After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 197 - 63 Fear

The trial ended.

Not guilty.

This news spread throughout Cardilon, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief until the situation had completely calmed down.

If Mist had been found guilty, they also feared she would turn the false accusation into... fact, and then all of them might die.

"The Church of Blood’s money... it’s not easy to get," lamented a vagrant by the roadside, watching the passersby while taking a swig of cheap liquor.

Then he noticed a conspicuous presence, like a black dot on a sheet of white paper, radiating a strong sense of existence that made it impossible to overlook even if one wanted to.

As if she were the natural center of attention.

Human... no, rather than human, she seemed more like a puppet, only far too lifelike, which made her appear human.

Exquisite features, black hair cascading like a waterfall, and a long, formal dress as if attending a banquet as a princess.

She was holding a Sword Box, looking around.

"Excuse me, which way to the tribunal?"

"... Uh... that way." The vagrant hesitated, then pointed in the direction of the tribunal.

His expression was unnatural, afraid to look directly at such a refined girl, although he could feel... there was not a hint of emotion in the polite words she offered.

That wasn’t the so-called pride of nobility, but pure disregard.

"Is that so?" The puppet-like girl withdrew her gaze and walked toward the tribunal, as the vagrant scratched his head, letting out... a sigh of resignation.

Soon after, he heard a cautionary voice from the girl.

"Human, if you run and leave Cardilon now, you might survive; this is your only chance."

"..."

The vagrant fell silent for a moment, watching the girl’s retreating figure, falling into brief contemplation whether such an obviously significant young lady’s casual warning was worth heeding.

No... on second thought, was there any need for her to deceive him?

The answer was no.

Having realized this, without hesitation, the vagrant left the Cardilon Kingdom as fast as he could, not daring to linger for a moment.

Meanwhile.

Outside the tribunal.

Xi Mu looked up at the sun in the sky, thinking that if he went now on his mare to hunt down the God of Blood, he would probably encounter... a lucid God of Blood, still retaining mobility. But if he delayed for a few days, the situation would be completely different.

The God of Blood, given the concept of "death" by the Witch of Death, would be continuously led towards true death by the concept of "death."

To put it in an easy-to-understand way, it’s like the God of Blood was poisoned with the toxin of "death"; even though he didn’t die immediately, sooner or later he would die from the poison.

Of course, not every deity would be poisoned to death by the virulent "death", as the God of War had the power to endure it based on his state.

"Ahtal, are you sure you want to make an enemy of gods?" A gentle female voice came, and Xi Mu turned to see the Saint of Justice and Mist walking side by side, followed by Eden and Liliana.

"Be an enemy?" Xi Mu feigned contemplation, then answered with a smile, "I just want to rescue Michael, so he doesn’t have to suffer... humiliation."

He locked eyes with the Saint of Justice.

"If that’s wrong, then what is right?"

"Ordinary people wouldn’t dare to think the way you do." The Saint of Justice pursed her lips in a faint smile, observing Xi Mu’s earnest demeanor, "Do you want to become a Demon?"

A very natural question, as the geniuses of this world all have intense interest in transcending human limits and become beings beyond mankind.

And these individuals often possess tremendous pride, believing they can be equal to gods, and naturally, lack reverence for the deities.

Even though Ahtal’s intention was to save a friend, the fact that he dared to have such a thought also indicates a deep-seated arrogance in his heart, believing he could eventually reach a level equal to gods.

That’s why he could be so fearless.

"Yes, I want to become a Demon." Xi Mu didn’t shy away from admitting it, taking the Saint of Justice by surprise. She soon let out a resigned chuckle, "For a genius like you to have such thoughts... that’s too normal." Her hands crossed in front of her lower abdomen.

"I hope that even after you become a Demon, you’ll still maintain your current sense of justice."

"Being a genius doesn’t mean one can become... a Demon." Liliana’s murmuring came, drawing the eyes of everyone present to her.

"Don’t look at me like that, please." She brushed her bangs aside, explaining to everyone, "There have been so many geniuses throughout history, not all of them have become Demons."

"Discussing this is pointless." Xi Mu glanced at the puppet-like girl holding the Sword Box not far away, deliberately shifting the topic, "Since the matter is resolved, there’s no reason for us to stay in Cardilon."

"If possible, I would still hope that you could stay in Cardilon," the Saint of Justice sighed, offering a reminder.

"In the future, you may face more than just one deity."

"Wouldn’t that be extremely fortunate," Xi Mu replied with what seemed to be an anticipatory smile, leaving the Saint of Justice speechless.

Although the God of Blood didn’t have a good reputation among All Gods, he was still a deity. All Gods would not allow the God of Blood to actually be endangered, nor would they permit him to be offended by mortals.

To extricate Michael safely without angering the gods, that would be a true test of wisdom.

"Ahtal, I hope everything goes well for you," the Saint of Justice said with a mild smile. After bidding farewell to Ahtal and the others, she returned to the tribunal.