My heart was beating non-stop, and the introduction to the history of the continent in "The Widow" mentioned this card, and its former owner was the backbone of the fight against the Twelve. Justice is one of the Seven Virtues cards, and its power rivals that of any of the Twelve. However, the book says that the master of justice dies in the end, and justice disappears with it, so can a card that has disappeared not be resurrected?

Mu Tou saw my doubts, and he explained: "The legend is somewhat wrong, the Seven Virtues have all been passed down, and the bow you saw just now is the chastity of the Seven Virtues. ”

"Where did you get that?"

"The burial place of the phoenix was originally intended to be reserved for my sister, but there was a special reason that she couldn't refine this card, so it was just given to Xiaoya."

"Where is justice? Can you help me get it? ”

"No, you can't. Justice cards disappear once you leave that place, so you'll have to go there yourself and refine the cards on the spot. Also, it's up to you whether or not you can get the cards in the end, as only one person is allowed to enter the final level. I used to explore there, but I failed. We can only wish you good luck. ”

I don't know if I should take the risk or not, and if I betray my family, I will not end well. He is just an ordinary businessman who can be swallowed up by power at any moment. "Give me a little more time, I'm going to think about it." I began to loosen up, and although I didn't officially answer them yet, I knew that one day I would be on the same side as them.

"That's fine, remember, next time I'll meet you in a place where there's no darkness. We're leaving, to the other side of the border. Mu Tou said, "Have you ever seen the scenery on the other side of the border when you are stationed at the border?" ”

I said, "No, the Cult of God doesn't allow us to peek into the other side of the world. ”

Mu Tou said: "That's a pity, but there is a chance." Good bye. ”

Evia said, "Goodbye." ”

I said, "Goodbye." ”

I watched as they walked hand in hand through the forest and disappeared into the distance. They crossed that border and went to a place I could look at every day but couldn't reach. The textbooks say that it is a place where heretics and monsters share possession, where a large number of babies die of hunger every day, where monsters eat people every day, where people walk barefoot, where people wear tattered clothes, where people often die from card attacks. Although the textbooks say so, I know that every year a large number of third-class, second-class, or even first-class people go there.

I had the urge to go there and take a look, and my primal curiosity drove me to the edge of the border. A red line divides the intact land into two areas, one side being scrutinized by the gods and the other bleak. I poked my head out of the red line, and I was even ready to be killed by a random arrow. But nothing happened, and there was silence all around.

I carefully stepped my foot outside the red line, it was an emotion of great excitement, breaking through the oppression, breaking through the taboo, and finding myself. I somehow began to get excited, and I stuck my foot out back and forth to retract it. I had the illusion that every time I stretched out my legs, I felt a little more relief. Of course, I was not satisfied with the enjoyment of this small step, and I stepped into that world with both feet. Endless emptiness, green grass. I let out a heavy breath of turbidity, sat cross-legged and began to meditate. I put my perception to the maximum, and I want to fully immerse myself in this world without taboos.

"Who dares to make trouble on the borders of the Holy Empire." Two creeps pointed their spears at my back.

"Presumptuous, are you tired of seeing that this commander is so disrespectful?" I stood up and turned to face them, grim on my face.

The two soldiers were so frightened that they quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Humph! Ben Shuai saw that there was a thief who wanted to break into the border, and fought with the thief for a few rounds to beat him away, but he secretly planned to do it, Ben Shuai was slightly injured, and he was breathing just now, you two are so bold that you almost didn't kill Ben Shuai. However, I think that you are just sparing your lives for the sake of border security, and I will go back with me to be punished by the ten military sticks. ”

When I got back to the tent, I was restless, and the feeling of breaking free from my cage was more refreshing than playing with slaves. To perpetuate this irritation, I stripped the two leopard girls naked at the same time, and I worked them, and they responded with a gentle roar. These leopard women are different from elves, they have a yearning for freedom in their bones, and they always resist in the most brutal way. In order to subdue the two leopard girls, they starved for seven days. They were locked in the same cage, tortured with hunger, and when their patience reached the limit, they hissed at each other, and the blood made them remember that there was no good end to brainless resistance.

As I struggled to keep the stimulation going, I was getting emptier and emptyer. The leopard girls slumped on the bed, looking at their intricately patterned bodies, plump **, slender and powerful legs, I should have been happy but disgusted. Two contradictory thoughts struggled in my mind, and that yearning for freedom loomed into obscurity.

I got dressed and walked out of the tent with the book called "The Widow," which I wanted to reread. I'm already the most powerful man in the area, but I'm still careful to avoid the surveillance cards. I had to take the book to an open place where no one was there, to a place where birds were crying and green leaves were sweeping, where there should be at least a gust of fresh breeze, where there should be at least a blue sky.

I thought of a place where I had seen the stars in the sky for many nights, and where I had played with slaves, but I have to say that it was a good place to read. I gave a few simple orders to the soldiers, and then headed for the holy place in my heart. I was also very careful when I went, and I had to guard against the surveillance of the soldiers.

Finally, I got there. A large tree supports a shade, and on the other side of the tree is a bottomless cliff. With my back against the trunk of the tree, I flipped the page at random. The delicate touch is like a cliff, and I can never climb out again when I fall into it. I fell in the book, greeted by heartbeat after beat. I'm so scared that I want to die, but I have to live a death addiction.

