God forbids me to fall in love

People with insufficient mental capacity may not be able to face the impact of those two corpses.

Moen was considered a person who had experienced strong winds and waves, and he didn't dare to look closely at the lame man who was smashed into a pulp.

Both the lame man's upper body and Father Griffin's lower body were crushed by the tree, and the tree, which didn't look too thick, actually seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

The bad guys were punished, and it was cruel, even far beyond the punishment for their crimes.

But the bad thing is that in today's world, it is reasonable for sinners to be punished by laws and rules.

Even if the god himself joins human society, he cannot become a dictatorial judge.

Unless he wants to break the order that people have worked so hard to build and maintain.

"It's over, this time we are the ones breaking the rules." Moen said with a pale face.

Originally, he could justly and confidently expose Griffin's secret, and Griffin is the one who needs to be dealt with by the rules.

But no matter how Griffin committed crimes, the final result was that he and his assistant died tragically under the hands of Moen.

Although the attack of the trees can be called a natural disaster, the fatal flaws of the knife on the two corpses can still be detected.

Unless a second tree falls and smashes the rest of their bodies - this is impossible to happen, and Moen will not have such a cruel idea.

Even if it was for self-preservation for defensive purposes, he and Velede became murderers.

Of course, Moen didn't mean to complain at all that Velede had struck too hard.

The other party shot to save him, and if he dared to have such an idea, he would be sorry for the life he picked up.

Velede's reaction seemed to have become a lot more sluggish, he asked slowly: "Who can define the rules?"

"Most people." Moen thought a lot in just 2 minutes, he lowered his head and sighed, "I'm so useless, you can even create rules for me, but I can't even reverse them for you Can't do it. Then..."

Looking back on the past, it seems that he always passively fell into the swamp in order to keep the wonderful sense of camp, morality, and dignity in his heart.

He failed to resist when he was sent to the fire as a scapegoat by the Holy See. This time he really "committed a crime", will the ending be the same, or will it be worse?

Moen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes became brighter and firmer.

"Then, let's run away." Moen stepped forward and held Velede's hand tightly.

Velede's palm is still cold, but he seems to be able to draw a steady stream of temperature and energy from it.

"Always waiting for arrangements, and occasionally wanting to rebel," Moen said.

Although the memory of several lifetimes has been awakened, it is still impossible to discern the way forward, but in the future that cannot be grasped or seen clearly...

Velede is his lighthouse.

……

The thunder that made people panic in their hearts finally stopped.

Zorman pulled down the quilt covering his head, quietly looked at the window that had been covered by the curtain, guessing that the rainstorm would probably not fall.

He turned over, closed his eyes and prepared to go back to sleep.

Zolman has been a butler at Squire Manor for 20 years.

He's been serving it since he was a frivolous young brat.

He witnessed the successive deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Squire, how Young Master Moen grew up in his lonely childhood, and how he gradually became a gentle and polite gentleman reserve.

Without too much guidance and education from others, Moen has been the most sensible kid in the neighborhood since he was a child, and the most obedient boy in the class in school, and he can never find fault with him.

So Zorman was shocked when he was woken up by knocking on the door from Moen, who had just woken up from his sleep and tossed and turned because of the astonishing thunder.

—At first, he thought he was dreaming.

Moen should be in the school dormitory.

Zorman sat up with his eyes wide open.

So who is that familiar voice outside the gate?

"Mr. Housekeeper! Please come out and open the door for us!"

Zorman's butler's room was right at the entrance on the first floor, and he could hear the cry very clearly.

He didn't hesitate anymore, put on his clothes and pants in a panic, and walked out with the night light in hand.

"Mr. Moen?! Is it you? How could you..." He hurriedly opened the door, and took two steps back in shock when he saw two people outside.

There were fences and iron fences around the manor, and it was obvious that Moen had climbed over them with this unfriendly-looking stranger, skipping school late at night on weekdays, and returned home in a state of embarrassment.

—How could the well-behaved Moen do such rebellious and unscrupulous things?

Zorman subconsciously pinched the flesh on his arm, it hurts, it's real, it's not a dream.

