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Chapter 99 Lies turned into...truth

"..."

"..."

Mist raised her head and looked along the sound source, only to see a handsome knight in silver armor greeting her familiarly.

She was silent for a moment and asked:

"Why are you...here?"

"I heard you were in trouble." Ximu sat on the ground, glanced at the extinguished fire on the ground, and then flicked his fingers, and a spark flew out and landed on the fire.

The extinguished fire was rekindled.

The swaying firelight is reflected on the silver armor, giving people a warm and reliable feeling.

Mist crossed her arms with one hand and was silent for a moment.

"Colluding with cultists, committing... the crime of massacre, and there is suspicion of blasphemy."

"Aren't you looking for your brother?" Ximu asked doubtfully, and the little mare beside him also cast a doubtful look.

To this, Mist gave an answer: "After we parted, I went straight to find my brother, but when passing by the Kingdom of Cadilon, I was suddenly stopped by..."

Her voice was angry and cold.

"They said that I colluded with the cultists, carried out large-scale massacres in the Kingdom of Cadiron, and sacrificed my soul to the Witch of Death."

"..."

Ximu frowned and pretended to think for a moment.

Of course he knew that Mist had not committed mass murder, nor had she colluded with the Death Believers to perform soul sacrifices.

This is an obvious frame-up, a conspiracy specially designed to prevent Mister... from rescuing her brother.

Otherwise, if Mist really goes to the God of Blood and draws her sword to snatch her brother back, the gods will be embarrassed.

So Mist must stop until the God of Blood is completely healed and until Michael turns into a puff.

Only then could Mist leave.

"It's unjust." His tone was firm, and then he made a suggestion under Mist's gaze.

"Ignore them, just... leave the Kingdom of Cadilon and prioritize rescuing Michael."

"They won't let me leave." Mist shook her head, her cold voice containing irrepressible anger.

"The Saint of the Church of Justice has used her power to cover the Kingdom of Cadilon. As long as I have no way to prove my innocence, I can only operate in the Kingdom of Cadilon until the Saint of the Church of Justice makes a...judgment."

"Do I have to prove my innocence?" Ximu looked thoughtful. He knew the ability of the Saint of Justice. It was the ability to impose punishments as long as a "guilty" result was inferred. The punishments for different crimes were Also different.

During this period, the offender will be forcibly restricted in his or her activities and will not be given a chance to escape.

Unless Mist kills the Saint of Justice, but... attacking the judge will immediately trigger a "guilty" judgment.

And there are people protecting the Saint of Justice.

"They didn't care about my innocence from the beginning." Mist's voice was too calm. When she was trapped in the Kingdom of Cadilon, she knew that no matter how she defended herself, it would be useless.

Those who wronged her know better than she herself how wronged she is.

"How will you know if you don't try?" Ximu said, taking out the bread and milk from the ring, handing them to Mister, and said:
"Anyway, let's fill our stomachs first."

"...Thank you." Mist was stunned for a moment, looking at Akhtar's sincere and gentle smile, thinking of her brother.

But I feel different from my brother.

Ximu watched Mist eating the bread one bite after another, feeling that the other person was a bit like a little hamster. Paired with Mist's tall figure and awe-inspiring temperament, the contrast was unexpectedly cute.

And right now.

A sudden heat wave came, and the snow began to melt, as if a huge furnace was approaching.

Ximu's smile faded, and he looked towards the source of the heat source. He saw a young man about less than one meter tall, with red flames burning on his body.

The air began to twist and blur under the burning of red flames.

"Hello, you are the... thief who stole the power of the dragon." The young man raised his hand in greeting with a hearty and calm smile, "I'm sorry to disturb your tryst."

When Mister saw this, she stood up and planned to kill this ungrateful little dragon with a knife, although she might have seen that this little dragon was not here to cause trouble for her.

But she has now acquiesced that Akhtar's troubles are her troubles.

She stood up when she was framed as a cultist and provided her with clues to find her brother. She kept this kindness in her heart.

So when I saw someone making trouble for Akhtar, my first reaction was to draw my sword and repay Akhtar's kindness.

Compared to her brother's kindness and kindness, she is actually not a very gentle person. She only cares about her friends and family.