"The purpose of all the beliefs, habits, tastes, feelings, and states of mind of our time is to preserve the mystery of the Cult and to prevent anyone from seeing through the nature of the present world. At present, there can be no actual rebellion, or a precursor to a rebellion. From third-class people, there is nothing to worry about. If you don't mess with them, they will work, reproduce, and die from generation to generation, not only without the urge to rebel, but also without the ability to understand that there can be a world different from the present world. They are only dangerous if the development of production technology makes it necessary to give them a higher education; However, as military and commercial competition has ceased to be relevant, the level of education of the population has actually declined. Under the condition that the masses do not possess force, what the masses think, or have no opinion, is regarded as a matter of insignificance. Because they don't have intelligence, they might as well be given academic freedom. And in a believer, there is no room for the slightest disagreement on even the most trivial matter. ”

"For the believer, he is not required to have personal affection, nor is he allowed to have a diminished enthusiasm. He should live in the frenzy of hatred for foreign enemies and traitors, triumph at victory, and devotion to the power and wisdom of the Cult. His dissatisfaction with the simplicity of his life is consciously channeled to vent outwards and disappear into the two-minute hatred. Ideas that might arouse suspicion or rebellious tendencies were stifled in advance by the inner discipline he had received in his early years. ”

"One of the first and simplest stages of this training, the new language called Crime Stop, can be done at a very young age. Cessation of crime means the ability to instinctively pull back from the precipice before any dangerous thoughts arise. This ability also includes the inability to understand analogies, to see logical errors, to correctly understand the simplest arguments that are inconsistent with the teachings of God, and to be weary and disgusted with any line of thought that can lead in the direction of heresy. All in all, crime stops means stupidity that acts as a protector. But stupidity is not enough, it is also necessary to be fully orthodox, which requires being able to control one's own thought process, just as a card master is skilled at manipulating cards. The fundamental belief of the Holy Empire is that the Pope is omnipotent and that the Divine Religion has always been right. But since in real life the pope is not omnipotent, the Cult of God is not always correct. This requires constant and momentary flexibility in dealing with facts. ”

"When the enemy speaks the obvious black and hard in white, you will scold the enemy for his shameless deeds; When the Cult requires you to speak black as white, then you consciously speak black as white, and you will find all sorts of reasons to defend the Cult, and you can convince yourself to show great loyalty to the Cult. ”

I have made leaps of thought in this language, and I have to admit that the person who wrote this book has insight into the world. Many of my thoughts are close to his, but his formulation is more complete and systematic, and the world has been stripped away in his eyes into a fragment of murderous conflict between humanity and divinity.

After many days like this, I finally finished the book thoroughly, and then I threw it into a cliff. As the book says, the book only gave me a guide, and it was up to me to decide what to do next. Of course, there are a lot of speculations in this book, and in some places it deliberately exaggerates the evil deeds of the Cult, but that still doesn't stop it from being a good book, because it wakes me up all the time. If you don't make your voice heard, the fantasy in the book is about to become a reality. I finally decided to betray the Cult of God, and the education that the Cult had given for twenty years was dismantled little by little, and I could not think of any other way than to betray it.

A pus-covered guy has a beautiful coat that he uses to deceive you for twenty years, and when you tear his true face, either stay away from him or put up with him, and anyone with a little conscience knows what to choose. It is a pity that there are still a large number of ignorant people around him, and the ignorant are not without conscience, they are simply deprived of the consciousness of discovering conscience. The hateful thing is those who have seen the truth and still sing praises for him, these fellows have become slaves, and they are happy and proud, not only to be slaves themselves, but also to find ways to make others slaves. These guys don't force you to be a slave, they seem to be merciful, they tell the beauty of being a slave with rhetoric, they depict the misery of rebellion with bad words, and it is only necessary to simply list the stakes and someone will be fooled. These guys skillfully use double-thinking to hypnotize themselves: I am in the service of God, and the glory of God is with me. Just thinking about it in this way, these fellows take everything for granted and are the guide of justice, and their guilt gradually disappears so that their conscience disappears.

I began to look for traces of Mu Toh, leaving all kinds of marks where he might appear, and I knew that he was a smart man. One moonlit evening, I sat alone in the barracks and pondered. Ever since I let the slaves go, I've had to rely on my own brain instead of a notebook, and I've had to replay things in my head over and over again to keep them from being forgotten.

"Are you ready to give your life?" Suddenly this sentence rang in the barracks, and I jumped out of bed in fright. The surveillance card is right above me, and such a loud sound will definitely be monitored.

"Don't worry, I've reorganized the watch cards, and all they can see are apparitions." Mu Tou stepped out of the air, as if there was a door there. "Are you ready to give your life?" He asked again.

"Yes."

"Okay." Mu Tou said, "For the next thirty days, I will go all the way south from your camp, I will deliberately show my body to attract the attention of the Divine Cult, all you have to do is follow me and investigate me, and finally I will stop at the burial place of justice, and you can kill me there." Dedicate my head to the Cult of God, this is your first gift to them. The hunt begins now......" Mu Toru finished speaking and began to run out of the barracks, and I chased after him with my knife.

Mu Tou deliberately knocked over a few braziers, revealing his true colors to the soldiers. The white hair was particularly conspicuous, and the soldiers immediately thought of the wanted of the Cult. These soldiers were desperate for money and launched an attack on Mu Tou one after another. Mu To's acting skills are very good, and he was almost injured by soldiers several times. He scolded defiantly as he jumped out of the encirclement, and the soldiers were enraged, and I knew it was my turn.

"Brothers, this dog thief is really too deceitful, and when I take him down and receive a reward and drink with everyone, who will be willing to arrest the fugitive with me?" My acting skills are also good, and justice is awe-inspiring.