Then I think he shouldn't be left behind."

He pointed to the old man who was nearly fifty years old.

"Why? Because he killed his parents?"

Mr. Augustus asked.

"This is only part of the reason. What's more important is that he himself is willing to die. I look down on those who commit suicide, but he didn't commit suicide. Instead, he faced death calmly. He is not afraid of death and thinks that this death is what he deserves, so among the three people who should have died, letting him go seems to me the most reasonable choice... Of course, I actually think that what he did is the worst."

"Just like that?"

Mr. Augustus asked. .

"Yes, just like that."

Jenkins nodded, admitting that he had given all the answers.

Seeing this, Mr. Augustus also nodded slowly, and then looked at everything around the campfire with Jenkins in silence.

The half-statue standing crookedly at the edge of the firelight gradually became illusory from solid. When the statue completely disappeared, the holy emblem on the statue base seemed to be dusted off and became shiny in the firelight.

A man with an unclear face and wearing a black robe similar to Mr. Augustus walked out of the darkness behind the statue. His whole body was covered by a black robe, and there was even reason to suspect that there was nothing under the black robe, and what was walking was actually the robe itself.

The mysterious man bent down in front of the three people one by one, as if asking and listening. After a while, he quietly walked to the campfire and stretched out a hand to the flame.

In fact, no hand appeared from under the robe, only the robe was propped up.

The campfire went out and darkness enveloped the place, but it only lasted for less than a second, and the flames rose again to illuminate the ruins of the church. The mysterious man disappeared, and the old man in his fifties stopped coughing because he was dead.

The middle-aged man who was stabbed in the chest by a sharp blade stood up, and the scar on his chest had disappeared. He picked up the blood-stained coat on the ground, pulled out the old bag from the ruins beside him, and walked silently into the dark distance.

The young man who lost his legs stood up, and he was no longer disabled. He brushed off the dust on his body, picked up the backpack that he used as a pillow, took out a piece of black bread-like thing from it and placed it next to the corpse, then strode away to the edge of the campfire.

"Same choice?"

After both of them disappeared, Jenkins asked.

"Yes, the same choice."

Mr. Augustus replied:

"Although the reasons are different, the choice is the same. But this is not a question with a fixed answer, Jenkins, you make sense, so this strange place can end."

"So can I go back now?"

No matter how you think about it, you know it's impossible.

"No, please wait a moment, the Great One has given you a gift."

As he said this, Mr. Augustus pulled up his hood and restored it to the way it was when he first appeared. He hid his face in the shadow under the hood and prayed in a low voice.

The sleepy cat on his shoulder suddenly cried out and turned to look at the position of the holy emblem on the base of the statue. Jenkins also turned his head to look over there and saw that the holy emblem with unrecognizable patterns was shining slightly.

As his eyes fixed on it, a brilliant golden light suddenly shot out from the center of the holy emblem. The main body of the golden light was a miniature golden scale, which stopped steadily in front of Jenkins, illuminating Jenkins' face and chocolate's fur.

"This is..."

The part of his soul that represented the essence of God faintly resonated, causing his body to glow. Jenkins immediately understood what was in front of him:

"Clergy: Judge of Death!"

Instead of being surprised, he took a step back as if he saw a steam bomb about to explode. He looked around vigilantly, vaguely feeling that someone was watching him from a very far distance.

"Why?"

He asked, and Mr. Augustus, who had put on a hood behind him, answered immediately, but Jenkins was not sure whether it was him who was speaking at this time:

"Your soul is close to death, and the power of lies you possess allows you to judge the lies of the dead. You meet the requirements of this priesthood, yes, no one is more suitable than you. This strange place is just a small test for this."

The tone of the voice was very strange, not Mr. Augustus' usual pronunciation. This way of speaking was very elegant, but the small tremor at the end of each sentence made Jenkins a little uncomfortable.

"Just because I meet the requirements of this priesthood does not mean that the priesthood must belong to me. The Great One..."

He probably guessed what was going on now.

"Great One, you have given me such a heavy gift after this wonderful test. I think you must be asking for something from me."

Jenkins only dared to accept gifts with a marked price.

"What just happened is a replay of an ancient story. In that era, the god who controlled the death priesthood conducted a good trial within the scope of his functions. Although the decision made by this trial was correct, only Only those who are suitable for this priesthood can give a relatively reasonable explanation according to their own hearts. You deserve this priesthood, God of Lies...but you are right, the gift does have a price."

Chapter 1627 Chapter 1602 Half of the Death Statue

"I hope that when you leave the material world and sublimate yourself to become a god, you can choose the power of death as your fundamental power."

This is the price of this gift.

"Sorry, but why?"

Jenkins believes that he now barely belongs to the dominant [Lord of Flowers] camp, which is the camp of life and is completely opposite to death.

"It's simple, because you are suitable for death. I have sent you invitations in the past, but you refused. Now it seems that your refusal is very reasonable. I should give you more chips. You deserve these."

Jenkins frowned when he heard this. When he first came to this world to learn about the gods a long time ago, he thought that the real gods and false gods fought independently and had no connection with each other. There was no so-called "god system" as he knew it. .

But after he learned that the true gods could be cloned and that followers of the false gods might receive preferential treatment from certain sects of the true gods, he realized that the gods also existed in this world. It's just that the sense of existence is weak, and for some reasons it is not known to the public.

But if you sort out those gods whose clerical scopes overlap greatly, you will find that if the relationship between the believers of the two is not completely hostile, then it is most likely that the relationship is friendly, and there is no possibility of a cold relationship. For example, the Church of the Sage has a very good relationship with the believers of the holders of the priesthoods such as [Music], [History], and [Civilization]. This proves from the side the existence of the divine system and the existence of the camp between the gods.

"Sorry, Great One, I don't think I can accept this gift."

He took a step back again, farther away from Mr. Augustus and the golden scales representing the priesthood: