Ring of Fate

Chapter 796 Morola

Upon hearing the voice coming from behind the door, the faces of the other serious criminals except Lumian changed.

Guy blurted out:

"What's behind the door?"

Could it be that the so-called exile is actually being sent into the mouth of a monster to be used as food?

"Behind the door is a road that leads to your place of exile." The beautiful lady with an oval face answered simply, "There won't be monsters waiting to eat you there, but it is indeed dangerous. I don't know what the danger is, but there is definitely hope for you to continue living, which is much better than being hanged or shot directly."

Guy, Les and the others looked at each other, then looked at the clergy around them who were wearing white robes inlaid with brass threads. They were eager to make a move, but finally restrained themselves.

They believed that they were no match for the clergy of the Church of Knowledge, and that the beautiful woman who would read out the verdict was of a clearly higher status.

Guy, who looked gentle, turned his gaze towards Lumian and found that this wanted criminal who claimed to have committed many serious crimes had a calm expression and was not afraid at all.

"I will open the door soon and you can go in on your own. Anyone who stays behind will be guilty of a more serious crime and will be executed on the spot." The beautiful woman with an oval face raised her hands, and countless illusory points of light seemed to appear in her light blue eyes.

Dark rain fell silently from a height of four meters, pouring on Lumian and others.

Lumian suddenly felt irritated and a bit violent.

It was as if Omibella's blood was restless.

"What have you done to us?" Guy asked in surprise.

The beautiful woman in the off-white brass-thread jacket said in a teaching tone:

"This is a secret technique called 'Harps's Sterilization Rain'. It makes you lose your fertility, but it can be restored through the corresponding secret technique or professional doctors.

"We don't want any babies to be born in exile. They are innocent."

Sterilization Rain... No wonder Omebella's bloodline was stimulated and had such an obvious reaction... I don't know if this secret technique has any effect on me now, and whether it has been offset by the special characteristics of Omebella's bloodline... If it really works, in the future when I am affected by the "Great Mother"'s gifter and Omebella is pregnant in my body, will the sterilization effect also prevent the embryo from implanting smoothly? This may depend on the corresponding affected personality... Lumian thinks that "Sterilization Rain" is not a bad thing.

The rest of the serious criminals also didn't think this was a problem. They either already had offspring, or were cold-blooded, or twisted and perverted, and didn't think there was anything cute about children with their own blood.

The beautiful woman with an oval face took a few steps back, faced the brass door, stretched out her hands, and pressed it in the air.

The door made a heavy metallic friction sound and slowly opened backwards.

For some reason, Guy and the others suddenly felt a desire and involuntarily walked through the door and into the deep corridor at the back.

They did not notice that, except for the beautiful woman with an oval face, the other clergymen of the Church of Knowledge had retreated to the starting point of the corridor and stood on the steps when the brass door opened.

Lumian also felt a desire, and at the same time felt that there was something familiar and unknown calling him from the depths of the tunnel.

He was walking in the middle of the team and heard the sound of a door closing behind him.

The light in the corridor suddenly became extremely dim, and only the glowing gems inlaid on the wall provided some illumination.

What a luxury... Lumian sighed instinctively.

At this time, Guy, who looked gentle, looked around and said:

"Should we stay here and wait until there's no one guarding outside, then try to open this door and escape?"

"Do you think those who were exiled before haven't thought about this kind of thing?" The gloomy Vijayan sneered, "And we are wearing torture instruments, how can we run away?"

Lumian watched coldly and found that Guy was able to resist his desire to some extent and thought about escaping from here, while other serious criminals 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 gap in the guard outside only appears once every few days?"

Without giving Guy a chance to answer, Lumian continued:

"Actually there is food. Each of you is food."

At this point, Lumian looked at the human meat cook Les and asked with a smile:

“What are the people like us suitable for doing?”

"It's suitable for stewing and pickling. You need to add appropriate spices to prevent the taste from being too sour." Les's face, which looked honest, suddenly lit up.

Guy was silent for a few seconds, and slowly walked deeper into the tunnel wearing handcuffs and ankle chains, with Lumian following behind at the same pace.

They walked for a long time, Lumian felt it should be seven or eight hours, but he suspected that his perception of time was wrong.

During this process, no one chose to stop. It seemed that the place ahead was not a city of exile, but a land of hope.