"Sorry, I've encountered some situations. I'll go in first and explain to you slowly." Moen panted calmly, and lit the candles in the hall.

Under the candlelight, Zorman saw bloodstains on Moen and another person.

It didn't look like they were injured, those blood spots were obviously splashed by others.

He was short of breath all of a sudden, almost out of breath, just holding on to the handle of the stairs on one side, before he could stabilize, he heard Moen say something even more unacceptable to him

"Housekeeper... No, Mr. Zolman, you have been fired." Moen had a serious face, his voice was a little floating and trembling due to the exhaustion of physical strength, but his tone was firm with no room for maneuver, "The Squire family Half of all the wealth—as compensation to you. If you don't mind, this manor is also in your name, but it may be a little troublesome."

He made up his mind, and the remaining half-reserved for him and Willed to use for their desperation.

"...You, what are you talking about?" Zorman shook his voice, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

"Sorry, I'm going to run away, and I don't want you to be implicated in any way because of me. Someone will probably come to your door in the next few days. If possible, sell the manor. The wealth is enough for you to have no worries for the rest of your life." Moen said. Apologizing, he pursed his lips and continued, "I killed someone."

Zorman seemed to have lost the strength to ask questions, his lips moved twice, but nothing came out.

The whole person sat on the ground, motionless.

Moen had never had such a bold idea - to kill and escape.

Naturally, it is impossible to have any experience and experience.

He was also very anxious, so he stopped explaining to Zorman, and wanted to take Velede to his room, and the two of them packed up their belongings and ran away overnight.

"Valed..." He turned his head, only to find that Veled's state was very strange.

His originally pale cheeks were now slightly flushed, and it could not be because of the heat, because the fingers held by Moen were as cold as ice.

His brows were furrowed and his eyes became blurred, as if he had a fever.

Moen's heart sank, and he raised his hand to touch Willad's forehead.

Very hot, hot to exceed the highest possible temperature of the human body.

If normal human beings are burned like this, even if they don't die, they can't escape the fate of their brains being broken.

No wonder Velede didn't speak on the way, he must be very uncomfortable.

"No, we can't leave tonight. Willad, are you okay?"

Moen hated himself for not noticing Velede's abnormality in time. He grabbed the man's arm and wanted to take Velede to the nearest room to lie down.

Velede didn't answer, and was dragged by Moen like a lamb at the slaughter - obediently.

Moen was at a loss and pushed the man onto the bed. He didn't know whether he should go to the doctor or not.

Velede was human but not human, never able to discern what would work for him without causing trouble.

"We'll start running for our lives when you get better." Moen tried his best to conceal his inner panic, and was going to rummage around for some alcohol to physically cool down Velede.

It is impossible for the church to find him so quickly, he comforted himself in his heart.

"...Where are you going? Kill anyone who makes trouble."

Willed spoke suddenly, and said the first words after he arrived at the manor.

He was lying on the bed, looking at Moen with red eyes, speaking in a hoarse voice, at an extremely slow speed, and the content of the words was shocking.

"...?!" Moen stopped walking when he heard the words, he clenched his fists nervously, turned around, and after a long silence, he stammered and asked, "Valede, you, are you still a human?"

How could Velede, a human being, face "killing" so calmly?

It stands to reason that even if he was a "highly dangerous person" in the past, he only pierced Griffin's stomach.

This time, in order to save Moen, it should be the first time that he did something to kill his life.

I've killed him once, so can I have no psychological burden?

Only Vilnes, who is a god, and after being "polluted" by the abyss, can treat life with such an understatement.

Moen stared into Velede's eyes, he couldn't tell whether the complex emotions surging in his heart were fear or expectation.

Strange to say, he also discovered for the first time that love and fear can coexist.

It could just be a root fear and nothing to do with how the gods treat him.

Human beings will always tremble in the face of the existence that they can only look up to. Maybe some people who are detached from the world can achieve peace of mind, but Moen considers himself a layman.

What he can do is to counteract instinctive timidity with uninstinctive but raging love.

"...Yes." Velede answered him this time.

