In the carriage moving fast and slow, Lumian, who was handcuffed and anklets, looked at the windows welded with iron bars and covered with thick cloth, and believed in his judgment more and more.
When he was accused of being a wanted criminal by the clergy of the Knowledge Church, his first reaction was not to tense up, but to have strong doubts.
He felt that the clergy who did the daily exit checks were here for him, but apart from Ludwig and the "0-01" incident, he had nothing to do with the Church of Knowledge, and he had not harmed their interests.
In the face of the wanted criminals of Intis, what are you doing so actively, have you verified the specific situation and the current strength of the target?
In the blink of an eye, in Sarent's surprised and frightened and relieved eyes, Lumian thought of a possibility:
"This is the prompt given by the Church of Knowledge?
"No, this can no longer be regarded as a hint, it should be escorted directly to the destination!
"The 'City of Exile', as the name suggests, is a place where criminals are exiled, and when I am arrested as a wanted criminal and sentenced to exile, I will naturally be sent to Morora......
"Wouldn't this method be too simple and crude?
"How did they know I was here, although I didn't disguise myself, but I was very low-key all the way......
"Is the high sequence of the 'reader' path good at prophecy or divination?"
Lumian looked down at his waist, looked at the "traveler's bag" that had not been taken away, and couldn't help but muttered silently:
"Even the items on the wanted criminals were confiscated, and the possible dangerous criminals were not dealt with accordingly, restricting the use of extraordinary abilities......
"This performance is too careless, isn't it? I'm afraid that I won't be able to see it, and I will resist on the spot and cause losses?"
Lumian silently took off the "traveler's bag" hanging from his belt and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his thick jacket.
He didn't want to embarrass the clergy of the Church of Knowledge:
It's okay if their acting skills are poor, but I can't be so perfunctory, what should I do if other felons, nearby citizens of Aishara, and the police who act as assistants see the "traveler's bag"?
They will think that the clergy of the "Church of Knowledge" are not professional enough!
The vehicle drove for a while and finally stopped.
Escorted by a number of clergy of the Church of Knowledge dressed in white robes inlaid with brass threads, Lumian walked to the front of a huge white tower.
Before he could see the full appearance of the tower, or even see the spire, to confirm how magnificent and magnificent the building was, he was "rushed" through the side door, down the stone stairs, through the deep corridor lit by many gas sconces, to a cell made of black iron.
Lumian glanced at him casually and found that there were already seven or eight people locked up in the cell, all wearing handcuffs and shackles, and some were even pierced by iron chains that pierced their collarbones and were fixed in the corresponding positions.
Such restrictions should have an effect even on the extraordinary, but they cannot suppress the extraordinary abilities of the occult...... If it were me, if I were locked up like this, the "hunter" fighting would basically be useless, but it would not prevent me from setting fires, provoking, scouting weaknesses, exchanging fates, and "teleporting" to escape...... Lumian thought as he watched the old man who had arrested him open the steel prison door
The slightly aging clergyman turned sideways and said to Lumian:
"Stay here for now and wait for the outcome of the trial."
The result of the trial? You haven't judged yet, haven't you acted? Lumian moved very cooperatively and walked into the cell.
With a bang, the steel prison door was closed and locked.
Lumian looked around, found a metal chair poured on the ground and sat down, and set his sights on the felons who were looking at him.
A young man wearing glasses and looking gentle sat on a metal chair opposite, raised his chin and said:
"I didn't expect to have someone younger than me.
"Brother, what crime have you committed?"
Lumian did not answer the rhetorical question:
"What about you?"
The gentle young man smiled:
"Murder, most of them should be murderers here."
"How many did you kill?" A middle-aged man with a pierced collarbone who looked quite honest asked curiously.
"Seven or eight, one of which I am not sure if he died in the end." The young man showed an afternoon expression, "Ending human life with my own hands, feeling their pain, struggle and despair, being splashed on their faces by their warm blood, is really an intoxicating thing, at that moment, I am like their god, their lord."
"Serial killer"? Lumian watched silently, without interrupting the communication between these felons.
The young man finally sighed:
"Unfortunately, there were too many detectives in Azshara, and I was eventually found by them.
"What about you, you killed a few, why did you kill some?"
He asked about a simple middle-aged man with a collarbone pierced.
The man's expression didn't change much, as if he was talking about what breakfast was today:
"I don't know, it's too much, will you remember how many slices of bread you ate last month?"
"This sentence was said by Intisrosher the Great, right? I read it in a biography." The gentle young man responded with a smile, "I ate 123 slices of bread last month, I remember everything."
The honest middle-aged man was silent for a few seconds and said:
"I kill people because they deserve to die, and the more they deserve to die, the more delicious their flesh and blood."