And there were threats against her friends and family.

Then you must respond with the sword.

"Let's fill our stomachs first." Ximu raised his hand and pressed Mist down. He didn't want Mist to kill the experience pack that came to his door.

The young man smiled when he saw this, stretched out his flaming palm and shook it, causing sparks to fly everywhere, "It doesn't matter, you all can come together."

"I'll deal with him, and find a way to clear your name at the same time." Ximu stood up on his knees, put the little mare into the ring, and then walked towards Cadilon.

The young man smiled when he saw this, and followed him without hesitation. He was not afraid of Akhtar, and even if he couldn't defeat him... he was sure to escape.

The two walked one behind the other for a certain distance.

Until a moment later.

Ximu squirmed his lips, recited a spell, and took out the Great Sword of Death. His shadow squirmed, and a slim woman appeared, her whole body wrapped in black cloth.

His appearance was unclear, but his aura was filled with the threat of death.

"Kill him, and then bring the Great Sword of Death back to me." He handed the Great Sword of Death to the summoned woman in black robe.

Continue walking towards the inner city of Cadilon.

"Hey... let a summoned creature deal with me!" The young man became angry, his pupils turned into vertical pupils, and dragon scales appeared on his face.

"You are really underestimated!"

"..."

Ximu ignored it.

This little dragon made him lose the desire to fight, but he had no intention of wasting experience points, so using summons to kill the little dragon was naturally the best choice.

Eight of the ten types of shadow magic.

Miss Black Knife.

It was the most devout believer of the Death Witch in the past. It was the Blade of the Death Witch. It had received the deepest blessing from the Death Witch. In theory, it could give the god the concept of death.

And such a being was summoned and wielded the Great Sword of Death.

Against a... little dragon, the effect is to crush it.

……

..."Ho ho ho!!!" The angry dragon roar came out, and after a moment it turned into panic. A red dragon flew into the sky and fled outside the Kingdom of Cadilon in panic.

But in an instant, his head was cut off by the black waning moon that rose from the ground, and then his hands, feet, wings, tail, chest, etc., were cut off by the black waning moon that shot up from the ground, and were chopped off in the sky. Into pieces.

The dragon's body fell, and the scattered hot blood mixed with the burning flames of death fell like fire from the sky, igniting the hills in the outer city.

The whole process is so fast that people can't get over it.

Enter the inner city.

Ximu stopped and saw Miss Black Knife appearing behind him as if teleporting, handing the sword of death to him.

Retrieving the Great Sword of Death, he released Miss Black Knife's summons.

"Oh my...that's so awesome. He deserves to be the hero who has captured the power of the dragon." A pleasant voice of praise came. Ximu looked along where the voice came from, and saw a girl wearing shorts walking towards him. She was walking with two steps. A pair of slender white legs, a white bandage tied to a flat chest, and a small dagger hanging from his waist.

It was obviously winter, but she didn't seem to feel the cold at all.

"Hello, I'm a liar." The girl raised her hand and readily admitted that she was a liar. Then she came up to Xi Mu and took a sniff, then showed a puzzled expression.

"Don't move." She put her hands on Xi Mu's shoulders, stood on tiptoes and came to Xi Mu, and sniffed carefully.

Then he licked Ximu's face.

"..." Ximu touched his cheek, feeling the temperature and wetness on his cheek, his expression became... subtle.

However, the girl didn't care about Ximu's reaction. She pinched her chin carefully, looked at Ximu up and down, and said with a smile:

"Akhtar, do you want to believe in the Goddess of Lies?"

"No." Ximu refused coldly, pushed the girl in front of him away, and then walked into the inner city.

The girl didn't mind this at all. She jumped up and down to catch up, and approached Ximu to sell him, "With your talent, you will definitely become the best believer in lies."

"I never lie." Ximu lied without changing his expression, and the girl smiled even brighter after hearing this, holding Ximu's arm and begging.

"How about joining the Church of Lies? You really have a bright future."

Ximu: "..."

The person entangled at this time is a believer of the Goddess of Lies. He is very keen on preaching and is extremely persistent towards the players.

According to the official setting of the game, players are a group of natural liars, and their underlying logic is inconsistent with what normal people think...

