After get off work, I started speedrunning through the other world

Chapter 99 Lies turned into...truth

"..."

"..."

Mist raised her head and looked along the sound source, only to see a handsome knight in silver armor greeting her familiarly.

She was silent for a moment and asked:

"Why are you...here?"

"I heard you were in trouble." Ximu sat on the ground, glanced at the extinguished fire on the ground, and then flicked his fingers, and a spark flew out and landed on the fire.

The extinguished fire was rekindled.

The swaying firelight is reflected on the silver armor, giving people a warm and reliable feeling.

Mist crossed her arms with one hand and was silent for a moment.

"Colluding with cultists, committing... the crime of massacre, and there is suspicion of blasphemy."

"Aren't you looking for your brother?" Ximu asked doubtfully, and the little mare beside him also cast a doubtful look.

To this, Mist gave an answer: "After we parted, I went straight to find my brother, but when I was passing by the Kingdom of Cadilon, I was suddenly stopped by..."

Her voice was angry and cold.

"They said that I colluded with the cultists, carried out large-scale massacres in the Kingdom of Cadiron, and sacrificed my soul to the Witch of Death."

"..."

Ximu frowned and pretended to think for a moment.

Of course he knew that Mist had not committed mass murder, nor had she colluded with the Death Believers to perform soul sacrifices.

This is an obvious frame-up, a conspiracy specially designed to prevent Mister...from rescuing her brother.

Otherwise, if Mister really goes to the God of Blood and draws her sword to snatch her brother back, the gods will be embarrassed.

So Mist must stop until the God of Blood is completely healed and until Michael turns into a puff.

Only then could Mist leave.

"It's unjust." His tone was firm, and then he made a suggestion under Mist's gaze.

"Ignore them, just... leave the Kingdom of Cadilon and prioritize rescuing Michael."

"They won't let me leave." Mist shook her head, her cold voice containing uncontrollable anger.

"The Saint of the Church of Justice has used her power to cover the Kingdom of Cadilon. As long as I have no way to prove my innocence, I can only operate in the Kingdom of Cadilon until the Saint of the Church of Justice makes a...judgment."

"Do I have to prove my innocence?" Ximu looked thoughtful. He knew the ability of the Saint of Justice. It was the ability to impose punishments as long as one inference was "guilty". The punishments for different crimes were Also different.

During this period, the offender will be forcibly restricted in his or her activities and will not be given a chance to escape.

Unless Mist kills the Saint of Justice, but... attacking the judge will immediately trigger a "guilty" judgment.

And there are people protecting the Saint of Justice.

"They didn't care about my innocence from the beginning." Mister's voice was too calm. When she was trapped in the Kingdom of Cadilon, she knew that no matter how she defended herself, it would be useless.

Those who wronged her know better than she herself how wronged she is.

"How will you know if you don't try?" Ximu said, taking out the bread and milk from the ring, handing them to Mister, and said:

"Anyway, let's fill our stomachs first."

"...Thank you." Mist was stunned for a moment, looking at Akhtar's sincere and gentle smile, thinking of her brother.

But I feel different from my brother.

Ximu watched Mist eating the bread one bite after another, feeling that the other person was a bit like a little hamster. Paired with Mist's tall figure and awe-inspiring temperament, the contrast was unexpectedly cute.

And right now.

A sudden heat wave came, and the snow began to melt, as if a huge furnace was approaching.

Ximu's smile faded, and he looked towards the source of the heat source. He saw a young man about less than one meter tall, with red flames burning on his body.

The air began to twist and blur under the burning red flames.

"Hello, you're the... thief who stole the power of the dragon." The young man raised his hand to say hello, smiling brightly and calmly, "I'm sorry to disturb your tryst."

Upon seeing this, Mister stood up and planned to kill this ungrateful little dragon with a knife, although she might have seen that this little dragon was not here to cause trouble for her.

But she has now acquiesced that Akhtar's troubles are her troubles.

She stood up when she was framed as a cultist and provided her with clues to find her brother. She kept this kindness in her heart.

So when I saw someone making trouble for Akhtar, my first reaction was to draw my sword and repay Akhtar's kindness.

