Roger had heard about the Pharaoh's curse in his previous life and knew that the Egyptian curse might really have miraculous power and should not be taken lightly. He remembered that a Harvard professor quoted an Indian case in his work, and another American physiologist also

Mentioned the concept of voodoo death.

"I have an idea," Roger stepped forward, "Maybe we don't need to risk it."

Roger took everyone outside the house and whispered his plan. Everyone discussed the feasibility of the plan and found that it was not too difficult.

"But are you really sure this is possible?" the priest asked doubtfully, "I have never heard of this method."

"You can try, we still have time," the Baron said firmly, "If it doesn't work, I will execute her."

So everyone returned to the house, and the blacksmith helped Isis up, chose a chair with the backrest higher than her head, fastened her hands behind the chair, and tied her body tightly to the chair, just like she had done to them.

He once again made sure that Isis couldn't see her own arm, then nodded to Roger and turned to go to the fire pit to get hot water.

The baron and the priest set up torches in front of Isis to provide more light and cover up the situation. Roger saw Isis' eyelashes trembling and knew that she was about to wake up. He, the baron and the priest each took a chair and sat in front of Isis, as if

Pierre Elcochon interrogated Jeanne d'Arc at the University of Paris.

Isis opened her eyes. She was a little panicked at first, but she quickly calmed down and said, "Can you tell me what happened? I only remember that a pony entered the house, and I don't remember anything after that."

Roger answered her honestly, and Isis looked unhappy. She said, "I calculated all the people, but missed one horse. Sure enough, luck never favors the cursed witch."

"We have decided to put you to death," the baron said. "You deserve it."

"Deserve it? Regardless of whether I am guilty or not, this sentence coming from your mouth is ironic. If you want to kill, just kill, just like what you did in the Jerusalem mosque." Isis's words were like an uppercut, hitting

You have to "be a good person" and don't go too far and don't dare to look at her.

The priest said: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, witches should be burned at the stake."

"Talk about the jingle," Isis looked at the priest with disdain: "Where does it come from? Charlemagne's code or the instructions of Pope Gregory VII?" (Note: Both are opposed to the arbitrary execution of wizards.)

The priest blushed and was speechless. So Roger said: "You took the lead in the murder of Simon, and I am his blood relative, and I personally experienced your kidnapping. You will eventually kill my companion. I

I also heard about the horrific things you have done. Although you have never killed anyone, you have actually killed many people. And if you succeed this time, I, as your test subject, will eventually be killed by you.

So I think I have the right to seek revenge, and I have the right to end your life."

Isis said calmly: "You are right. I cannot deny your accusation. You can take revenge on me."

Roger continued: "The Lord said: 'Vengeance is mine, I will repay.' The Lord exhorts us to use love to eliminate hatred. If, I mean if, I give up revenge and spare your life, will you not

You will regret your past and stop hurting others."

Isis looked at Roger with some surprise, but in the end she answered proudly: "Although a lie may make you save my life, as a cursed witch, I also have my persistence. I never think that I

I was wrong and I refuse to repent and change."

"Then, I will take your life. Now, you still have time to regret."

"I will not regret it. Death is just another beginning. God Isis will bless me, and I will continue my life in the underworld."

"I know your curse, but I'm not afraid of it," Roger looked directly into Isis's pupils. This was an action that a liar would not dare to do. He sincerely revealed his biggest secret, "I am

A reborn person."

Isis looked at each other without showing any signs of weakness: "Reborn? I know that your blood restrained the curse of a catfish and resurrected a dead person. You are qualified to receive this title. But if you think you can be exempted from all curses, then

You are too confident. I believe you will never be able to restrain my curse, my most powerful curse."

Roger took out Isis's hollow copper needle and glued it with leech saliva essence. He told Isis: "I will use your method to end your life. I will keep bleeding until five buckets are filled."

"Three barrels are enough, I'm sure." Isis said, she couldn't see Roger turning behind her.

Roger put the excess leech saliva essence into the bucket of blood. He inserted the copper needle into Isis's arm. He deliberately inserted it several times and said, "Sorry. I'm not good at my craftsmanship."

As planned, the blacksmith suspended the bucket with warm water above the copper needles stuck by Roger. The copper needles stuck at the bottom of the bucket flowed out drop by drop of warm water consistent with body temperature. This is attributed to the blacksmith's many years of career and his understanding of temperature.

