Chapter 119: Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony

These two sets of numbers did not trap Yang Hai for too long. When he failed to solve it for more than ten minutes, he immediately realized that he could not get into a stubborn position. Maybe these numbers have other secrets.

He calmed down and thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, thinking clearly about what was going on.

I was careless and was deceived by these people who designed the level!

Yang Hai breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the door on the left. The thick black smoke penetrated through his body, but it failed to cause even a little damage or a negative effect.

Yang Hai walked out of the door with Tidria's soul.

He was stunned by those who asked questions just now. All the numbers in front are mathematical games for solving sequences, while the last two sets of numbers are word guessing games.

Write down those numbers in English, then disassemble their letters, and rearrange them according to the hints that the two sets of numbers themselves are split, and finally you can get two complete sentences.

The road on the left leads to the heaven of rebirth

The road to the right leads to hell

Wonderful!

This is a psychological tactic. All the previous puzzles imply that we are playing math games, but in the end we suddenly become a word guessing game with similar forms. If we have a shallower knowledge or a worse strength, we may not be able to escape.

After passing the first level, Yang Hai breathed a sigh of relief. If each level in the future is like this or is more difficult than this, it is hard to say whether he can pass it in the end.

When he and Tidria came out of the door, they appeared in a small garden inside the tower group.

The garden area is only more than 300 square meters, with an exquisite clay fountain in the middle, and the floor is paved with silver stone, which looks mysterious.

Yang Hai was still beautiful when he had time to look at the charming flowers around him, and the bell on the main bell tower, which was like a death-seeking death, suddenly rang out.

Yang Hai looked up and saw that the two fury magic characters on the dial turned gray, and the lonely pointer moved to the gluttony.

"Here you." Tidria said, feeling aware.

In the illusory fog in the corner of the garden, a figure gradually came to them from far to near, from clear to blur.

That is another Tidria, who should be the incarnation of gluttony.

Yang Hai had always questioned the crime of binge eating before, because no matter what, greed seems to be impossible to be associated with crime. In ancient times, material poverty was poor, so binge eating might be a sin, but in modern times... after the emergence of synthetic food, it has not been a person or a person for many years since the emergence of synthetic food.

Dante's explanation seems to be the most reasonable, and the sin represented by binge eating is "over-pursuing material pleasure."

Yang Hai calmed down and no longer guessed. He didn't have the final say on what kind of crime he represented. When he saw what scene Tidria recalled, he would be better adaptable to the situation.

Tidria's gluttony incarnation came over gently and looked at Yang Hai with an scrutiny look.

Just like the wind blows on the sycamore tree, leaves suddenly fall from the sky, as if it is snowing down. After a while, the entire garden was covered with fluttering leaves.

Tidria's gluttony incarnation lowered her body, stretched out her hand, and cleared the leaves under her feet.

Several lines of words have been carved on the silver garden stone slab:

Bite...

chew……

Swallow...

I want delicious food...

I want more food...

I want! More delicacies!

"Want to escape from the Bell Tower of the Guard? This is really a great idea." Gluttony incarnation looked at Yang Hai: "However, can a young mind resist the consideration of delicious food... In any case, good luck."

The gluttony incarnation did not say much, turned around and left, gradually disappearing in the thick fog.

"Wish us good luck?" Yang Hai asked Tidria in shock.

"The soul guards have different personalities." Tidria smiled faintly: "It seems that my gluttony incarnation is quite easy-going."

"Then can you let him let the water go?" Yang Hai asked with a hint of luck.

"I'm afraid it's impossible." Tidria shook her head: "Let's start."

Yang Hai once again entered Tidria's vision.

That was when Tidria first came to Greenland College to study.

The young Tidria came from a remote southern place. For the human and elves of Greenland College, they were an absolute country bumpkin. When Yang Haiche entered, Tidria was sitting on a silver chair with pins and needles and needles, listening to the people above him giving a speech.

Tidria had never heard a word clearly. He was filled with food that exuded an attractive fragrance, as well as the gorgeous crystal lamps above his head, the ceiling that flashed with magic fluorescent, the dazzling array of jewelry, the decent and strict clothing of the people around him--and like an ugly duckling, sitting here quietly, feeling the surprise, disgust and contemptuous self that the people around him cast from time to time.

Tidria's heart was full of anxiety and envy. From a remote place, he never thought that there would be such a life in the world to enjoy. Greenland Academy is one of the best places for the children of the major nobles on the mainland to further study. Although Tidria came here to learn, when something he had never seen suddenly crashed into his sight, Tidria inevitably lost himself.

