Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0022 The money I lost isn't gone; it's just temporarily deposited elsewhere.

Cicero stiffened upon hearing that familiar voice.

He turned his head, and Zhou Yun's smiling face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhou Yun was rushing toward Cicero with extremely fast steps, as if afraid that Cicero would escape. At the same time, Zhou Yun reached out his hand to Cicero.

Cicero instinctively took a step back, raising his hand to cover his face, fearing that Zhou Yun might suddenly punch him again.

But Zhou Yun didn't sit down. Instead, he walked over, grabbed Cicero's hand, and pulled Cicero closer to him.

Zhou Yun's smile remained unchanged. His spiritual energy slightly penetrated Cicero's body, and Cicero's internal organs began to become clearer in his vision.

Lucretius had previously told Zhou Yun that the era of Macragian witchcraft was over, and the remaining witchcraft were merely minor tricks.

But Zhou Yun wants to say: Macurag Psionic Dog, do you understand psionic processing technology?

Indeed, in Macragge, psionic power is severely limited, and the amount of power that can be exerted is very small.

However, less force doesn't mean less deadly. Even the force that can only move a sesame seed can be deadly and dangerous if used improperly.

For example... under Grefax's tutelage, Zhou Yun knew which artery in the brain would be fatal if it developed a blood clot, and also knew which blood vessel could induce cardiac arrest by touching it.

At such close range, Zhou Yun could easily take Cicero's life and disguise it as an accident.

"My dear Cicero, would you rather have a stroke or cardiac arrest?"

Cicero's expression froze; he didn't understand why Zhou Yun was suddenly so enthusiastic, nor why Zhou Yun was suddenly asking such a question.

"I don't like death." Cicero tried to pull his hand away from Zhou Yun's, but he failed. Zhou Yun's fingers gripped his wrist like iron clamps, or more precisely, they gripped the veins in his wrist.

"No, no, no, my friend, we're not talking about death, but about the way we die."

Zhou Yun shook his head and said sincerely:

"Do you still remember your theory?"

"People come into this world to gain more experiences and feelings."

"Aren't strokes and cardiac arrest part of the life experience?"

"If you were going to die tomorrow, but never experienced a stroke or cardiac arrest, wouldn't that be a regret?"

Cicero paused for a moment, then lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought.

After a moment, he looked up and nodded at Zhou Yun: "That seems to make sense!"

To his surprise, it actually made sense... Zhou Yun listened to Cicero's words and even felt a sense of awe.

This guy is at least pure genius when it comes to being a god.

Such a talent, I really wish I could let him sit on the golden throne and experience it... Emperor of Biyang, at least leave him the technology to catch scapegoats!

"If I had to choose, I'd probably prefer a stroke, because the experience lasts longer," Cicero said after a moment's thought. "And the mortality rate is lower, plus there's a chance to experience cardiac arrest afterwards—why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

Zhou Yun loosened Cicero's wrist, then reached out and patted Cicero on the back.

"Because I've been thinking!" Zhou Yun put on a serious expression. "After thinking it over, I believe there is great wisdom in your philosophy. People are born to enjoy and experience life. Even if we die tomorrow, we should continue to enjoy ourselves today."

"Especially after my failed suicide attempt a few days ago, I understand the wisdom in your philosophy even more."

"Failed suicide attempt?" Cicero raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yeah, I tried tug-of-war with the ceiling using my neck a few days ago, and I didn't lose—but the rope I bought was so cheap that it broke before I could even decide the winner."

The rope snapped... It took Cicero a few seconds to realize what it meant to be in a tug-of-war between his neck and the ceiling.

So that's what happened. Cicero suddenly realized that the witch's spell had worked, but the rope Zhou Yun bought was of poor quality and broke by accident, which is why he didn't die.

"If that's the case, then why did you punch me a couple of days ago?" Cicero couldn't help but complain.

"Hey, good brother, if I didn't do that, how would Tita give me her father's pension?" Zhou Yun chuckled, subtly distorting his expression with his psychic powers to make himself appear shameless and depraved in Cicero's eyes.

Cicero was taken aback: "You little rascal, you're really wicked."

"How can you call it bad?"

Zhou Yun's expression immediately turned serious, and he said solemnly:

"Brother, I've realized something. The money you lose gambling isn't gone; it's just temporarily stored in the casino. As long as I keep gambling, I can always get it back—but if I quit, that money is truly gone forever."

"Brother, take me to get some money!"

"That's more like it, my good brother." Cicero smiled slightly as he listened to Zhou Yun's words and patted Zhou Yun on the back: "There's a banquet today, at the usual place, the Baths of Agate."

"Speaking of which, what brings you to the Temple District? I remember you didn't have any faith, did you?" Cicero asked curiously as he led Zhou Yun forward.

"Oh, there's a temple in the back that sells fish sauce—but you, do you believe in Simeneta?" Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow and asked with interest.

"No, my faith is my belief." Cicero smiled slightly. "It's just that the Church of Simeneta is undergoing reforms, and some old-fashioned people are clinging to outdated ideas. Priest Libo invited me to teach the believers and correct their beliefs."

"Oh..." Zhou Yun turned his head and glanced at the church in Simmenta.

Suddenly, he stopped walking, and his gaze shifted slightly.

He didn't look towards the Simonetta Church, but rather towards the star in the northwest.

That star, though its light was obscured by the four full moons, remained bright, hanging atop the tower of another temple like a flickering star on a lighthouse...

From the very beginning, Zhou Yun had vaguely sensed a gaze... a gaze from that star...

"What brings you to stargazing? Oh, the Lighthouse Star." Cicero followed Zhou Yun's gaze and saw the star as well.

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun gave a soft hum.

The lighthouse... He remembered the mountain he had seen in his prophecy, and the voices he had heard.

At that time, the prophesied Tita called the mountain a lighthouse.

"Oh, you're a grammar professor, so you don't know much about theology. That star is the lighthouse star worshipped by the Broken Lighthouse Temple."

As he spoke, Cicero pointed to the tower directly beneath the star:

"They believed that the star was a lighthouse built by an ancient god, whose starlight transcends time and space, illuminating all living beings forever... But the divinity within the lighthouse has been broken, which is why the lighthouse's light is so dim."

"They also claim that it was their God of Broken Lighthouse who sent down the obelisk of punishment, which pierced through the satellite of Macragag, Formarcus, forming the Eye of the Father, crushing the terrible King of Sorcery, and ending the darkness of the Old Night of Macragag."

"He smashed the King of Sorcery to death?" Zhou Yun became slightly interested.

The Wizard King was the ruler of Macragge during the Old Nights, and was eventually replaced by the War King of Macragge—but the specific details of that process have been lost to the dust of history.

"There are at least eighty or a hundred temples that claim to have ended the era of the Wizarding King. You don't need to take it seriously." Cicero waved his hand and patted Zhou Yun on the back, urging him to hurry to the bathhouse.

Zhou Yun's gaze lingered on the lighthouse star for a moment before he looked away and walked out of the temple area with Cicero.