The control was very good. The warm water flowed across Isis's arm, as if real blood was flowing out, and dripped into another wooden barrel.

In fact, Roger didn't prick a blood vessel at all. The blood only seeped out a few drops from the copper needle he pricked and then stopped.

So the warm water flowed drop by drop. At first, it made a "click-click" sound when it hit the wooden barrel, and soon turned into a "click-click" sound as it dripped into the liquid surface.

Roger returned to his seat and sat down. No one spoke anymore. Isis' life was counting down. The whole room fell into silence. Only the sound of water dripping, like a clock ticking seconds, announced the passage of life.

The blacksmith had been paying attention to the water temperature. He needed to heat the water quietly. In order to cover up the sound of the blacksmith adding water, Roger and the other two started talking.

Roger asked: "What do you think of death and resurrection?"

The priest replied: "People will be resurrected after death. At the end of the world, when the Lord Jesus returns, the dead throughout the ages will be resurrected and undergo great judgment. Those who have done good will be resurrected and will be with God in the new heaven and new earth; those who have done evil will be resurrected.

He was resurrected and condemned, and was thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, eternal destruction. People must not take chances and think that death is like a lamp going out, and everything is over. God is righteous and will deal with injustice.

For those who are evil and refuse to repent, in addition to the karmic retribution in this world, they will still have to settle accounts at the end of the day."

Roger thought that the priest was still very worried about Isis.

The baron recited a poem: "The sons of the giant Mimir, / are enjoying themselves and having fun, / but misfortune has come. /... Yggdrasil ashbark tree, /

Standing upright but trembling, / Holding up to the sky, the ground can no longer hold up, / The branches are all groaning in pain. / The giant breaks free from the heavy shackles, / Kills innocent people viciously and brutally. / The gods only set foot on the road to hell, /

They were all scared out of their wits./…The kingdom of giants was roaring and roaring,/the Asir tribe was whimpering and groaning,/all the dwarfs were howling loudly./…the evil dog Garm was barking in condolences,/in

Jumping in front of the Gnibe Cave, / The thick iron chain will be broken, / The gangster can escape. / Or the wise and intelligent can predict the future, / Can also predict the distance in the future, / Know that invincible battles are in vain, / Gods

How can you escape the disaster?"

The Baron's recitation was incomplete, and half of his face was swollen, making his speech unclear.

Roger was surprised: "Baron Rollo, this doesn't seem to be in the Bible."

"It's not in the Bible, it's the word of mouth from my elders. It's said that the Twilight of the Gods comes from the north, the homeland of our Normans."

"According to what you said, even the gods have to face the fate of extinction. Doesn't it mean nothing is done?"

"No, there is a completely different difference between a brave and tenacious warrior and a timid and timid coward. Great warriors have the courage to fight against death, so they will go to the Hall of Valor after death, but ordinary people who accept their fate do not have the spirit to live towards death, so

The destination that awaits them after their death will be the cold and dark underworld."

"But according to you, even the Hall of Valor and the Underworld will return to nothingness, and resurrection will not exist."

"Yes, the tangible will eventually return to nothingness. Only honor can last forever. Fighting and honor go hand in hand. Brave fighting is to gain honor, and the achievement of honor is reflected in the courage to fight. Life is limited,

Life is meaningful only if you realize your greatest life value, that is, gain the greatest honor, in your limited life. The battle in Ragnarok is doomed to fail, but you do it knowing you cannot do it, resist fate, and keep fighting,

Even in the face of death, we never give up the pursuit of honor, and ultimately use honor to transcend death, and use honor to achieve eternal life.”

Roger somewhat understood that when a person dies, he or she leaves a name, whether it is to be famous or infamous for eternity, what the elders of the Baron pursue is spiritual immortality.

"It's just pagan propaganda." The priest said disapprovingly, "An unpopular statement."

Roger objected: "But Catholics are not the only ones in this world. Father, your teachings cannot cover everyone."

"Of course not, but it is not just Catholics who believe in resurrection after death. I remember that there is also relevant content in the Holy Quran: 'Allah said: He gave me a parable, and he forgot that I had created him.