Yang Hai felt that this bystander perspective was magical, like the first person or the third person, as if God was staring at what had happened, and as if it was his own personal experience.

After the party, Tidria walked to the dormitory alone in a sense of loss.

The sweet touch of the food is still lingering on the tip of the tongue, as well as comfortable seats, mellow wines; and other people's curious or disgusted eyes.

Everything made the young Tidria unable to let go.

"Think about the past...ah, I actually had such a childish idea..." Tidria's voice was helpless and thought: "Can't you give me some face?"

Yang Hai agreed embarrassedly and said, "I'd better take a look, prophet, otherwise it may be difficult to make a decision when facing the level later."

As he said that, he temporarily cut out the perspective of Tidria.

On the floor of the garden, a door was slowly rising, but it was very slow.

"Are there any more intense emotions, Prophet?" Yang Hai asked.

Tidria continues to recall.

Yang Hai cut in and saw the young Tidria being blocked in the corner by a group of noble playboys.

Tidria wore shabby clothes and looked at these storied figures who were usually among the students without fear.

Perhaps because he thought Tidria's eyes were very interesting, the leading human boy smiled disdainfully and said, "You are here to attend Miss Van Damele's masquerade?"

Tidria blushed, but clenched her lips again.

"Yes!" Tidria said, expressionless.

"What did I see? A local bun in a tasteless country bun, but he tried to come to such a place." A nobleman looked at Tidria: "This is your best dress? Haha, although it looks like it is rags, it is already the best for you."

Tidria had been silently tolerant before. He knew that his purpose in coming to Greenland College was to learn knowledge, not to compare with these idle people.

But Tidria looked down and saw his clothes.

This is a newly bought dress, which uses his half-month work money. Tidria is a representative of students with excellent character and academic performance in Greenland College, and is a student praised by all professors. In their opinion, Tidria is the real person to learn knowledge. This student only requires clothes to cover his body and food to fill his stomach. Other experiences are used in learning.

But no one knew how determined it took Tidria to buy such a dress and then plucked up the courage to attend the masquerade.

Tidria has been tolerating, but this time, he decided not to tolerate it anymore.

"Your clothes may not look very good," Tidria said tit-for-tat: "The lace is arty, but I'm afraid you don't know that for a real aristocratic costume, every lace on it must be carefully considered with traditional heraldry. The angle of the lace bend and the different floral decorations have different meanings."

No one knows why Tidria is so proficient in the profound knowledge that these nobles are craving for, just as no one knows how much time Tidria spent on these things. He has always longed to live such a life, but it seems that such a life is far from him, not just the distance between gold coins, but seems to have closed the door to him in all aspects.

Tidria was unwilling to give up.

The leading noble boy looked at the poor boy with some fun and asked, "Then how do you evaluate my clothes?"

The boy was a real ancient nobleman, and the heraldry and illustrations on his clothes were perfect. However, Tidria still used his profound knowledge to give reasonable criticism, so that the boy's face was a little unfair.

"So, there is no place on my body that can see you?" The leading young man asked with his head tilted.

"The clothes are messy." Tidria said nothing: "And your face."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Who knows what this unrestrained guy can say?

"Your face." Tidria looked at the boy's annoyed and faintly expectant look, and plucked up the courage to say, "It looks much more pleasing than clothes."

The boy was stunned at first, then laughed.

"You are such an interesting person." The boy said seriously: "My name is Wisfatino. I remember to come to see me after the dance."

Tidria entered this circle like this.

He mixed with people like Westfatino, his clothes became brighter and brighter, his words and behavior became more and more elegant, and he even learned to speak the authentic Lacre accent. His grades were as superior as ever because he had a knowledge far beyond his peers, and he became a striking figure in the academy. But.

He has forgotten his original intention of coming here - to learn knowledge.

Binge eating every day, singing every night, and living a life of luxury have consumed the blood in my heart until-

Memories come to an abrupt end

"The door should be open," Tidria said.

Yang Hai was very satisfied with watching it, and took a breath without any effort, returning to his own world.

The purple exit was right in front of him, and he broke out all the way from here, even if he had experienced the test of binge eating.

After leaving the door, Yang Hai felt strange that this was a dark void with nothing. This void was not big, but it was empty, and a strange feeling arose.

Tidria's gluttony avatar quietly appeared beside him.

Before Yang Hai could react, he had already reached out and pressed his body with his hand.
To be continued...