Judgement

Inside the carriage, which was moving at a moderate pace, Lumian, who was handcuffed and shackled, looked at the windows that were welded with iron bars and covered with thick cloth, and became more and more convinced of his judgment.

When accused of being a wanted criminal by the Clergy of the Church of Knowledge, his first reaction was not to tense up, but to be overwhelmed with intense doubt.

He felt that the Clergy who conducted routine exit checks were there for his own benefit, but apart from Ludwig and the "0-01" incident, he had little interaction with the Church of Knowledge and had never harmed their interests.

Why is Lenburg so proactive in dealing with Intis's wanted criminal? Have you verified the specifics and the target's current strength?

In a flash, amidst Salent's surprised, fearful yet relieved gaze, Lumian considered a possibility:

"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!"

"' The Banishment City,' as the name suggests, is a place for Banishment Criminal. When I was arrested as a wanted criminal and sentenced to Banishment, I would naturally be sent to Morola..."

Isn't this method a bit too simplistic and crude?

"How did they know I was here? Although I didn't disguise myself, I kept a very low profile the whole way..."

"Are High-Sequence ' Reader ' Pathway individuals adept at Prophecy or Divination?"

Lumian looked down at his waist, at the "Traveler's Bag" that hadn't been taken away, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"They didn't even confiscate the belongings of the fugitive, nor did they take any action against potentially dangerous Criminal, thus limiting the use of his Beyond Ability..."

"This acting is so half-hearted! Are they afraid I won't see through it, and that I'll rebel on the spot, causing damage?"

Lumian silently took the "Traveler's Bag" hanging on his belt and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his thick jacket.

He didn't want to put the Clergy of the Church of Knowledge in a difficult position.

It doesn't matter if their acting is bad, but I can't be so perfunctory. What if other Serious Criminals, nearby Aisala City, or the Police who are supposed to be my assistants see "The Traveler’s Bag"?

They would think that the Clergy of the "Church of Knowledge" are not professional enough!

The vehicle drove for quite a while before finally coming to a stop.

Under heavy guard by several Clergy of the Church of Knowledge dressed in white robes embroidered with brass threads, Lumian arrived in front of a giant white tower.

Before he could even take in the full view of the Tower, or even see its spire, and confirm just how magnificent and grand the building was, he was "herded" through the side door, down the stone steps, through a dark corridor lit by several Gas Wall Lamp, and arrived in front of a cell made of black iron.

Lumian glanced around casually and found that there were already seven or eight people locked in the cell, all wearing handcuffs and shackles. Some even had Iron Chain piercing through their collarbones and fixed in the corresponding positions.

Such restrictions should be effective even against Beyonder, but they can't suppress those Extraordinary Ability that lean towards Mysticism... If it were me, being locked up like this would basically cripple my "Hunter's " combat skills, but it wouldn't stop me from setting fires, Provocation, Survey Weaknesses, Exchange Destiny, and "Teleportation" to escape. Hey, can you guys be a little more professional? This is too fake... Lumian pondered as he watched That One old man who had captured him open the steel cell door.

The slightly elderly Clergy turned to Lumian and said, "Stay here and await the Judgement."

The Judgement? You haven't even had Judgement yet? Aren't you going to put on an act? Lumian very cooperatively moved small steps into the cell.

With a clang, the steel prison door slammed shut and locked.

Lumian looked around, found a metal chair cast into the ground, sat down, and turned his gaze to the Serious Criminals who were sizing him up.

A bespectacled, well-mannered young man sat in the metal chair opposite, raised his chin, and said, "I didn't expect to find someone even younger than me."

"Brother, what crime have you committed?"

Lumian didn't answer but asked a question in return:

"And you?"

The refined-looking young man smiled:

"Murderers; most of the people here are probably murderers."

"How many did you kill?" a middle-aged man with a pierced collarbone and a rather simple-minded appearance asked curiously.

"Seven or eight, I think. I'm not sure if one of them died in the end." The young man had a wistful look on his face. "Ending a human life with my own hands, feeling their Pain, struggle, and Despair, having their warm blood splattered on my face—it was truly an intoxicating experience. At that moment, I felt like their god, their master."

"Serial Killer?" Lumian watched silently, not interrupting the conversation among these Serious Criminals.

The young man finally sighed:

"Unfortunately, Aisala has too many Detective, and they eventually found me."

"And you, how many did you kill? Why did you kill them?"

He was questioning the kind-looking middle-aged man whose collarbone was pierced.

The man's expression remained Change, as if he were simply stating what was for breakfast:

"I don't know, there are too many. Do you keep track of how many slices of Bread you ate last month?"

"Wasn't that a quote from Emperor Intis Roselle? I read it in a biography," the refined young man replied with a smile. "I remember eating 123 slices of bread last month."