They also frequently heard the indescribable horrific sound, which made Les, the human meat cook, sigh:

"We are like walking in the long esophagus of a monster, heading towards its stomach. The sound we hear is the movement of the stomach digesting food."

Lumian agreed with this, and the others suddenly felt their hair stand on end.

Finally, they saw stone steps leading upward.

This seems to mean that the end is near.

After walking up the stairs and pushing open the heavy wooden door, Lumian and the others closed their eyes subconsciously because of the bright sunlight, and the indescribable and creepy sound disappeared at once.

Almost at the same time, a gentle voice sounded in their ears:

"Welcome to the 'City of Exile' Morola."

As expected... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief silently, opened his eyes and looked around.

They were in a large prayer hall of a church. The sunlight shone through the stained glass windows and into the interior, bringing a sacred and glorious scene.

On the walls of the hall that are not equipped with glass, there are murals depicting myths and legends, and below them stand bookshelves made of brass, filled with all kinds of books and test papers.

This makes the place feel more like a library than a church.

The person who spoke was an old man wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads. He was in his sixties or seventies, with graying hair. His amber eyes were gentle and clear, without a trace of turbidity. He held a thick book in his left palm. He was a standard scholar-type clergyman of the Knowledge Church.

But Lumian felt that this did not look like a real person and suspected that it was some kind of specially made doll.

"Morola? This place is called Morola?" Guy also opened his eyes and asked curiously.

The old man nodded:
"I am Heraberg, who is in charge of all theological affairs in Morola."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at Lumian and the others.

The handcuffs, anklets, and chains that passed through the collarbone suddenly became extremely soft, as if they were made of mud.

With clanging sounds, they broke away from the bodies of the serious criminals and fell to the ground covered with gray-white stone slabs in a metallic manner.

This made the serious criminals feel startled and gave up some of their bad plans.

Heraberg then handed over the thick book and the brass-cased fountain pen in his hand:
"Come and register your names. This means that you have officially become residents of Morola."

Lumian followed the rules completely, took the book and wrote the name "Louis".

The next one was Guy, holding a book and a pen, and asked tentatively about Herraberg:

"How can you be sure we are writing our real names?"

Heraberg replied calmly:
"The past is not important. In Morola, what matters is the present and the future."

Guy thought about it carefully for a while, and was a little confused about what the clergyman Heraldberg wanted to express.

Considering that the Knowledge Church could exchange information through telegrams and other methods, he did not make up a pseudonym to be written in the register, but honestly used his real name.

After all the serious criminals had completed the registration, Heraberg looked at Lumian and others and said:

"You still have to follow the rules here. Most of the laws are the same as in other cities in Lenburg, but dueling is legal. As long as both parties agree, no one will be held responsible afterwards. In addition, demonstrations that do not involve violence are allowed.

"We have a special team responsible for maintaining order in Morola."

Les, a middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance, asked:
"Can we join law enforcement?"

"The law enforcement team is composed entirely of experimental personnel," Heraberg replied gently.

Guy asked:
"So how do we become experimenters?"

Vijayan, looking gloomy, asked:
"What will happen if you break the law here? Jail, or death penalty?"

Heraberg smiled and said:

"The worst punishment for breaking the law here is becoming an experimenter."

"Doesn't that mean I'll be a law enforcer?" Guy was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this encouraging us to break the law?

Lumian then recalled the term “experimental personnel” which frequently appeared in the “0-01” seal information.

Just from that information, he knew that becoming an experimenter was definitely not a good thing.

Herraberg kept his expression unchanged:

"Yes, but you must remember that, in addition to the church's caretakers, at least two experimenters are scrapped every day."

Scrapped... Guy and the others felt that this strange word used here revealed unspeakable horror.

"How many people are there in Morola now?" Lumian asked a very strange question.

Heraberg smiled and replied:
"There are almost 20 people. There are farms, mines, and factories around the city. They are all part of Morola."

"Nearly 20 people. Are there so many serious criminals in Lenburg?" Lumian was a little surprised.

Herrenberg dutifully explained:

"This has been accumulated from generation to generation, and we will also spend money to import serious criminals from abroad."

Introducing... it's the same as introducing talents... Lumian pondered for a few seconds, and did not rush to "commit a crime". He took the initiative to apply to become an experimenter to see if he could have the opportunity to get close to the sealed "0-01".

He said goodbye to Herraberg and walked towards the door of the library-like church, intending to find the two parts of the "abscessed hand" first.

(End of this chapter)