"Did you eat the person you killed?" The young man's expression changed slightly.
"Depending on the degree of damn, there will be different cooking methods." The honest middle-aged man replied seriously.
"You two perverts." A gloomy man in his thirties snorted coldly.
The gentle young man was not angry and asked curiously:
"Why did you kill?"
"I'm not killing for the sake of killing, I just want to rape, who told them to resist too fiercely?" The gloomy man replied with different eyes from me and your group of perverts.
The young man laughed, pointed with his chin to the woman who also had her collarbone pierced and her long brown hair was disheveled, and said:
"She also raped and killed, but that was only incidental, and the main purpose was to collect reproductive organs."
Sitting quietly on the metal chair, Lumian, who leaned forward slightly, couldn't help but shake his head:
Are there too many murderers in your Lemberg, how many lives per person......
The gentle young man looked at him again:
"What about you, what serious crime have you committed?"
Lumian thought seriously and said:
"Murder, blasphemy, arson, kidnapping, extortion, intimidation, deception, making explosions, causing miscarriages, sacrificing evil gods, attacking government officials, extorting the Orthodox Church......"
The young man was a little stunned when he heard this, and after a few seconds, he laughed and said:
"Brother, you have committed too many sins, right?"
"Otherwise, why am I here?" Lumian asked rhetorically in a relaxed state.
"Yes." The young man and the other felons looked at Lumian with a little more respect in their eyes.
"How many people did you kill?" The gentle young man was even more curious about this detail, as if he could bring it in.
Lumian shook his head and replied in a low voice:
"I haven't counted, and I don't want to answer, it's not something to show off, just like a farmer harvesting wheat, I just did the corresponding work, will you be happy because you have done your daily work?"
The young man was silent for a moment and said:
"What do you call it? My name is Guy, and maybe we can still meet in the kingdom of death."
Lumian spat out a word very simply:
"Louis."
He didn't want to use his real name in the "City of Exile" among these people, because in the occult, knowing that his real name could be cursed, and there was something similar in the contractual ability provided by the "Fate" path.
"What about you?" Guy asked someone else.
"Leeds." The honest middle-aged man replied.
The gloomy man hesitated for a moment but still replied:
"Vijaypan."
"Julie." The woman with long brown hair swept the crotch of Guy and the others with a greedy gaze.
When the felons here finished introducing themselves, Lumian smiled and said:
"I didn't expect the security in Lemberg to be so bad, with so many serial killers.
"Yes, I'm from Intis and haven't been in Lemberg long."
The most talkative Guy raised his handcuffed hands, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile:
"It's not bad, it can even be called good, because Lemberg has the most and most professional detectives in the world.
"But there are indeed many people like us, and a distorted personality and a lot of knowledge can easily create a group of powerful criminals.
"Moreover, criminals from other countries will also come over and want to challenge the detectives in Lemberg."
"Detective" is sequence 7 of the "reader" path, and this path belongs to the Church of Knowledge, and there are indeed enough of them in Lemberg...... There will be real "criminals" and real "serial killers" hidden among those criminals, right? Is this a tool for "detectives" to play? But on the other hand, if the "detective" can catch the criminals of the "demon" path, they can digest their magic potion better and faster...... Lumian nodded thoughtfully and responded with a smile:
"Am I one of them?
"You have a very clear understanding of your character, and for people like you, the more knowledge you have, the more dangerous it becomes."
Guy coughed and said:
"Yes, I regret that I didn't know enough now."
Several felons were quiet and chatting at times, and I don't know how long time had passed.
Finally, the clergy who had been surrounded by a woman walked to the cell.
The lady was wearing a shirt with white lace flowers on the neckline, a beige coat with brass threads on the outside, a dark knee-length skirt and brown leather boots on her lower body, a face shaped like a goose egg, light blue eyes like spring water, a high nose bridge, brown hair simply draped down, and tied in a bun, she was a very beautiful woman.
The moment he saw her, Vijaypan's eyes lit up.
"The result of your judgment is out, and I will read it." The beautiful lady turned around and walked to the end of the deep corridor, while the other clerics were in charge of opening the cell and escorting Lumian, Guy and others to follow closely behind.
They followed the stone steps, layer by layer, and finally came to a brass gate that opened opposite.
The oval-faced beautiful lady stopped, turned to Lumian and the others, and said with a serious expression:
"The result of your judgment is:
"Exile, never return!"
"Where are you exiled?" Guy was surprised and puzzled.
Isn't it the death penalty?
The lady pointed to the brass folio door behind her:
"Exile behind this door."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a creepy sound behind the door that she couldn't tell what it was.
ps: Thank you Aurora Club Mr. O for rewarding the Silver League again~
(End of this chapter)