Chapter 195 Ch194 The Island of No Lies

Chapter 195 Ch.194 The Island of No Lies

The so-called Gem City or Golden Island is certainly not a city or island in reality.

The ritualist should get used to this statement: whenever a place with a strange name is mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind should be a dream.

It was a new dream found by a member of the "Wanderer Camp" several years ago - it was originally just a normal adventure.

Until he found out that in this dream...

Lying is not allowed.

Just think about it.

This can be extended to so many wonderful uses.

He told this secret to other members and even the organizers of the camp.

Soon, the wanderers turned this "cannot lie" dream into a place to trade knowledge and information: it is not easy to weave a clever lie that only tells the truth, and limited to the limitations of other trading methods - including size, stability, safety, etc., this dream is definitely the best choice.

At least it is the best for the wanderers.

Later, someone spread this secret.

Soon, it was not just the wanderers without sects who participated in the transaction.

Many ritualists who rely on organizations, even those affiliated with the government, are also willing to go to this place without lies after nightfall, exchanging one secret for another.

But as the number of people gradually increases, two problems inevitably arise.

First: The more people there are, the more disputes there are.

Second: Due to the "openness" of this dream, everyone holds the "key" - they use the "secrets" in this dream unscrupulously.

The dream is facing collapse.

Later, three organizations simply intervened and set the rules.

With the endorsement of formal sects, this place that was initially chaotic gradually evolved into the largest and most well-known trading place in the mysterious world.

"The ritualists of the private alliance call it the "Golden Island", and the ritualists of the Church of Justice call it the "City of Gems."

Enid talked about the three organizations that control the Golden Island.

The "Private Alliance" that believes in the third crown god, the daughter of the bustle and busyness - it represents unscrupulous greed;

The "Justice Church" that believes in the fifth crown god, the constant scale that divides day and night - it maintains the most basic order.

And, the "Wanderer Camp" composed of non-sectarian ritualists, as the original discoverer, enjoys equal control with the above two.

The high-level ritualists in these three organizations tried many times, and finally, at a certain price, they controlled the dream in a special way.

Most people don't know how they did it, but they did control and modify the "rules" in the dream:

First.

They will use a special ritual to mark the ritualists who step into the Golden Island. So, everyone has only one identifiable identity in the Golden Island.

Second.

Every time they enter, the ritualist must pay a "secret" or "message" as a "ticket": no matter what kind of secret it is, no matter whether the controller has already recorded the known news.

But for individuals, each secret is not allowed to be repeated.

——When mentioning secrets, Enid also specifically told Roland not to play tricks on it: it could be the privacy of a lady, a family dispute, or even a unique habit that is not told to others.

——It can be completely non-mysterious, but never try to make up or hand over a "secret" that you "don't think is a secret".

Finally.

Those who officially set foot on the Golden Island cannot use mystery, and cannot use mystery to perform or activate rituals, strange objects or great arts.

Once an impact is caused, they will be permanently expelled.

"Golden Island is a trading place for formal ritualists and also a gladiatorial arena. Even though it is controlled by the three parties, every night, too many people are deceived or even disappear on Golden Island - not being able to use the secret does not mean that you cannot kill people."

"And once you die in a dream..."

Roland whispered: "You will never wake up again."

Enid nodded: "It is a chaotic sea under order, everyone wears a mask, and everyone hides a sharp blade in their chest."

"Sincerity can only be exchanged for lies."

"Roland, I wanted to wait until you become a ring and then tell you slowly." Enid said, looking at you intently, and then slowly reached out to touch Roland's face.

Except for the last time, she never had the chance to kiss him again.

So, she just touched him carefully like touching those works of art, feeling the temperature of his cheek, and smoothing the messy hair on his ears that he had not taken care of.

"But the time you were promoted to the first ring was too short and too fast."

Enid's thoughts began to twist and tangle like Roland's hair.

"Before I could think clearly about this matter, you had already become a formal ritualist, standing beside me." She moved very gently, treating her rough fingertips as roses, avoiding the sharpness of her treasures, even if it left a tiny red mark.

"Many ritualists will never go there again after reaching the high ring - the inability to use the mystery means that the high ring is as fragile as the low ring."

"But I have to tell you about Jindao today."

"I know you don't want to stay in the first ring for too long."

"Your fire is burning, if you don't add wood, it will burn your flesh and blood."

She looked at the young man with watery eyes.

When he faced himself, he was harmless, a blazing turbulence, and a fierce march.

But Enid could often see the same undisguised emotions in his eyes as in most executives.

Cherry Chloe...

You should have died in the ditch before you met him.

Enid pursed her lips and retracted her hand.

"In Golden Island, you can get almost everything you want. But at the same time, you have to pay the same price: the information, knowledge, materials, rituals, strange objects that the other party needs...even your life or the life of your family. In that dream, there is nothing that cannot be traded."

"I think you should remember that the Ten Crowned God does not occupy all the "rules" in the world."

"So, you may be able to find the corresponding rules in Golden Island, as well as the ring-raising ceremony corresponding to the path you are on."

That's all Enid wanted to say.

In fact, this is just a corner of Golden Island.

Only those who have been there can truly understand the opportunities and dangers there.

"Roland, if you decide, I will give you the "coordinates" - this time, I will not accompany you. ”

Golden Island.

Roland was stuck in the first ring. If he relied on dream adventures again and again, it would be impossible to find the ring-up ceremony in a short time.

"Fantasy" has no sect.

No one who has gone further than him can help him.

There is only one way left in front of him.

Although it is difficult, he has no choice.

"Give me the "coordinates", Enid. I can't stay in the first ring forever."

After Roland finished speaking, Enid tilted her head, as if she wanted to get up and find the "coordinates" he wanted.

But before she could complete this action, Roland whispered in her ear...name.

'Enid'.

The short breath made Enid turn back - but her face fell into a warm palm.

"I feel like we should take a step forward."

She was stared at by a pair of golden eyes, listening to the man discussing with her - or not listening to the answer at all, and making a decision on her own:

"You can't say you're my 'lover', but we get along like two friends in school..."

The woman who had been indifferent for years became unusually silent in the dying lights.

She lowered her eyes, leaned over and let her smooth, waxy cheek gently rest on Roland's palm.

She kept her eyes open throughout the process, as if she wanted to keep the whole process in her memory.

She was like brandy on plum pudding.

Everyone loved to watch her, and wanted to light her up with their own hands.