The honest-looking middle-aged man was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I kill people because they deserve to die, and the more deserving they are to die, the more delicious their flesh and blood are."

"You ate the person you killed?" The young man's expression Change slightly.

"Depending on the severity, there will be different cooking methods," the honest-looking middle-aged man replied earnestly.

"You two are perverts," a gloomy man in his thirties sneered.

The mild-mannered young man wasn't angry; instead, he asked curiously, "Why did you kill him?"

"I didn't kill for the sake of killing. I just wanted to rape them. What could I do when they resisted so fiercely?" the gloomy man replied with a look that said, "I'm different from you bunch of perverts."

The young man laughed, and with his chin pointed to a woman with long, flowing brown hair whose collarbone was also pierced, he said, "She also committed rape and murder, but that was secondary; the main purpose was to collect Reproductive Organs."

Sitting quietly in the metal chair, leaning slightly forward, Lumian couldn't help but shake his head:

Are there too many murderers in Lenburg? How many lives do they have on average...?

The refined young man looked at him again:

"And you, what serious crime have you committed?"

Lumian thought carefully for a moment and said, "Murder, Blasphemy, arson, kidnapping, extortion, intimidation, deception, causing explosions, inducing miscarriages, worshipping Evil God, attacking government officials, blackmailing the Church of Orthodox God..."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then chuckled after a few seconds, "Brother, you've committed far too many crimes!"

"Otherwise, why would I be here?" Lumian asked in a rather relaxed manner.

"Indeed." The young man and the other Serious Criminals looked at Lumian with a newfound respect.

"How many people did you kill exactly?" The refined young man was more curious about this detail, as if he could put himself in the victim's shoes.

Lumian shook his head and replied in a low voice, "I haven't counted, nor do I want to answer. It's nothing to brag about. Like a farmer Harvest wheat, I've just done my job. Would you be happy to have done your daily work well?"

The young man paused for a moment before saying, "What's your name? I'm Gei. Perhaps we'll meet again in the land of the Death God."

Lumian uttered a Vocabulary very simply:

Louis.

He didn't want to use his real name among these people in the "Banishment City" because, in Mysticism, having one's real name known could lead to Curse, and the Contract Ability provided by the "Fate" Pathway had something similar.

"And you?" Gei asked the others.

"Lies," the honest-looking middle-aged man replied.

The gloomy man hesitated for a moment before answering:

"Wijepan."

"Julie." The woman with long, flowing brown hair swept her Greed gaze over the crotches of Gei and the others.

After the Serious Criminals here finished introducing themselves, Lumian chuckled 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 I haven't been in Lenburg for very long."

The most talkative Gei raised his handcuffed hands, pushed up his glasses, and said with a smile, "Actually, it's not bad, it can even be called good, because Lenburg has the most and most professional Detective in the world."

"But there are indeed quite a few people like us. Distortion Personality combined with a great deal of knowledge can easily create a group of formidable Criminal."

"Furthermore, Criminal from other countries will also come, wanting to challenge the Detective of Lenburg."

"Detective" is Sequence 7 of the "Reader" Pathway, and this Pathway belongs to the Church of Knowledge, which certainly has enough of them in Lenburg... Could there be real "Criminal," real "Serial Killer," hidden among those Criminal? Are these "Detective" just tools for Acting? But conversely, if the "Detective" can catch Criminal of the "Demon" Pathway, they can also digest their own Potion better and faster... Lumian nodded thoughtfully and smiled in response, "Do I count as one?"

"You have a very clear understanding of your own Personality, and for someone like you, the more knowledge you have, the more dangerous you become."

Gei coughed and said, "Yes, I regret now that I don't know enough."

The group of Serious Criminals, sometimes quiet and sometimes chatting, Past track of time.

Finally, the Clergy, who had been surrounding a Lady, arrived at the cell.

The Lady wore a white lace-trimmed blouse with a white Flowers collar, over which she wore a beige coat with brass thread. She paired it with a dark knee-length skirt and brown leather boots. Her face was oval, her Eyes were light blue like spring water, her nose was high and straight, and her brown hair was simply draped down and tied in a bun. She was a very beautiful Women.

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

"Your Judgement is in, and I will read it aloud." After saying this, the beautiful Lady turned around and walked towards the end of the dark corridor. The other Clergy were responsible for opening the cells, and Lumian, Gei, and others followed closely behind.

They descended the stone steps deeper and deeper into the Underground, finally arriving at a double brass door.

The beautiful Lady with the oval face stopped, turned to Lumian and the others, and said with a serious expression, "The verdict of your Judgement is:"

"Banishment, never to return!"

"Where Banishment?" Gei, both surprised and puzzled.

It wasn't the death penalty?

The Lady pointed to the Brass-Colored double doors behind her:

"Banishment behind this door."

As soon as she finished speaking, a chilling sound, though its exact nature was unclear, came from behind the door.