Chapter 167
Ignoring the distance, disregarding the formation, and even unable to find the person or the sealed object behind it?
Moreover, besides her, there was another judge who had encountered the same cursed rules?
The Goddess of Salvation Church and Dedton Manor had almost no connection; their last collaboration was merely due to the recent commotion in Boren City.
Rules that go against one’s will... a terrifying intensity of misfortune... others who share the same fate...
Tara vaguely remembered reading a similar description in some scripture, but she needed to return to the library of the Holy Ascendancy to confirm...
Just as Tara was about to leave, the wooden door was knocked on again.
Knock, knock, knock—
“Open the door, Judgment Hall.”
Taka: “?”
Lucy: “?”
Tara’s heart tightened slightly, while Lucy looked at Tara with a dazed expression, her previous despair momentarily replaced by confusion.
Another one?
Is this never-ending?
Outside the door, Xia Er furrowed her brows slightly.
Why is there such a strong smell of blood coming from inside?
Could it be that she had inadvertently triggered the curse rules and killed Lucy?
Xia Er reached out and twisted the doorknob. When she pushed the door open, she was momentarily stunned.
On the floor lay a male corpse in a pool of blood. Following the blood trail, she saw two figures sitting opposite each other by the sofa.
One, looking utterly defeated, was Lucy, while the other, sitting across from her, was a supernatural being dressed in the same Judgment Hall attire as herself.
Oh no, did I really stumble into the Judgment Hall?
Xia Er took a step back, her shadow behind her shifting, becoming alert.
But the white-haired loli in the Judgment Hall attire, after seeing Xia Er freeze for a moment, immediately stood up and ran towards her.
“Lady Xia Er~ Gu Si missed you so much!”
Tara leaped over the corpse and lunged toward Xia Er, wrapping her arms around Xia Er’s waist, catching her off guard.
Oh, Mother Goddess, forgive me! This is just to disguise my identity!!!
Tara buried her head against Xia Er, rubbing against her until Xia Er finally reacted and pushed her away. Only then did Tara’s face show a mix of satisfaction and subtle disappointment.
At this moment, Xia Er also realized that the loli in front of her was Tara.
After all, their sizes were similar, and their levels of eccentricity were not far apart.
Sometimes Xia Er began to wonder if everyone from the Holy Ascendancy was this peculiar—either shoe-licking or hugging.
“How’s the investigation going?” Xia Er asked Tara, casually closing the door behind her.
Lucy stared at Xia Er’s face in terror, as if she had seen a monster.
It wasn’t until Xia Er’s gaze fell on her that Lucy, trembling, managed to ask, “Your Excellency... did you roll two heads?”
What incredible luck! The probability of a “lucky coin” isn’t fixed; getting one head and one tail is the high-probability event.
“Two tails,” Xia Er replied with a smile.
“Please leave the manor! No! Please let me leave Dedton Manor! I voluntarily wish to leave Dedton Manor!!!”
Having clung to Dedton Manor for nearly a month and a half, and having exhausted nearly all her energy today, Lucy shouted in despair.
“Don’t worry, I’m here to take you away,” Xia Er said.
Several shadows emerged from behind Xia Er, and she continued, “Our misfortunes are connected; you can’t escape.”
“Instead of thinking about how to evade, you might as well consider how to fight back.”
What bad luck!!! This is the worst day ever!!!
Tara nearly collapsed from the weight of despair, her face a mask of hopelessness.
Today was undoubtedly her most unfortunate and desperate day, without exception.
Chapter 110: The Catastrophic Cage.
On the outskirts of Boren City, under the torrential rain, Lucy, wearing a straw hat, trudged toward the city.
On either side of her, two figures cloaked in black followed her, one on the left and one on the right.
A gust of wind blew, and Lucy’s straw hat was whisked away. She reached up to adjust the brim, but her hand met only air.
The flying hat felt like the last straw that broke Lucy’s back. She stopped and looked up at the swirling clouds in the sky.
