Very straightforward question, the other party tried his best to answer while lingering coughing:

　　 "I... I murdered my parents, so I was sent to the army and put into the death squad to be put on the battlefield. Everyone is dead, and I am going to die too."

　　 "Why did you murder your parents?"

　　 "I lost money in gambling, I need someone to pay my debts, but they refused, I missed..."

　　 is an old-fashioned story, but it will be played out in every world and every age.

　　 "How about you?"

　　 Jenkins asked the man to the left again, who looked younger and belonged to a middle-aged man in his 30s and 40s. What he suffered was a very conspicuous trauma, which should have been pierced in the chest by a sharp object such as a sword. He was lying on a gray coat, blood staining the clothes and the surrounding ground, it is a miracle that this person can live now.

　　 "Why did you come here?"

　　 "If you want to get ahead, you don't want to be a mover at the dock for the rest of your life."

　　 "Then have you made a mistake?"

"For money, I stole secrets from the army and sold them to spies, but this turned my unit into a terrible disaster. Everyone else died. I was seriously injured by a friend who discovered the truth. I think I'm going to die. "

　　 Self-made stories, although some twists and turns, but the logic is very smooth.

　　 "Then what about you? Why are you here again?"

　　 asked the young man to the right again. His legs disappeared and he was now roughly wrapped in clothes, but Jenkins could faintly smell the smell.

　　 "I came here as a normal conscription."

　　 The young man probably has a better physique. He is the only one of the three who speaks without trembling.

　　 "Did you have any fault?"

　　 "I don't think there is any."

　　 This sentence is actually true, which means that the other party thinks he is innocent.

　　 "Then what caused your injury?"

"The captain asked me to take care of the prisoners, but it was too difficult. There were twenty of them, but I only had one. So I killed them all and they couldn't escape. But the last one escaped while I was not paying attention. Later I was captured by him on the battlefield. He chopped off my legs and left me here to fend for myself."

　　 is another sad example, but it sounds like the fault is not as obvious as the first two. Young people probably think that they are performing their duties, but they are not very kind, and the other party is indeed the enemy.

　　 "Unfaithful or filial, these three people really have their own characteristics."

　　 After knowing everyone’s stories, Jenkins was silent in his heart, and Mr. Augustus, who was watching all this behind him, asked:

　　 "How is it, can you judge?"

　　 "You are right, it is very difficult, I need some time."

　　 Jenkins replied, pondered for a moment and then asked the three of them:

　　 "Do you regret it?"

　　 "Regret."

　　 This is the answer of the two who killed their parents and betrayed the secrets.

"No regrets."

　　 This is the answer of the young man who killed the captive. He leaned on the base of the broken stone pillar and looked at Jenkins.

　　Because of the existence of the priesthood of lies, no one can lie in front of Jenkins. This is all true.

　　 "Then to be honest, if time goes back and you face that moment in your life again, would you still do it?"

　　 he asked again.

　　 "No."

　　 said the half-hundred old man who killed his parents.

"meeting."

　　 hesitated for a few seconds, said the middle-aged man who betrayed his companion for money.

　　 "No."

　　 The most surprising thing is the young man, he also hesitated, and then gave his own answer:

　　 "I think they also have their own families. I feel the fear and helplessness before I die. If there is another chance, I will not kill them, but I do not regret that I did this."

　　 he explained.

　　 Jenkins nodded to express understanding, and asked the last question:

　　 "Does any of you want to die?"

　　 "I don't want to die."

　　 The middle-aged man who betrayed his companion and the young man who killed the captive said in unison.

　　 "I want to die, and I know I deserve to die."

　　 Half a centenarian replied, and then coughed violently again, making people wonder that he would cough out his lungs.

　　 "Well, it seems that the treacherous situation is not difficult this time."

　　 Jenkins said to himself, then turned to look at Mr. Augustus:

　　 "But before I give the answer, Mr. Augustus, may I ask you a question."

　　 "I will give you answers as much as possible."

　　 Mr. Augustus nodded kindly.

Chapter 1626 Chapter 1601 The priesthood of death

"My question is, in the history that really happened, shouldn't you just choose one of the three to kill, right? I believe everything is logical, and this happened in a church. Although the idol is broken, But I noticed that the holy emblem covered with dust on the base of the idol is intact, which is certainly not simple."

　　 "Yes, the original history actually happened some interesting things."

　　 Mr. Augustus admitted:

"Specifically, these three people showed up here because of a clever contract, and they are all on the verge of dying. The gods enshrined in this church noticed this and decided to do something. He chose a villain from the three to kill. Then give the other two new lives."

　　 "That's it..."

　　 Jenkins sighed and turned to look at the three people by the campfire. The crackling flame was beating, and the resulting shadow made the faces of the three people blurred. He tried to distinguish the holy emblem on the base of the idol, but he couldn't see clearly.

　　 "Since it makes sense, then..."

　　 He doesn't like to decide the life and death of others by his own decision. He usually only decides the life and death of those who have enemies with him. Jenkins knew that he was not a fair saint, and he could not really judge whether a person was evil, and he could not find the worst one among a group of evil people.

　　 But the current situation is not real, it is just a single-choice question for reviewing history. Although he does not know the intention of the questioner, he is still willing to give his own answer:

　　 "Then I think it is him who should not be left."

　　 He pointed to an old man who was nearly half a hundred years old.

　　 "Why? Because he killed his parents?"

　　 Mr. Augustus asked.

"This is only part of the reason, and more importantly, he himself is willing to die. I look down on those who commit suicide, but he did not commit suicide, but faced it calmly when facing death. He was not afraid of death and believed that This death deserves it, so among the three people who should have died, letting him go is the most reasonable choice for me...Of course, I actually think he did the most Evil."