Whether it is to save the country or become a Shura, the starting point is not necessarily good or malicious.

No one knows what the player really thinks. This concealment and deception... is the perfect potential to believe in the Goddess of Lies.

but.

"I'm not interested in the goddess of lies." Ximu refused coldly, and when the girl heard this, she said pitifully:
"Why, the Goddess of Lies is very kind to her believers."

"I like mature goddesses." Ximu replied very seriously, "The goddess of lies... is peaceful."

The girl was stunned.

When Ximu saw this, he had already pushed the girl away and walked alone on the dilapidated street, leaving the girl alone in a daze.

After a while.

The girl lowered her head, looking at the clear and visible toes, and fell into a long silence. She also did not expect that the hero Akhtar was so vulgar, and actually decided the charm of the goddess based on whether she was plump or not.

And on the other side.

Ximu walked alone on the street, and all he saw were civilians in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and skinny muscles. The streets were littered with garbage and excrement that were discarded everywhere.

But this would be fine, if it weren't for the massacre that happened here some time ago, which resulted in a significant drop in population density.

It will be even messier here.

Moreover, during this period, the Kingdom of Cadilon received assistance from the church, and basically everyone was able to have enough to eat, and also had an... income.

Came to a bakery.

Under the watchful eye of the store manager, she took out a hundred gold coins and placed them on the counter. Ximu asked:
"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." The aunt quickly put away the hundred gold coins, wiped her apron with her hand, and showed a respectful smile.

During this time, many wealthy people came to Cadilon, and they also provided free food to the residents of Cadilon. In their eyes, they were just big fat sheep.

It's a pity that they don't dare to attack the big fat sheep. This group of big fat sheep that come to Cadilon usually have very strong strength.

If you mess around, you'll only get yourself into trouble.

"Who is the person who started the massacre?" Ximu asked, and the aunt was slightly stunned when she heard this, and said without thinking:
"It's Mist."

"Have you seen Mister kill someone with your own eyes?" Ximu asked again, but Auntie nodded repeatedly without thinking about it:
"Yes, I saw Mist kill someone with my own eyes."

This is a lie.

In fact, she didn't even know who Mist was or what she looked like, but she knew one thing very clearly. No matter who asked... they would answer that it was Mist who committed the murder.

"There's no point in asking this." A pleasant laughter came. Ximu looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a girl with a bandage on her chest walking towards her.

She put her hands on her hips and said with a smile:

"In order to ensure the safety of Cadilon, everyone in this country is funded by the Blood Church. Everyone has enough to eat and a considerable income."

"And there is only one thing they have to do, and that is to identify "Mist" as the murderer of the massacre."

Speaking of this, she flipped her light red hair from her forehead.

"Of course, according to the Blood Church, it is for post-disaster assistance. A certain amount of financial assistance will be provided to every family and individual harmed by Mist."

"Everyone in this country is a victim, everyone has been harmed by Misty."

"Everyone will say...Mist is the murderer."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Ximu glanced at the aunt who had collected the money, and then asked: "Who is the murderer who caused the massacre? Did you really see that it was Mister who killed the person?"

The aunt hesitated for a moment, looked at Ximu's indifferent eyes, and carefully analyzed the pros and cons. If she admitted that she had not seen Mist, not only would the Blood Church stop providing assistance, but someone would also come looking for trouble in the future.

Maybe her bakery won't even be able to open.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes...Mist killed someone." She gritted her teeth, insisting that it was Mist who caused the massacre.

Ximu looked at the frightened aunt with sharp eyes, then turned around and walked out of the bakery, losing interest in talking.

The girl smiled when she saw this, followed Ximu's footsteps, and accompanied him to ask questions step by step, and the answers she got... were completely consistent.

The murderer of the massacre was Mister. If Mister was questioned in depth about her appearance and use of weapons, people would start to hesitate.

Ten minutes later.

"Have you given up?" The girl looked at Akhtar, who was standing in silence on the street, her smile as bright as ever.

"The person who started the massacre is Mist. Everyone is identifying Mist. Even if it is a lie... it will become the truth."

"It doesn't make sense even if you think Mist is not the murderer."

(End of this chapter)