Compared to her brother's kindness and kindness, she is actually not a very gentle person. She only cares about her friends and family.

And there were threats against her friends and family.

Then you must respond with the sword.

"Let's fill our stomachs first." Ximu raised his hand and pressed Mist down. He didn't want Mist to kill the experience pack that came to his door.

The young man smiled when he saw this, stretched out his flaming palm and shook it, causing sparks to fly everywhere, "It doesn't matter, you all can come together."

"I'll deal with him, and find a way to clear your name at the same time." Ximu stood up on his knees, put the little mare into the ring, and then walked towards Cadilon.

The young man smiled when he saw this, and followed him without hesitation. He was not afraid of Akhtar, and even if he couldn't defeat him... he was sure to escape.

The two walked one behind the other for a certain distance.

Until a moment later.

Ximu's lips moved, and he chanted a spell, taking out the Great Sword of Death. His shadow moved, and a slim woman emerged, wrapped in black cloth.

His face could not be identified, but his breath was full of death threats.

"Kill him, and then bring the Great Sword of Death back to me." He handed the Great Sword of Death to the summoned black-robed woman.

He continued to walk towards the inner city of Cardillon.

"Hey... let a summon deal with me!" The boy became angry, his pupils turned into vertical pupils, and dragon scales appeared on his face.

"I was really underestimated!"

"..."

Ximu ignored him.

This little dragon made him lose the desire to fight, but he didn't plan to waste experience points, so using the summon to kill the little dragon was naturally the best choice.

The eighth of the ten shadow magics.

Miss Black Knife.

That was the most devout believer of the Witch of Death in the past, the sharp blade of the Witch of Death, and the deepest blessing of the Witch of Death. In theory, it could give the concept of death to the gods.

And such a being was summoned, and used the Great Sword of Death.

To deal with a...little dragon, the effect is crushing.

…

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"Roar, roar, roar!!!" The angry dragon roared, and after a moment it turned into fear. A red dragon flew into the sky and fled to the outside of the Kingdom of Kadiron in panic.

But in a moment, its head was cut off by a black crescent moon rising from the ground, and then its hands, feet, wings, tail, chest, etc. were cut off by the black crescent moons that shot out, and it was chopped into pieces in the sky.

The dragon body fell, and the scattered hot blood mixed with the burning flames of death fell like a sky fire, setting the hills of the outer city on fire.

The whole process was so fast that people couldn't come.

Step into the inner city.

Ximu stopped, and saw Miss Black Knife appear behind him as if teleporting, and handed the Great Sword of Death to him.

After taking back the Great Sword of Death, he lifted Miss Black Knife's summons.

"Oh my... so awesome, you are worthy of being the hero who seized the power of the dragon." A pleasant voice of praise came, and Ximu looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a girl in shorts walking towards her, with two slender white legs, a white bandage tied around her chest without any ups and downs, and a small dagger hanging around her waist.

It was obviously winter now, but she didn't seem to feel the cold at all.

"Hello, I'm a liar." The girl raised her hand and readily admitted that she was a liar, then came to Ximu and sniffed, and then showed a puzzled expression.

"Don't move." She put her hands on Ximu's shoulders, tiptoed to Ximu, and sniffed carefully.

Then she licked Ximu's face.

"..." Ximu touched his cheek, feeling the temperature and wetness of his cheek, and his expression became... subtle.

However, the girl didn't care about Ximu's reaction. She pinched her chin carefully, looked Ximu up and down, and smiled:

"Akhtar, do you want to believe in the Goddess of Lies?"

"No." Ximu refused coldly, pushed the girl in front of him away, and then walked into the inner city.

The girl didn't mind at all. She jumped up and caught up with Ximu, and came to Ximu to promote, "With your talent, you can definitely become the best believer of lies."

"I never lie." Ximu lied without changing his face, and the girl smiled even more brightly when she heard it, hugged Ximu's arm and begged.

"Would you like to join the Church of Lies? You really have a bright future."

Ximu: "..."

The person who was entangled at this time was a believer of the Goddess of Lies, who was very keen on preaching and had an abnormal obsession with players.

