Hearing the sound coming from behind the door, except for Lumian, the other felons changed their expressions.
Guy blurted out:
"What is behind the door?"
Could it be that the so-called exile is actually sent to the mouth of a monster and used as food?
"Behind the door is a road leading to your place of exile." The oval-faced beautiful lady replied simply, "There will be no monsters waiting to eat you, but it is indeed very dangerous, I don't know what the danger is, but there is definitely hope that you will continue to live, which is much better than hanging or shooting."
Guy, Lis, and the others looked at each other, and then looked at the clergy around them wearing plain white robes inlaid with brass threads.
They believed that they would not be a match for the clergy of the Church of Knowledge, and that the beautiful woman in charge of reading the results of the trial was significantly higher.
The elegant Guy set his sights on Lumian and found that the wanted criminal, who claimed to have committed multiple felonies, had a calm expression and was undaunted.
"I will open that door later, you enter by yourself, and those who stay will be punished and executed on the spot." The beautiful woman with an oval face raised her hands, and countless illusory light spots seemed to appear in her light blue eyes.
The dim and black rain fell silently from a four-meter-high position and poured on Lumian and the others.
Lumian suddenly felt irritable and a little violent emotion emerged.
It seemed that Omibella's bloodline was restless.
"What did you do to us?" Guy asked suspiciously.
The beautiful woman wearing an off-white brass silk coat said in a teaching tone:
"This is a secret technique called 'Harps' Sterilization Rain', which has the effect of making you lose your fertility, but it can be restored through the corresponding secret technique or a professional doctor.
"We don't want babies born in a penal colony, they are innocent."
Sterilization Rain...... No wonder Omibella's bloodline is stimulated and has such an obvious reaction...... I wonder if this secret technique has any effect on me now, and whether it has been canceled out by the special Omibella bloodline...... If it really works, will I be influenced by the benefactor of the "Great Mother" in the future, and when I am conceived by Omibella in my body, will the sterilization effect also prevent the embryo from implanting smoothly? This may depend on the corresponding influence...... Lumian thinks that "Sterilization Rain" is not a bad thing.
The rest of the felons also don't think this is a problem, they either already have offspring, or they have a cold and cold-blooded personality, or they are twisted and perverted, and they don't think there is anything cute about children with their own bloodline.
The oval-faced beautiful woman took a few steps back, facing the brass gate, stretched out her hands, and pressed it in the air.
The door made a heavy metal rubbing sound and slowly opened backwards.
For some reason, Guy and the others suddenly had a desire, and involuntarily passed through the door and walked into the deep passage behind.
They did not notice that, except for the oval-faced beautiful woman, the clergy of the Church of Knowledge had retreated to the beginning of this corridor and stood on the steps when the brass door opened.
Lumian also felt a sense of longing, and at the same time felt that something familiar and unknown was calling him in the depths of the corridor.
He was walking in the middle of the team when he heard the sound of a door slamming behind him.
The light in the corridor suddenly became extremely dim, and only the luminous gems embedded in the wall provided some lighting.
What a luxury...... Lumian sighed instinctively.
At this time, Ge Yi, who looked gentle, glanced left and right and said:
"Do we want to stay here and find a way to break open this door and escape when there is no one guarding outside?"
"Do you think those who were exiled before had thought about this kind of thing?" The gloomy Vijay Pan sneered, "And we are still wearing torture instruments, how can we run?"
Lumian watched coldly, finding that Guy was able to resist his desires to some extent, thinking about escaping from here, while other felons had begun to find various reasons to veto his proposal.
After they argued for two or three minutes, Lumian asked casually:
"Do we have food?
"What if the loophole of the guard outside only appears once every few days?"
Without giving Guy a chance to answer, Lumian said to himself:
"In fact, there is food, and each of you is food."
Speaking of this, Lumian looked at the human flesh cook Les and asked with a smile:
"What are we suitable for?"
"It is suitable for stewing and pickling, and it is necessary to add appropriate spices to prevent the taste from being sour." Lies's honest face suddenly glowed.
Guy was silent for a few seconds, wearing handcuffs and anklets, and slowly walked towards the depths of the corridor, with Lumian following behind at the same pace.
They walked for a long time, and Lumian felt that there should be seven or eight hours, but he suspected that his perception of time had deviated.
During this process, no one chose to stay, and it seemed that the city ahead was not a city of exile, but a land of hope.
