Hearing the voice coming from behind the door, except for Lumian, the expressions of the other felons changed.
Guy blurted out and asked:
"What exactly is behind the door?"
Could it be that the so-called exile actually means being sent to the mouth of a monster and used as food for it?
"Behind the door is a road that leads to your place of exile." The beautiful lady with an oval face simply replied, "There will be no monsters waiting to eat you there, but it is indeed very dangerous. I don't know what the specific danger is.
But there is definitely hope for you to continue living, which is much better than hanging or shooting directly."
Guy, Les and others looked at each other and then at the surrounding clergymen wearing plain white robes inlaid with brass threads. They were about to move for a moment, but finally suppressed it.
They believed that they would not be opponents of the clergy of the Church of Knowledge, and the beautiful woman who was responsible for reading out the results of the trial had a significantly higher status.
The gentle-looking Geyi turned his attention to Lumian and found that the wanted criminal, who claimed to have committed multiple felonies, had a calm expression and was unafraid.
"I will open the door later, and you can enter on your own. Those who stay will be punished with an additional penalty and be executed on the spot." The beautiful woman with an oval face raised her hands, and there seemed to be countless illusory light spots in her light blue eyes.
emerge.
The dim and black rain fell silently from a height of four meters, pouring on Lumian and others.
Lumian suddenly felt irritable and a little violent.
It seemed that Omi Bella's blood was stirring.
"What did you do to us?" Guy asked in surprise.
The beautiful woman wearing an off-white coat inlaid with brass threads said in a teaching tone:
“This is a secret technique called ‘Harps’ Sterilization Rain’, which makes you lose your fertility, but it can be restored through the corresponding secret technique or a professional doctor.
"We don't want babies to be born in exile, they are innocent."
Sterilization Rain... No wonder Omi Bella'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 is offset by the specialness of Omi Bella's bloodline...
If it really works, in the future, when I am influenced by the benefactor of the "Great Mother" and I am conceived by Omi Bella in my body, will the sterilization effect prevent the embryo from implanting smoothly? This may depend on the corresponding impact.
His personality... Lumian felt that the "sterilization rain" was not a bad thing.
The other felons also don't think this is a problem. They either already have offspring, or they have cold-blooded personalities, or they are twisted and perverted. They don't think there is anything cute about children of 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 from the air.
The door made a heavy metal friction sound and slowly opened back.
For some reason, Guy and the others suddenly felt a desire, and involuntarily passed the door and walked into the deep corridor behind.
They did not notice that, except for the beautiful woman with an oval face, the other clergy of the Church of Knowledge had already retreated to the starting point of the 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 deep in the corridor was calling him.
He was walking in the middle of the line when he heard the slamming of the door behind him.
The light in the corridor suddenly became extremely dim, and only the luminous gems embedded in the wall provided a certain amount of illumination.
What a luxury... Lumian sighed instinctively.
At this time, Ge Yi, who looked gentle, glanced around and said:
"Should we stay here and find a way to open this door and escape when there is no one watching outside?"
"Do you think those who were exiled before have never thought about this kind of thing?" The gloomy Wijepan sneered, "And we are still wearing torture instruments, how can we escape?"
Lumian watched with cold eyes and found that Ge Yi was able to resist the desire in his heart to some extent and wanted to escape 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 in the guard outside appears only once every few days?"
Without giving Guy a chance to answer, Lumian said to himself:
"Actually, there is food. Each of you is food."
Having said this, Lumian looked at Les, the human meat cook, and asked with a smile:
“What is it for us people to do?”
"It's suitable for stewing and pickling. You need to add appropriate spices to prevent the taste from being too sour." The face of Les, who looked simple and honest, suddenly glowed.
Ge Yi was silent for a few seconds, wearing handcuffs and anklets, and walked slowly towards the depths of the corridor, with Lumian following behind at the same pace.