According to the official setting of the game, players are a group of natural liars, and the underlying logic of their actions is inconsistent with what normal people think... .

Whether it is saving the country or becoming an Shura, the starting point is not necessarily goodwill or malice.

No one knows what the players really think. This concealment and deception... is the potential of an excellent believer in the Goddess of Lies.

But.

"I am not interested in the Goddess of Lies." Ximu refused coldly, and the girl said pitifully:

"Why? The Goddess of Lies is very good to believers."

"I like mature goddesses." Ximu answered very seriously, "The Goddess of Lies... is too peaceful."

The girl was stunned.

But Ximu pushed the girl away and walked alone on the dilapidated street, leaving the girl alone in a daze.

After a while.

The girl lowered her head and looked at the clear and visible toes, and fell into a long silence. She didn't expect that the hero Akhtar was so vulgar that he actually determined the charm of the goddess by whether she was plump or not.

On the other side.

Ximu walked alone on the street, and all he saw were ragged, pale and thin civilians, and the street was full of garbage and excrement thrown away at random.

But this is already good. If it weren't for the massacre that happened here some time ago, which caused a significant drop in population density.

This place would be even dirtier.

And during this period, the Kingdom of Kadiron received assistance from the church, so basically everyone can eat enough and have an income.

Came to a bakery.

Under the watchful eyes of the store owner, Ximu took out a hundred gold coins and put them on the counter, and asked:

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." The aunt quickly put away the hundred gold coins, wiped her apron with her hands, and smiled respectfully.

During this period, many rich people came to Cardillon and provided food for the residents of Cardillon for free. In their eyes, they were just big fat sheep.

Unfortunately, they did not dare to attack the big fat sheep. These big fat sheep who came to Cardillon usually had strong strength.

Doing things recklessly would only bring trouble to oneself.

"Who is the person who started the massacre?" Ximu asked, and the aunt was slightly stunned when she heard it, and said without thinking:

"It was Miss."

"Did you see Miss kill people with your own eyes?" Ximu asked again, and the aunt nodded without thinking:

"Yes, I saw Miss kill people with my own eyes."

This is a lie.

In fact, she didn't even know who Miss was or what she looked like, but she knew one thing very clearly, no matter who asked... she had to answer that it was Miss who killed people.

"It's meaningless to ask this...." A pleasant laugh came, and Ximu looked towards the sound, only to see a girl with a bandage on her chest walking over.

She put her hands on her hips and said with a smile:

"In order to ensure the safety of Cardillon, everyone in this country is funded by the Blood Church. Everyone can have enough food and have a considerable income."

"And there is only one thing they have to do, that is to identify "Mist" as the murderer of the massacre."

At this point, she lifted the light red hair on her forehead.

"Of course, according to the Blood Church, it is for post-disaster assistance. For every family and individual hurt by Mist, a certain amount of financial assistance will be provided."

"Everyone in this country is a victim, and everyone has been hurt by Mist."

"Everyone will say... Mist is the murderer."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Ximu glanced at the aunt who received the money, and asked again: "Who is the murderer of the massacre? Did you really see Mist killing people?"

The aunt hesitated, looked at Ximu's indifferent eyes, and carefully analyzed the pros and cons. If she admitted that she had not seen Mist, not only would the Blood Church stop providing assistance, but someone would come to her door to cause trouble later.

She might not be able to open her bakery.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes...Mister killed people." She gritted her teeth and insisted that it was Mister who caused the massacre.

Ximu looked at the frightened aunt with a sharp gaze, then turned and walked out of the bakery, losing interest in talking.

The girl smiled when she saw this, followed Ximu's footsteps, and accompanied him to ask questions step by step, and the answers she got... were completely consistent.

The murderer of the massacre was Mister. If people asked in depth about Mister's appearance and the weapons she used, they began to hesitate.

Ten minutes later.

"Have you given up?" The girl looked at Akhtar, who was standing on the street and fell into silence, and her smile was as bright as ever.

"The person who started the massacre was Mister. Everyone pointed out that it was Mister. Even if it was a lie... it would become a fact."

"Even if you think Mister is not the murderer, it doesn't make sense."