He said: Who can resurrect rotten bones? I say: He who created them in the first place will resurrect them.’ Therefore, both God and Allah approve of the resurrection.”

Roger was surprised by the priest's erudition. He actually knew the Koran, but this seemed to contradict piety. A witticism popped into Roger's mind: ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and another burn at the stake.

At this time, the bucket of water was full. The blacksmith removed the bucket and filled it with blood. This was actually their own blood and handed it to Roger. Roger said in front of Isis.

fell to the ground.

"A bucket," said Roger.

Blood flowed on the ground and soaked Isis's bare feet.

Then Roger handed the bucket back to the blacksmith, who took another empty bucket and put it under Isis's arm. The sound of water dripping sounded again, and the room fell into silence again.

It was late at night, and Roger was a little sleepy. After all, he was still a child and had lost a lot of blood. His mind began to diverge, thinking of the past and jumping back to the present.

"I'm cold." Isis said, her face pale and her eyes haggard.

The baron brought the torch closer, but Isis said nothing. She seemed to be in a dream and kept murmuring.

Roger couldn't understand her language, but the priest seemed to understand Arabic. He translated some of them. Some were memories of the past, some were narrations to the dead, and some were prayers to the gods. They were all scattered fragments. Why?

He couldn't figure it out, so the priest stopped translating, and time passed like this.

"Two barrels."

The blood soaked her bare feet again, and Isis no longer murmured. She repeated the same sentence.

Roger looked at the priest, and the priest translated: "If I kill someone, I will die at the same time as others, and if someone kills me, they will die at the same time as me."

This is the most powerful curse of Isis. Roger felt a little cold and shrank his neck.

The men were silent, and the women were cursing. The curses were hoarse, intermittent, unclear, sometimes high and sometimes low, like a saw, pulling at people's hearts suddenly.

The air in the room seemed to be condensed, and it was so oppressive that Roger could not breathe. But there seemed to be wind coming out of the cracks somewhere, and Roger always felt like something was passing by.

The water dripped halfway through the bucket, and Isis lost her voice. She seemed to be in shock. Another half-way through the bucket, when Roger poured blood over her bare feet for the third time, she was no longer alive.

The priest checked her breathing, Roger pinched her neck, and came to the same conclusion: "She is dead."

"Exactly three buckets," the blacksmith gestured, holding the bucket of blood. "The total of our blood is exactly three buckets."

"So how did she die?" The baron looked at Isis as if he were looking at a sculpture. He asked, "Did she scare herself to death? Or did she curse herself to death? Has her curse been fulfilled?"

Roger could not answer the baron's question, and everyone sat around quietly.

After a long time, the priest recited a passage of Scripture: "The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our children forever, so that we may obey all the words of this law."

Then the priest sighed: "Everything is God's will."

After sitting quietly for a while, the coachman came in and told us that it was time to leave. He said: "We are taking another mountain road. Although it is a long detour, we can still get there. It is a good time to go now."

So everyone got up, and the coachman had already hitched up the carriage. In addition to the original horse-drawn carriage, he let the baron's war horse and the ranger's horse pull the merchant's covered carriage. The war horse was a little unhappy, but fortunately it still obeyed the order.

The "gift" was strolling leisurely by the side.

The coachman complained to Roger: "I wanted to call your horse, but it just refused to hitch it. You have turned the horse into a dog. Let me see how you ride it in the future."

Everyone held torches and hurried on. The road out of the town was flat and they didn't dare to go up the mountain. Fortunately, the coachman was experienced and by the time they reached the mountain pass, it was bright enough to see the road clearly.

Roger sat on the hay and saw a ship with several masts coming up from the sea outside the town. Now they didn't have to worry. The crew could only search along the coast. They would never dare to stray too far from the ship.

The baron, who was so weak that he could only ride in a carriage, said unconvinced: "In fact, we don't have to leave at all. We can fight them at the dock. I don't believe we can't beat them."

Roger looked at the baron's half swollen and half pale face, and was too embarrassed to say anything to hurt him.

At this time, the coachman suddenly asked: "Where are the gold coins? Who took the gold coins?"

The ranger interfaced: "I didn't see it. I didn't see it when I woke up. Roger, do you know?"

Roger thought for a moment and said, "I didn't see it. Isis must have put it away."

"That's in the house," said the priest.
Chapter completed!