They also frequently heard the indescribable horror sound, which caused the human flesh cook to sigh:
"We are like walking in the long esophagus of a monster, rushing to its stomach, and the sound we hear is the movement of stomach peristalsis and digestion."
Lumian deeply agreed, and the others suddenly raised their hair.
Finally, they saw the stone steps extending upwards.
This seems to indicate that the end is near.
After walking the steps and pushing open the heavy wooden door, Lumian and the others' eyes were suddenly pierced by the bright and bright sunlight and closed subconsciously, and the indescribable and creepy sound disappeared at once.
Almost at the same time, a gentle voice sounded in their ears:
"Welcome to Morola, the City of Exile."
Sure enough...... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief silently, opened his eyes, and looked around.
They were in the great prayer hall of a church, and the sunlight penetrated the stained glass and shone inside, bringing a sacred and glorious scene.
In the hall, there are no glass walls with murals depicting myths and legends, and below are brass bookshelves filled with various books and test papers.
This makes the place more like a library than a church.
The speaker was an old man wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads, he was in his sixties or seventies, with gray hair, amber eyes were gentle and clear, not cloudy at all, and held a thick book in his left palm, and was a standard intellectual church scholar-type clergyman.
But Lumian felt that this did not look like a real person and suspected that it was some kind of special doll.
"Morora? This is called Morola?" Guy also opened his eyes and asked curiously.
The old man nodded:
"I am Herabegg, who is in charge of all theological affairs in Morora."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at Lumian and the others.
The handcuffs, anklets, and chains that ran through the collarbone suddenly became extremely soft, as if they were made of mud.
In the banging sound, they broke away from the bodies of the felons and smashed on the ground covered with gray and white stone slabs in a metal posture.
This made the felons feel terrified and gave up some bad calculations.
Heraberg then handed over the thick book and brass-cased pen in his hand:
"You guys come and register your name, which means that you have officially become residents of Morola."
Lumian fully complied with the rules, took the book and wrote the name "Louie".
The next one was Guy, who took the classics and a pen and asked Heraberg tentatively:
"How can you be sure that we are writing our real names?"
Heraberg replied peacefully:
"The past is not important, in Morola, what matters is the present and the future."
Guy thought carefully for a while, a little confused about what the cleric Hraberg was trying to express.
Considering that the Church of Knowledge could exchange information by telegram and other means, he did not make up a false name and wrote it in that register, but honestly used his real name.
When all the felons had completed the registration, Heraberg looked at Lumian and the others and said:
"Here the rules are also followed, most of the laws are the same as in other cities of Lomburg, but duels can be legal, as long as both parties agree, no one will be held accountable afterwards, and demonstrations that do not involve violence are allowed.
"We have a dedicated team responsible for maintaining order in Morola."
The honest-looking middle-aged man Lies asked:
"Can we join the law enforcement team?"
"The members of the law enforcement team are all composed of experimental personnel." Hraberg replied gently.
Guy asked:
"Then how do we become experimenters?"
Vijaypan, who looked gloomy, asked:
"What happens if you break the law here? Prison, or the death penalty?"
Heraberg smiled and said:
"The most serious punishment for breaking the law here is to become an experimenter."
"Wouldn't that be a law enforcer?" Guy was stunned for a moment.
Doesn't this encourage us to break the law?
Lumian remembered the term "experimenter" that frequently appeared on the "0-01" sealed data.
Just from that information, he knew that being an experimenter was definitely not a good thing.
Heraberg kept his expression unchanged:
"Yes, but you have to remember that in addition to the church caretaker, the experimenters scrap at least two per day."
Reject...... Guy and others felt that this strange word used here revealed an indescribable horror.
"How many people are there in Morora now?" Lumian asked a very strange question.
Heraberg replied with a smile:
"There are almost 20 people, and there are farms, mines, and factories around the city, all of which are part of Morola."
"Nearly 20 people, are there so many serious criminals in Lemberg?" Lumian was slightly surprised.
Hraberg dutifully explains:
"This is accumulated from generation to generation, and we will also spend money to introduce serious criminals from abroad."
Introduction ...... It's the same as bringing in talents...... Lumian pondered for a few seconds, was not in a hurry to "commit a crime", and took the initiative to apply to become an experimenter to see if he could have a chance to get close to the sealed "0-01".
He bid farewell to Hraberg and walked to the door of the library-style church, intending to find the two parts of his body that were "abstened and severed".
(End of this chapter)