"that is it?"

　　 asked Mr. Augustus. .

　　 "Yes, it's just that."

　　 Jenkins nodded, admitting that he had given all the answers.

　　 Upon seeing this, Mr. Augustus nodded slowly, and then silently looked at everything around the campfire with Jenkins.

　　 The half of the idol standing crookedly at the edge of the flame, a little bit from solid to illusory. When the idol completely disappeared, the holy emblem on the base of the idol was dusted off and became shiny under the firelight.

　　 A man who couldn't see his face, dressed in a black robe similar to Mr. Augustus, walked out of the darkness behind the idol. His whole body was shrouded under the black robe, and there was even reason to suspect that there was nothing under the black robe, and that the robe itself was walking.

　　 The mysterious man bent down in front of the three of them in turn, as if asking and listening. After a while, he quietly walked to the campfire, and then stretched out a hand to the flame.

　　 In fact, no hands appeared under the robe, only the robe was propped up.

　　 The campfire went out and darkness enveloped the place, but this lasted less than a second, and the flame rose again to illuminate the ruins of the church. The mysterious man is gone, and the old man who is nearly half a century old no longer coughs because he is dead.

　　 The middle-aged man who was stabbed in the chest by the sharp blade stood up, and the scar on his chest had disappeared. He picked up the blood-stained coat on the ground, pulled out the old suitcase from the ruins on the side, and walked silently to the dark distance.

　　 The young man who lost his legs stood up. He is no longer disabled. Patting the dust on his body, he picked up the backpack that he was leaning on as a pillow, took out a black bread-like object from it and placed it next to the corpse, and then disappeared into the bright edge of the campfire in strides.

　　 "The same choice?"

　　 After both of them disappeared, Jenkins asked.

　　 "Yes, the same choice."

　　 Mr. Augustus replied:

　　 "Although the reasons are different, the choices are the same. But this is not a question with a fixed answer, Jenkins, what you said makes sense, so this time the horror is over."

　　 "Then can I go back now?"

　　 I know it's impossible no matter how I think about it.

　　 "No, please wait a moment, the great has given you a gift."

　　 Speaking, Mr. Augustus pulled up his hood and restored it to the way it was when he first appeared. He hid his face in the shadow under his hood, and then prayed in a low voice.

　　 The sleepy cat with the shoulder head suddenly called and turned to look at the position of the holy emblem on the base of the statue. Jenkins also turned his head and looked over there, and saw that the unrecognizable holy emblem was shining slightly.

　　 While watching it, a bright golden light suddenly shot out from the center of the holy emblem. The body of the golden light is a miniature golden scale, which steadily stops in front of Jenkins, and shines Jenkins's face and chocolate hair into golden yellow.

"this is......"

　　 The part of the power in his soul that represents the essence of the gods faintly resonated, and his body began to glow. Jenkins immediately understood what was in front of him:

　　 "The priesthood: the judge of death!"

　　, instead of being surprised, he took a step back suddenly as if he saw a steam bomb about to explode. He looked around vigilantly, vaguely feeling that someone was watching him at that very far place.

　　 "Why?"

　　 He asked, and Mr. Augustus, who was already wearing a hood behind him, answered immediately, but Jenkins was not sure whether he was speaking at this time:

"Your soul is close to death, and the power of lies that you possess allows you to judge the lies of the deceased. You yourself meet the requirements of this priesthood, yes, no one is more suitable than you. This time, this treacherous state , It’s just a small test for this."

The intonation of 　　 is very strange, not the usual way of pronunciation of Mr. Augustus. This way of speaking is very elegant, but the small vibrato at the end of each sentence makes Jenkins a little uncomfortable.

　　 "I meet the requirements of this priesthood, it doesn't mean that the priesthood must belong to me. The great..."

　　 He probably guessed what the situation is now.

　　 "Great man, after this wonderful test, you gave me such a heavy gift. I think it must be something to me."

　　 Jenkins only dared to accept the gift with the price marked.

"What happened just now is a repetition of an ancient story. In that era, the **** in charge of the priesthood of death conducted a good trial within the scope of his own functions. Although the decision made by this trial is correct, only Only those who are suitable for this priesthood can give a relatively reasonable statement in accordance with their heart. This priesthood is what you deserve, the **** of lies,...but you are right. Gifts are indeed marked with prices."

Chapter 1627 Chapter 1602 Half of Death Statue

　　 "I hope that when you leave the material world and sublimate yourself to become a god, you can choose the power of death as your fundamental power."

　　 This is the price of this gift.

　　 "Sorry, but why is this?"

　　 Jenkins believes that he now barely belongs to the camp that dominates the [Lord of Flowers], which is the camp of life, the opposite of death.

　　 "It's very simple, because you are suitable for death. I have sent you invitations in the past, but you refused. Now it seems that your refusal is very reasonable. I should give more bargaining chips. You are worth it."

Hearing this, Jenkins frowned. When he first came to this world to learn about the gods a long time ago, he thought that the true gods and the false gods were fighting each other, and there was no connection between them, and there was no so-called "divine system" as he knew it. .

　　 But since he learned that the righteous **** can be cloned, and that believers of false gods may be favored by certain orthodox sects, he realized that the gods also exist in this world. It's just that the sense of existence is weak, and for some reason it is not known to the public.

　　 But if you sort out those gods with a large overlap in the scope of the priesthood, you will find that if the believers of the two are not completely hostile, then it is very likely to be a friendly relationship, and there is no possibility of a cold relationship. For example, the church of the sage has a very good relationship with the believers of priests such as [music] [history] [civilization], which proves the existence of the gods and the existence of the camp between the gods from the side.

　　 "Sorry, great, I don't think I can accept this gift."

　　 He took a step back again, farther away from Mr. Augustus and the golden scale representing the priesthood: