Ring of Fate

Chapter 795 Judgment (Thanks to Mr. O of Aurora Club for rewarding the Silver Alliance again)
In the carriage moving at a moderate speed, Lumian, who was handcuffed and shackled, looked at the windows welded with iron bars and covered with thick cloth, and became more and more confident in his own judgment.

When he was accused of being a wanted criminal by the clergy of the Church of Knowledge, his first reaction was not to tense up, but to feel strong doubts.

He felt that the clergy who did routine exit checks were there for him, but apart from the matter of Ludwig and "0-01", he had no intersection with the Church of Knowledge and had never harmed their interests.

Why are you, Renburg, so active in facing the wanted criminals of Intis? Have you verified the specific situation and the current strength of the target?
As his thoughts raced, Lumian thought of a possibility as he looked at Saliente's surprised, frightened, and relieved gaze:
“Is this the hint given by the Church of Knowledge?
"No, this can no longer be considered a hint, it should be a direct escort to the destination!
"'Exile City', as the name suggests, is a place where criminals are exiled. When I was caught as a wanted criminal and sentenced to exile, I was naturally sent to Morola...

“Isn’t this method a bit too simplistic and crude?
"How did they know I was coming? Although I didn't disguise myself, I was very low-key along the way...

"Are high-sequence readers good at prediction or divination?"

Lumian looked down at his waist, looking at the "traveler's bag" that had not been taken away, and couldn't help but mutter silently:

“Even the items on the wanted criminals were not taken away, and no corresponding measures were taken against the potentially dangerous criminals, restricting the use of extraordinary abilities…

"This is too careless of an acting, isn't it? Are you afraid that I won't be able to see through it, and will resist on the spot, causing damage?"

Lumian silently removed 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 doesn’t matter that their acting skills are bad, but I can’t be so perfunctory. What if the “Traveler’s Baggage” is seen by other serious criminals, nearby Azshara citizens, and auxiliary police officers?
They will think that the clergy of the "Church of Knowledge" are not professional enough!

The vehicle drove for a while and finally stopped.

Under the strict escort of several clergymen of the Church of Knowledge wearing white robes inlaid with brass threads, Lumian walked to a huge white tower.

Before he had the chance to take in the entire appearance of the tower, or even see the spire, to confirm how magnificent and grand the building was, he was "driven" into the door on the side, walked down the stone stairs, passed through a dark corridor lit by many gas wall lamps, and came to a cell made of black iron.

Lumian glanced around casually and found that there were already seven or eight people in the cell, all wearing handcuffs and shackles. Some even had iron chains piercing their collarbones and fixed in place.

Such restrictions should be effective even for Beyonders, but they cannot suppress those extraordinary abilities that are more mystical... If it were me, being locked up like this, my "Hunter" combat skills would be basically useless, but it would not prevent me from setting fires, provoking, detecting weaknesses, exchanging fates, and escaping by "teleporting". Hey, can you guys be more professional? Your acting is too fake now... Lumian thought as he watched the old man who had captured him open the steel cell door.

The slightly elderly clergyman turned his body and said to Lumian:
"Stay here and wait for the trial result."

The trial result? You haven't even held the trial yet, are you not even going to act? Lumian took small steps to cooperate and walked into the cell.

Bang! The steel prison door was closed and locked.

Lumian looked around, found a metal chair cast on the ground and sat down, then turned his gaze to the serious criminals who were looking at him.

A young man wearing glasses and looking very gentle sat on the metal chair opposite and raised his chin and said:
“I didn’t expect there would be someone younger than me.

"Brother, what crime have you committed?"

Lumian did not answer but asked:
"What about you?"

The polite young man smiled:
"Murder. Most of the people here should be murderers."

"How many did you kill?" asked a middle-aged man with a pierced collarbone and looking quite honest curiously.

"About seven or eight. I'm not sure if one of them died in the end." The young man showed a savoring expression. "It was really intoxicating to end human lives with my own hands, feel their pain, struggle and despair, and have their warm blood splashed on my face. At that moment, I was like their god, their lord."

"Serial killer?" Lumian watched silently, not interrupting the conversation between these serious criminals.

The young man finally sighed:
“Unfortunately, there were too many detectives in Azshara, and I was eventually found by them.

"What about you? How many people did you kill? Why did you kill people?"

He was asking about the honest middle-aged man with a pierced collarbone.

The man's expression didn't change, as if he was talking about what breakfast was today:
"I don't know. Too many. Do you remember how many slices of bread you ate last month?"

"Isn't this what Emperor Intis Rossel said? I read it in a biography." The gentle young man smiled and responded, "I ate 123 slices of bread last month. I remember it all."

The honest middle-aged man was silent for a few seconds and said:
"I kill people because they deserve to die, and the more deserving they are of death, the tastier their flesh and blood are."

