"My question is, in the real history, shouldn't one of the three be chosen to kill? I believe everything is logical, and this happened in a church. Although the statue is broken, But I noticed that the dust-covered holy symbol on the pedestal of the idol is intact, which must not be simple."
"Yes, the original history actually had some interesting things happen."
Mr. Augustus admitted:
"Specifically, these three people appeared here at the same time due to a coincidence, and they were all on the verge of dying. The god enshrined in this church noticed this and decided to do something. He chose a villain from the three to kill, Then give the other two a whole new life."
"Is that so..."
Jenkins sighed, turning to look at the three men by the campfire. The crackling flames danced, and the resulting shadows blurred the faces of the three. He tried to distinguish the holy emblem on the base of the statue, but he couldn't see it clearly.
"Since it makes sense, then..."
He doesn't like to decide the life and death of others by his own decision, he usually only decides the life and death of those who have enemies with him. Jenkins knows that he is not a fair saint, he can't really judge whether a person is evil, let alone find the worst one among a group of villains.
But the current situation is not real, it is just a multiple-choice question looking back at history. Although he does not know the intention of the questioner, he is still willing to give his own answer:
"Then I think it's him who shouldn't be kept."
He pointed to the old man who was nearly fifty years old.
"Why? Because he killed his parents?"
Mr. Augustus asked.
"This is only part of the reason, and more importantly, he himself is willing to die. I look down on those who commit suicide, but he did not commit suicide, but faced death calmly. He is not afraid of death, and believes that This death is what I deserve, so among the three people who should have died, letting him go is the most reasonable choice for me... Of course, I actually think what he did is the worst."
"that is it?"
asked Mr. Augustus. .
"Yes, that's all."
Jenkins nodded, acknowledging that he had all the answers.
Mr. Augustus nodded slowly when he saw this, and then looked at everything around the campfire in silence with Jenkins.
The half-section of the statue standing crookedly on the edge of the fire gradually changed from solid to illusory. When the idol completely disappeared, the holy emblem on the base of the idol was dusted off, and it became shiny under the firelight.
A man whose face could not be seen clearly, wearing a black robe similar to that of Mr. Augustus, came out from the darkness behind the statue. His whole body was covered under the black robe, and there was even reason to suspect that there was nothing under the black robe, and what was walking was actually the robe itself.
The mysterious man bent down in front of the three of them one by one, as if asking and listening. After a while, he quietly walked to the campfire, and stretched out a hand towards the flame.
There are actually no hands emerging from under the robe, only the robe is held up.
The campfire was extinguished, and darkness enveloped the place, but it lasted less than a second before the flames rose again to illuminate the ruins of the church. The mysterious man disappeared, and the nearly fifty-year-old man no longer coughed because he had died.
The middle-aged man who was stabbed in the chest by the sharp knife stood up, and the scar on his chest had disappeared. He picked up the blood-stained coat on the ground, pulled out the old luggage from the ruins beside him, and walked silently into the dark distance.
The young man who lost his legs stood up, he was no longer disabled. He patted the dust off his body, picked up the backpack he was relying on as a pillow, took out a piece of black bread-like thing from it and placed it next to the corpse, and then disappeared in great strides at the bright edge of the campfire.
"Same choice?"
After both of them disappeared, Jenkins asked.
"Yes, same choice."
Mr. Augustus replied:
"Although the reasons are different, the choice is the same. This is not a question with a fixed answer, Jenkins, what you said makes sense, so this strange situation can end."
"So can I go back now?"
No matter how you think about it, it is impossible.
"No, please wait a moment, the great one has given you a gift."
Speaking of which, Mr. Augustus pulled up his hood and returned to the appearance when he first appeared. He hid his face in the shadows under the hood, and whispered a prayer.
The drowsy cat on the shoulder suddenly let out a cry, and turned to look at the location of the holy emblem on the base of the statue. Jenkins also turned his head to look over there, and saw the holy emblem with unrecognizable patterns glowing slightly.
At the same time as the eyes focused on it, a bright golden light suddenly shot out from the center of the holy emblem. The body of that golden light was a miniature golden scale, which stopped firmly in front of Jenkins, turning Jenkins' face and chocolate hair into golden yellow.
"This is… "
The part of his soul that represented the essence of the gods faintly resonated, causing his body to start to glow as well. Jenkins immediately understood what was in front of him:
"Position: Judge of Death!"
Instead of being surprised, he took a step back as if seeing a steam bomb that was about to explode. He looked around vigilantly, vaguely feeling that someone was watching him from that far away.
"Why?"
He asked, and Mr. Augustus, who had already put on the hood behind him, answered immediately, but Jenkins was not sure whether it was himself who spoke at this time:
"Your soul is close to death, and the power of lies you possess can allow you to judge the lies of the dead. You yourself meet the requirements of this priesthood, yes, no one is more suitable than you. This strange situation , is just a small test for this."
The intonation of the voice was very strange, not Mr. Augustus's usual way of pronouncing it. This way of speaking is very elegant, but the small trill at the end of each sentence makes Jenkins a little uncomfortable.
"I meet the requirements of this priesthood, but it doesn't mean that the priesthood must belong to me. The great one..."
He probably guessed what was going on now.
"Great one, after this wonderful test, you gave me such a heavy gift, I think you must have asked for me."
Jenkins dared to accept only gifts with a marked price.
"What happened just now is a reenactment of an ancient story. In that era, the god who controlled the priesthood of death conducted a good trial within the scope of his functions. Although the decision made by this trial is correct, only Only those who are suitable for this priesthood can give a relatively reasonable account according to their heart. This priesthood is what you deserve, God of Lies... But you are right, the gift does have a price."