Raindrops the size of beans splattered on her face, sliding down her cheeks, making it impossible to tell whether it was rain or tears.
“Let’s go, we’re almost there,” Tara said, stepping in front of Lucy before Xia Er could.
“I told you to bring an umbrella, but you didn’t believe me.”
Lucy stiffly turned her head to look at Tara, whose clothes were tattered with several holes. After a moment of silence, she replied, “If I had brought an umbrella, that lightning would have struck me instead, right?”
“This isn’t ordinary lightning,” Tara said, her expression serious. She glanced at Xia Er and said earnestly, “This is... a test from the Goddess.”
Lucy: “Then when the lightning strikes me, can you help me pass the test?”
Tara: “No.”
Lucy sighed and continued walking.
Her current state was so poor that she couldn’t possibly resist the two Judgment Hall members in front of her.
Let alone her, even if all the investigators from various factions in Dedton Manor were tied together, they might not be able to take on these two calamities.
After all, most of them were first-tier and ordinary personnel.
In fact, even if she wanted to resist, even in her current injured state, two second-tier supernaturals wouldn’t be able to hold her back.
The main reason was that before she left, she had done a tarot reading.
Although she only used the simplest single-card spread, the card she drew urged her to keep pace with the two.
The Wheel of Fortune.
This card indicated that although the situation seemed dire, the wheel of fate was turning, and there would be opportunities for improvement.
The problem Lucy faced at this moment was also interpreted by this card.
—It was not a situation of despair and helplessness; a change in luck could bring new hope and fortune.
Lucy’s steps gradually slowed as she followed the judge named “Tara,” trying to keep her distance from the red-haired girl. She lowered her head and began to think.
What could possibly change her luck?
The “lucky coin” was of no use now.
She had already used both of her chances for the day, and there was still some time before they refreshed, so her change in luck must not come from the “lucky coin.”
Three supernaturals shrouded in cursed rules, gathering together...
Could her moment of fortune be here?
Regardless, she had to observe carefully...
At this moment, Tara, walking in front of Lucy, gradually moved closer to Xia Er.
Due to the heavy rain, the raindrops hitting her hood made a pattering sound, and with the thunder, it was nearly impossible to hear anything if they were too far apart.
Yes, this was just to ensure that the Mother Goddess could hear my words clearly.
When speaking to a deity, one must not be vague.
She tiptoed and leaned closer to Xia Er’s cheek, saying, “M... may I call you Lady Xia Er directly?”
“Mm.”
Xia Er nodded.
The cold rain of the night made Tara’s breath feel particularly warm. Whether it was Xia Er’s imagination or not, she sensed that Tara’s breathing was becoming heavier.
Just as Xia Er felt a bit uncomfortable and was about to push Tara away, Tara’s next words made Xia Er’s raised hand freeze in place.
“Lady Xia Er... regarding the cursed rules Lucy mentioned, after my investigation, I do have a faint impression... it seems to have been mentioned in some ancient text or scripture, but it’s been so long that I can’t recall it clearly…”
At this point, Tara showed an apologetic expression and said, “I’m very sorry, Lady Xia Er, but I may not be able to provide you with an answer before midnight... Please forgive my lack of knowledge…”
“To make up for my shortcomings, I’m willing to offer everything, including every inch of my flesh, just so my soul can reach your divine realm…”
Tara’s voice was filled with self-reproach, as if she were lamenting why she hadn’t remembered the content of the book back then, and she was ready to sacrifice herself to Xia Er at the slightest provocation.
At this moment, Xia Er, upon hearing Tara’s words, was also somewhat surprised.
There are actually records of the cursed rules?
Originally, Xia Er had only intended to let Tara take a chance, but she hadn’t expected the knowledgeable Tara to actually have some insights...
It’s just a pity that Tara herself couldn’t recall the specific content. If Xia Er truly wanted to know, they would have to return to the secret monastery of the Holy Ascendancy.
“Let’s talk about it later,” Xia Er replied calmly.
“Understood, Lady Xia Er.”
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