"You ate the people you killed?" The young man's expression changed slightly.

“Depending on the degree of damnity, there are different ways of cooking.” The honest middle-aged man answered seriously.

"You two perverts." A gloomy man in his thirties snorted coldly.

The polite young man was not angry, and asked curiously:

"Why did you kill someone?"

"I'm not killing for the sake of killing. I just want to rape them. It's their fault for resisting so violently." The gloomy man answered with a look that said "I'm different from you bunch of perverts."

The young man laughed and pointed with his chin at the woman with long brown hair who also had her collarbone pierced.

"She also raped and killed people, but that was incidental. Her main purpose was to collect reproductive organs."

Sitting quietly on the metal chair, Lumian leaned forward and couldn't help shaking his head:

Don’t you think there are too many murderers in Lundberg? How many lives per person…

The gentle young man looked at him again:
"What about you? What felony have you committed?"

Lumian thought about it carefully and said:
"Murder, blasphemy, arson, kidnapping, blackmail, intimidation, deception, explosions, abortions, sacrifices to evil gods, attacks on government officials, extortion of the Church of God..."

The young man was a little stunned after hearing this, and after a few seconds he laughed and said:
"Brother, you have committed too many crimes, haven't you?"

“Why else would I be here?” Lumian asked in a rather relaxed state.

"That's right." The young man and the other serious criminals looked at Lumian with a little more respect.

"How many people did you kill specifically?" The well-mannered young man was even more curious about this detail, as if he could put himself in the situation.

Lumian shook his head and replied in a low voice:
"I haven't counted them, and I don't want to answer. This is not something to brag about. It's like a farmer harvesting wheat. I just completed the corresponding work. Are you happy because I have done my daily work well?"

The young man was silent for a moment and said:

"What's your name? My name is Guy. Maybe we can meet again in the kingdom of the god of death."

Lumian uttered a single word very simply:
"Louis."

He didn't want to use his real name among these people in the "City of Exile" because in mysticism, if people knew his real name, he might be cursed. The contract ability provided by the "Fate" path had something similar.

"What about you?" Guy asked the others.

"Les." The honest middle-aged man replied.

The gloomy man hesitated for a moment but finally answered:

"Vijaypan."

"Julie." The woman with long brown hair swept a greedy look over the crotch of Guy and the others.

After the serious criminals here finished introducing themselves, Lumian smiled and said:

“I didn’t expect the security in Lenburg to be so bad, with so many serial killers.

"Yes, I'm from Intis and haven't been in Lenburg for long."

Guy, the most talkative, raised his handcuffed hands, adjusted his glasses on his nose, and said with a smile:

“It’s not bad, it can even be called good, because Lundberg has the largest number of the most professional detectives in the world.

“But there are indeed many people like us. Twisted personalities plus a lot of knowledge can easily create a group of powerful criminals.

"Also, criminals from other countries will come here and want to challenge the detectives in Renburg."

The "detective" is the Sequence 7 of the "reader" pathway, and this pathway belongs to the Church of Knowledge, and there are indeed enough of them in Lenburg... Aren't there real "criminals" and real "serial killers" among those criminals? Are they using the "detectives" as a tool for acting? But on the other hand, if the "detective" can catch the criminals of the "demon" pathway, he can also digest his own potion better and faster... Lumian nodded thoughtfully and responded with a smile:

“Am I one?
"You have a very clear understanding of your own character. For people like you, the more knowledge you have, the more dangerous you become."

Guy coughed and said:

"Yes, now I regret that I don't have enough knowledge."

Several serious criminals were sometimes silent and sometimes chatting, and no one knew how much time had passed.

Finally, the clergymen who had come before came to the cell with a lady.

The lady wore a shirt with white lace flowers on the collar, a beige coat with brass thread on the outside, a dark knee-length skirt and brown leather boots. She had an oval face, light blue eyes like spring water, a high nose bridge, and brown hair simply tied in a bun. She was a very beautiful woman.

The moment he saw her, Vijaypan's eyes lit up.

"The results of your trial are out, and I will read them out." After the beautiful lady finished speaking, she turned around and walked to the end of the deep corridor. The other clergy were responsible for opening the cells, and Lumian, Guy and others followed closely behind.

They followed the stone steps, going deeper and deeper into the ground, and finally came to a pair of brass doors.

The beautiful lady with an oval face stopped and turned to Lumian and the others, saying with a serious expression:

"The result of your judgment is:
"Exiled, never to return!"

"Where was he exiled to?" Guy was surprised and confused.

It's not the death penalty?

The lady pointed to the brass double doors behind her:

"Exiled behind this door."

As soon as she finished speaking, a creepy sound came from behind the door, but the specific sound could not be identified.

PS: Thank you Mr. O from Aurora Club for rewarding the Silver Alliance again~
(End of this chapter)