They walked for a long time, and Lumian felt that it should have been seven or eight hours, but he suspected that his perception of time was biased.
During this process, no one chose to stay. The front seemed not to be a city of exile, but a place of hope.
They also frequently heard indescribable terrifying sounds, which made Les, the human flesh cook, sigh with emotion:
"We are like walking in the long esophagus of a monster, heading towards its stomach. The sounds we hear are the movements of gastric peristalsis and digestion."
Lumian deeply agreed with this, and the other people's hair suddenly stood up.
Finally, they saw the stone steps extending upward.
This seems to mean that the end is near.
After walking up the steps and pushing open the heavy wooden door, Lumian and the others' eyes were immediately pierced by the bright sunlight and they subconsciously closed their eyes, while the indescribable and creepy sound suddenly disappeared.
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 large prayer hall of a church. The sunlight penetrated through the stained glass windows and shone into the interior, bringing a sacred and glorious scene.
On the walls without glass in the hall are murals depicting myths and legends. Below, there are bookshelves made of brass. The bookshelves are filled with various books and test papers.
This makes the place look more like a library than a church.
The speaker was an old man wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads. He was sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair and amber eyes that were gentle and clear, not showing any turbidity. He held a thick book in his left palm.
Standard knowledge teaches scholarly clergy.
But Lumian felt that it didn't 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 Hellabeg, who is responsible for all theological matters in Morola."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at Lumian and others.
The handcuffs, anklets, and chains that penetrated the collarbone suddenly became extremely soft, as if they were made of mud.
With a clanging sound, they separated from the bodies of the felons and fell to the ground paved with gray-white stone slabs in a metallic shape.
This made all the serious criminals feel shuddered and gave up some bad plans.
Heraberg then handed over the thick book and the brass-cased pen in his hand:
"You guys, come and register your names. This means that you have officially become residents of Morola."
Lumian complied with the rules completely, took the book and wrote the name "Louis".
The next one was Guy. He held a book and a pen and asked tentatively about Heraberg:
"How are you sure we wrote our real names?"
Heraberg replied calmly:
"The past is not important. In Morola, what is important is the present and the future."
Geyi thought carefully for a while, and was a little confused as to what the cleric Heraberg wanted to express.
Considering that the Church of Knowledge could exchange information through telegraphs and other methods, he did not make up a pseudonym and write it in the register, but honestly used his real name.
After all the serious criminals were registered, Heraberg looked at Lumian and others and said:
"You also need to abide by the rules here. Most of the laws are the same as in other cities in Lemberg, but duels can be 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 dedicated 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 members of the law enforcement team are all composed of experimental personnel." Heraberg replied gently.
Guy asked:
"So how do we become experimenters?"
Vijaypant, who looked gloomy, asked:
"What will happen if you break the law here? Go to jail, or die?"
Heraberg smiled and said:
"The worst penalty for breaking the law here is becoming an experimenter."
"Wouldn't that mean becoming a law enforcer?" Ge Yi was stunned for a moment.
Doesn’t this encourage us to break the law?
Lumian thought of the term "experimenter" that frequently appeared in the "0-01" sealed data.
Just from looking at that information, he knew that becoming an experimenter was definitely not a good thing.
Heraberg kept his expression unchanged:
"Yes, but you have to remember that apart from the church's caretakers, the experimenters will destroy at least two of them every day."
Scrap... Ge Yi and 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 200,000 people. There are farms, mines, and factories around the city. These are all part of Morola."
"With nearly 200,000 people, are there so many severe criminals in Lundborg?" Lumian was slightly surprised.
Hellaberg dutifully explained:
"This has been accumulated from generation to generation, and we will also spend money to import serious criminals from abroad."
Introducing... is the same as introducing talents... Lumian thought about it for a few seconds and was not in a hurry to "commit a crime". He 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 Heraberg and walked towards the door of the library-style church, intending to find the two parts of the "abscessed hand" first.