Adel paused visibly, perhaps he didn't expect Afra to ask the question: "If you mean the sin I have to bear," the priest of Rosada replied quite kindly to the almost malicious question: "No, I have never forgotten, and I have never thought I could get rid of it—it will be forever, even if I return to the feet of the god of morning light, prostrate on the ground, the shackles of my soul will not disappear." ”

"But you don't seem bothered by this," said Afra earnestly, "I mean, did you hesitate when you took the lives of others, or other intelligent beings?"

"If I do that," said Adair, "then there must be an unforgivable sin." ”

"Is there no possibility of salvation worthy of redemption, or the punishment is greater than the sin committed......

"Perhaps," said Adair, "but this judgment is not made by us, but by a higher and more unseemless being." ”

"Are there no innocent people? I mean, sometimes, you don't mean it, but you still have tragic consequences," said Afra, "do you feel remorse and pain for this?"

"I can't say nothing," he said gently, "but they will always be compensated, and I will stagger forward with my sins." ”

Afra shook her head slightly, obviously not satisfying with this answer, "Have you ever thought about ending your own life, without the forgiveness of the God of Dawn, or deliberately putting down your sword when facing an enemy?"

"No," replied Adair quickly this time, "there is no god who would be glad to see his followers give up their lives easily, for every soul has a value for them." ”

"Faith. Afra hit the nail on the head.

"Yes...... Let's put it this way," said Adelle, a little helplessly, "and what the gods expect from people, and what they give, and the fact that they end their lives without permission will not be rewarded by the gods. ”

"Believers are possessions," murmured Afra, "every god has his own—just as a man raises livestock, and if he is not sacrificed for the sake of the god, then whatever he is for, he will be rejected for whatever it is, because it is a useless consumption." ”

After an awkward silence, Afra rose from her chair, "Thank you very much, priest of Rosada, though I still have questions...... But I seem to have already touched the answer to the most critical question. ”

I'd like to know what you've been answered, Adair felt as if he had made a mistake, but he had to get up and send Afra out of his room.

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The lich did not immediately return to the surface of consciousness, and after his conversation with the other soul was over, he suddenly felt an unbearable boredom, the warm hallucinations that had been torn apart by the sudden lucidity, and he had to contend with the other soul, the scaffold, or barrier, that had been built up by consciousness and law for more than thirty years, starting from infancy—in that weak plane, killing was a thing that almost disappeared from mortals, a ...... It can be cruel and terrible, and even though they know that death is inevitable in order to curb evil deeds, they are still so fearful and disgusted that they can say that they do everything possible to ignore and avoid everything that is associated with it...... But in the Lich plane, whether in the endless abyss of demons and demons, or in the pinnacle of supreme light, or in the wastelands and cities of the main material plane, killing has always been as common as light and darkness.

Humans and human nations, cities and towns are always at war with each other, the final whereabouts of all the daggers of the evil believers are always embedded in the chest of some good guardian, and the knights and white-robed men who profess righteousness, when they preach their doctrine, are not just their tongues, but more of their broadswords and maces, and even like Ilmoth, the god of suffering and weeping, and his priests are not afraid to play the role of thieves and assassins— Even the elves, when faced with darkness, are more accustomed to putting arrows that glitter with magical light on their longbows - the death of the body, the dissipation of the soul to solve the problem, it can almost be said that this plane is deeply ingrained.

The former immortal was frustrated that he could not use the power, money, and love that humans coveted to tempt another soul in his body, and his obsession with it—its plane, its home, and its loved ones—could it be that a human whose life was as short as a mosquito, whose appearance and talents could only be described as mediocre, powerless, and powerless, who could not ask for anything but to live peacefully with his family, would he be better than the king of another world or a powerful warlock? While the Lich never thought it would keep its promise (if they could succeed), wouldn't that make it hesitate to make a choice?

Now he had to thank him for letting him ...... Uncomfortable obstacles, the soul from another plane still hates killing, perhaps naïve, it once thought that it could return to its plane as "itself", and after its memory gradually became complete, it also seemed to realize that this idea was completely non-existent - in this plane of magic, gods and abyssal creatures, its concession would only bring death, no, as atonement lichs, they would only disappear silently for a moment, and there might not be even a flash of light, not a single wail.

The Lich has given it the choice of whether to die by adhering to the moral framework that had been built in another plane decades ago, or to abandon the previous norms and live as a life on its own plane - if it wants to return to its plane, to its home, then it is doomed that it will not be the same human it was, as Edair had envisioned, it will be a monster, and perhaps it will still have a little cleanliness in its heart, but when the time comes...... No one knows what it will become.

Moreover, the former undead told it very clearly, because there had never been a relationship with the Lich of Atonement before them, and even he did not know if their souls would really be shattered as they thought they would be after they were gone—and worse, its souls would be stripped and dissected, and the gods, the demons, the devils, and even the humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, giants, orcs, etc., would be eager to discover this unknown plane—a plane so rich and so weak...... Those humans are even foolishly, constantly sending out signals to beg different beings to favor their territory......

