When the demon's corpse was carried out, no matter whether it was a show, a first-class person, a hat, or a nail in the coffin, it was impossible to continue. In order to "avoid suspicion", the demon's corpse and "Sophia" were left in the port. To be precise, it should be a warehouse in the port that was vacated urgently. As the largest parish nearby, England still has "ropes", so Alice only needs to squat in the warehouse, so I can move freely with Seth.

It is not right to say that free activities are not right. At least Seth must first go to the prime minister to explain the situation. It said that this time the "task" has exceeded the scope of the "task", but no matter what, the task is completed, Seth's "kindness" has also been returned. As for what will happen in the future, what will happen after that.

However, Bergst welcomed us warmly, which also saved us from the trouble of finding a place to stay. It was not that we had no money to find a hotel, but that Seth had just refused the prime minister's invitation. If he went out, he would go to the hotel. Isn't this a bare slap in the face?

The Golden Lion did not encounter much trouble. He was ordered to go home and squatted, and the golden knights under his command were also ordered to squat in the military camp. However, no matter what, this is the best situation predicted in advance. As long as he is not arrested immediately and is labeled as a big hat, then as long as his family and military operations are below the operation of the military department, although he may lose some benefits, at least his life will be saved. Moreover, he is still a very capable person. Even if he encounters the worst situation next and is beaten to the end, his future recovery will not be completely hopeless.

"What? Are you bored?" Two days later, I found Seth on the roof who had been silently looking at the stars.

"No," Seth smiled, "I just don't know when it will be when the next time I see this kind of starry sky."

I understand what he meant. Because he returned favors, he became an important person in this matter. Similarly, Alice and I were too, but because of their identity, they dared not move, and because my words were too mysterious, they were not easy to move. Seth, regardless of his identity or his position in this matter, had a lot of people who wanted to move him and protect him. In short, they wanted to use him, not only in this incident, but also after this incident.

So Seth wants to leave, and he has to leave.

"Have you talked to Mr. Bergst?" I asked.

"No, but I think he understands it, otherwise he wouldn't let us live here," Seth said, then shifting the topic: "Last time you said that a true believer in this world can count it with two hands. Is this the truth or a lie?"

"Of course it's the truth," I said for granted, "and Alice will definitely agree with that."

"I would like to hear it." Seth said with interest. Well, I understand, you guy is a waste of money, but I am happy to answer all his questions

"Believers, what is a believer? Are those who believe in a certain religion the believer? I think most people will understand this way." I smiled and then changed the subject: "But, it is too narrow to say this. In our opinion, believers are divided into three types, the first type is believers who have something to ask. These believers believe in religion, but contribute their faith for their own purposes, whether it is to exempt diseases, disasters, pray for happiness in this life, happiness in the next life, or a good life after death. Although they don't think so on the surface, religion in their subconscious is just an equivalent exchange."

"Wait," Seth interrupted, "You said, if you ask for something, does the comfort of the soul come down to this list?"

"That's right, for example, a religious butcher, a poor man who believes that he can change his destiny in the next life." I nodded and continued: "The second type is non-believers. They do not believe in religion at all, but make others believe in religion, because this can bring benefits to themselves. The main force of such people is officials of various sects. They also regard religion as a tool, but this utilization is more thorough."

"Yeah, I understand this." Seth nodded, "As far as I know, there are many diocese leaders who should go to hell. I wonder why they are not afraid. I originally thought they might be Connerist, but after you say that, if they don't believe in heaven and hell, it will make sense."

"You look down on them too highly," I said with a smile. "At least Conneris is for the benefit of his own power, but they are just for themselves. If Conneris can return to hell this time, although he fails, he will still receive some rewards - of course, these rewards are not so easy to accept, and those people, whether they end up in heaven or hell, will definitely understand the meaning of the four words "repentance."

Seth nodded as if he had some clarity.

"And the third type is what I call true believers." I continued, "they believe in heaven, hell, or other religions, but they have no desires. They just confirm the correctness of the doctrines they have identified and practice them in their own way, whether good, evil, or neutral. This is not about seeking peace of mind or anything else, it is just the path of life they choose."

"Does this kind of person really exist?" Seth asked.

"Of course there exists." I said with certainty, "but it is difficult for believers like heaven and hell to have strong good and evil. Generally, there are more neutral sects, such as the lonely druids. They have no worries and are just to carry out the doctrine, but such people often do not die well."

Of course, you cannot die easily. Even if you are alone, how can you not conflict with your interests? If there is a conflict, either you give up the position of a pure believer or be martyred with your own martyr. Wouldn’t it be martyrful to die well?

"Well, I believe, you are the devil, and Alice is the angel." After a moment of silence, Seth suddenly sighed, "But... can you tell me the truth? Have we... seen it before?"

Did you finally ask? I looked at Seth, fighting in my heart, but I didn't stop saying: "I said, what does your words that seem to be awkward to chat with me mean?"

"Don't pretend to be confused with me!" Seth suddenly felt a little irritated. He took a deep breath, gradually calmed down and continued, "I don't know either. It's like a feeling. We... have met a long time ago, not only you, but Alice, and our relationship... seems... very close..."

"If I say, I don't know if Alice and I were your wife in a few lifetimes, would you believe it?" I gritted my teeth and finally said this.

"real?"

"real."

"Really true?"

"Really."

"Really really?"

"Are you annoyed?" This time it was my turn to be a little irritable.

"What an impactful answer." Seth was still surprised, and he said awkwardly: "So, what I feel about you... that is,... you... didn't use any... spells to me?"

"In your eyes, are we such a cheap person?" I asked.

"Eh...sorry..." Seth touched his nose awkwardly, then asked as if he changed the subject: "Can you tell me... my life?"

"Yes." Anyway, one sheep is raised and two sheep are also raised. All that is said, so there is nothing to keep in mind.

"...This is my last memory. As for Alice, I think she should be similar to me, and I won't know after that." It took me more than an hour and the moon was approaching the sky before I finished telling this story.

"It sounds like me," Seth touched his chin, "But, am I that powerful?"

"Some." I nodded with certainty.

"So, why are you here this time? Is it still for me?" Seth asked easily.

"I don't know." I whispered.

A cold situation.

"Hey, let me ask, my life is actually a task for you." After a long time, Seth suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah." I hummed low.

"Crazy--"

"Bang--!"

Seth suddenly burst out, and without my reaction, I pushed me down, rode on my body, and pressed my neck with both hands. Through the moonlight, I could see Seth's face, which was a calm, even cold face, but the flames of hell were burning in his eyes.

I didn't move, and my subconscious struggle was controlled by me. Even though Seth's hands were slowly tightening, I was still looking at him calmly.

Because I understand him.

So, even if he strangled me to death like this, I would not resist, and at the same time I would not forgive him - after all, there is no forgiveness without blame.

"I'm sorry..." After a while, just as I was about to be unable to control my instinctive struggle, Seth suddenly relaxed her hands. In my blurry eyes, she could see a trace of weakness suddenly appeared on Seth's face.

"Don't say anything, comfort me?" Seth said softly, gently stroked the bruises on my neck.

"I don't think I need to say anything." I said calmly in a hoarse voice.

"Don't you believe I will really strangle you?" I obviously felt Seth's hand pausing.

"Faith, but that doesn't matter." I continued to answer calmly.

"Why don't you lie to me? Don't the devil like to lie?" Seth suddenly smiled and asked me with his head tilted.

"Why am I lying to you? Do the devil have to lie?" I also smiled and asked with a smile.

"You are such a devil."

"Thank you for the compliment."
Chapter completed!