Moen breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have a good rest, I'll be right over!" He dropped the words and hurried to find alcohol.

Moen didn't even realize that when faced with this nonsensical question, a normal person's first reaction would not be to answer it like this.

Only those who clearly know that they may be "not human" can answer "Yes" after a pause of one second.

"Wiled" stared at Moen's back, and closed his eyes silently until he disappeared from sight.

His eyes were no longer clouded, his complexion returned to normal, his brows were no longer tightened, and there was even a faint smile on his face.

The high fever came quickly and subsided hastily.

But there is something clearly, it has become different.

……

Two grisly murders occurred in the Lunwayo neighborhood.

The dead were Father Griffin, a revered priest of the Lenvayo Church, and an unidentifiable man.

This incident caused an uproar among the people, caused a very bad influence, and made people panic.

—The entire street was blocked because their deaths were too bloody. It is said that the first witnesses who passed by in the early morning fainted directly.

Some people say that this is a demon who came to the world and used evil methods to rob people's lives, because no one can create such a horrible crime scene.

The church sent people to investigate, went door-to-door to check their identities, and finally found that not only two people died last night, but two people were missing.

They are Moen, a student who came to the church from the boarding school to do volunteer work, and Willed the Lost, who has many precedents of harming the clergy.

Velede had no fixed place to live, so the search team naturally drove to the address of Moen, Squire Manor.

Three or five carriages stopped at the gate of the manor, and before they even said hello, a middle-aged man had already walked out of the manor and greeted him at the gate.

He looked a little tired, as if he hadn't slept all night, and his clothes were wrinkled.

"Gentlemen, what do you want?" Zolman looked at the group of people wearing church robes through the iron fence.

"Don't be nervous, we want to find out something. The owner of the manor, Moen, is he here now? He's not at school, nor is he in church. A murder occurred in the Lenvayo neighborhood last night. If Moen hasn't returned home, then he The situation may be very dangerous." A very dignified man took two steps forward, picked up a cowhide book in his hand and showed it to Zorman, "We found an exercise book with his name on it at the scene."

Zorman stared at the cowhide book with erratic eyes, swallowed, his throat became dry from tension, and he shook his head in a look of astonishment.

"Hold, I'm sorry, adults. Mr. Moen didn't come back. I'm the only one in the manor. I'm very worried. If there is any news about him in the future, please let me know."

The man seemed to have just reached this step in the process as a matter of routine, and did not have too much doubt about Zorman's words. Hearing this, he just nodded and said with a darker expression: "Okay, excuse me."

Zorman's tense nerves finally relaxed, his legs were already shaking badly, and if he tried to hold on for more than a second, he might fail.

He politely excused himself and walked back.

The wave of the church was also preparing to evacuate first, but before leaving, a young man in the team stopped.

He looked up at the corner above the iron railing, tentatively stretched out his fingers and twirled the iron point, which was a little darker than other places.

-Some very fine black clothing fibers, and dark red debris, like some kind of dried watercolor.

He put his fingers under his nose and sniffed carefully, it was... the smell of blood.

"Wait." He stopped the middle-aged man who was talking to Zorman earlier with a solemn face, "We may have fallen into a misunderstanding."

"The missing person may not necessarily be the victim. What if it is the perpetrator?"

……

As soon as Zorman stepped into the room, his legs went limp and he almost knelt on the ground.

He has lived for more than 40 years, but he has never done such a heartless thing.

"Mr. Moen!" He saw Moen coming out of the room with a package, and hurried to greet him, "Don't go out, the people from the church are outside, and they haven't left yet."

"Someone has already come to the door?!" Moen turned pale with shock, and then said anxiously, "You should leave, this matter should not involve you."

"Don't worry, I told you that you didn't come back to the manor." Zorman wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'll let you know when they leave, and you all leave this place immediately. This is what I can do for you One last thing."

Zolman half-forced Moen back into the room and paced back and forth.

After an unknown amount of time, he walked to the window alone and quietly looked out of the manor.

This - look scares him

The three or five carriages did not drive away.

Instead, more carriages from the church appeared outside the door one after another.