Not only those evil and despicable beings, but even the good gods such as Tyre, Rosada, Suren, and Ilmut will also go crazy for the deep power of faith stored in that plane, that is a whole seven billion people, without faith, pan-faith, or hypocrisy, even if there are pious believers, because there is no relationship with the gods, these precious faith powers can only be scattered in vain in the air- It is no exaggeration to say that if a lowly deity can gain the faith of these people, it is not known that he will become a powerful deity. And for those orcs, giants, and monsters, those humans who are peaceful and have no sense of precaution are the delicious dishes on the table, as for the human ...... Humans here are also full of greed, and the memories searched by the lich show that there is also a so-called "science" in that plane, and humans can use it to create weapons that can destroy entire cities in an instant, but in the beginning, the concept of magic and magic was limited to the comics, and humans were afraid that they would suffer a huge blow, especially civilians.

The love of another soul for its home, its plane, became the Lich's weapon, like a blade piercing its feet, and it could not take a step back even if it was bloody, not only for it, but for all the people it had ever loved...... The key to whether or not it will face the ravages of this horrific and massive multi-faceted invasion - there is no way back.

But such a change must be painful—the lich said to himself, and he held out his hand, then took it back, and let it spend the last quiet time in peace.

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Kerryben's hand stroked the door, and the closed door opened silently, the elf had done this when he was a ranger - and at that time, he had come to give death to someone, he remembered it very well, or rather, the elves remembered very well every life that died at their own hands, even the old and weak that the orcs used to reduce their strength - and that time, the other party was also a spellcaster, an evil mage.

To the elf's grief, there was not even a spell trap in the room that many spellcasters would have set up, and there was no warning, and he walked unhindered to Cremar's side, and the black-haired dragonborn lay peacefully on the bed, with only a gray-white blanket on his body, and his robe and cloak hung on the chair beside the bed, and even the drapery that hung down from above was not raised, and the elf could clearly see his sleeping face, so calm, like an innocent baby.

But at this moment, all the elf could think of was the evil mage, at that time, he was also lying on his back on the cold stone floor, his eyes were fixed on the elf, there was anger, there was also hatred, and there was a trace of luck, he thought that his runes would make the elf ranger seriously injured and even killed, at least he could escape, but the elf's "starlight" put an end to his delusion, and Kerry nailed him to the ground, watching him swallow the last breath unwillingly.

He recalled, looking down, and for a moment, he jumped almost in horror to himself—for he saw that the mage's face overlapped with Cremar, something that hadn't happened to him when he knew that Cremar was a lich of atonement, and he took a step back, his fingers clenched together, as if he would pull out the "starlight" and stab the black-haired Dragonborn in the chest if he didn't.

The elf's suppressed exclamations and footsteps were as light as the rising warm currents of a moth through the flames, but they had already awakened Cremar, and his figure suddenly blurred, and then appeared in another corner of the room, but when he saw Kerryben, his whole body was visibly relaxed, but unlike before, Kerry could have sensed his uneasiness.

He didn't realize that Kerry blamed himself, and that after being pointed out by Afra, what he had deliberately overlooked was as vivid as the starlight in the darkness, and although it was the same body, this one was so different from the other that it was so close to despair, but it was not ...... The former undead would have, and while the latter also had amazing willpower, he would never look at others with such eyes.

The Otherworldly Soul didn't know that it had been thrown away by Afra, and after a moment's hesitation, it smiled, "Is it morning?" it asked, looking out the window, Kerry wasn't a person who would rush into someone's room, was it already noon, or afternoon? Thinking of this, the soul of the other world wanted to raise his hand and cover his face, this kind of childlike behavior it hadn't done in twenty years, especially after coming here, this body did not crave sleep, such as sleepless memory spells, transcribing scrolls, or reading scrolls, whether it was it or its cohabitants, it had done it, but before, it did ...... Desperately indulging in a long, sad dream that rightfully pained it, it couldn't break free from it until it vaguely sensed the visitor's arrival.

"The morning prayer hasn't started yet," Kerribben whispered, "I'm just here...... Look at you. ”

"Ah," said the otherworldly spirit, "I'm fine." ”

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Somme's affairs soon subsided, and as the priest of Ilmort, the respect that Ugly Chicken received would not allow her to be rudely detained, and when she re-embarked on the road, the morning light gently poured down on her, bringing her warmth and light that the night could not give.

Somme's affairs are not as indifferent as she appears, Somme's hatred and death still make the ugly chicken feel a trace of helplessness and pain, but this is not the first time, so Somme's behavior did not surprise her too much, as a mortal, Som can only do a limited amount of things - he can only hire a thief to assassinate her, and take matters into his own hands when the former is attempted.

Some people will try to kill the ugly chicken or alarm their "master" even before they have fled the Wuthering Plains or orc territory, and the ugly chicken can't understand what they think, but there is always only one way to deal with it.

She was cursed to lose the person she loved most, and then, as if the curse had been fulfilled, she lost her second love. Since then, she has never accepted anyone else, and even though Ilmot's favor has kept her young and healthy, everything about the ugly chicken has belonged to her hatred and gods, not love.