It felt like an absurd joke.
And yet, the source of the words was the Bible.
Unless a deity was intentionally concealing a truth to deceive, the Bible conveyed answers far beyond the asker’s comprehension.
It was not to be taken lightly.
Tesilid’s expression turned grave and intense. His mind followed suit.
He was determined to extract any hidden information from the Bible’s answer.
Now that he thought about it, there had been another time he was similarly stunned by a materialistic response.
It was back in Ailet’s dungeon with the mermaids when they were gathering herbs and talking.
“Since birth, I’ve had a curse that requires a hefty offering—at least a million gold, or even hundreds of millions—to break.”
“A curse? What kind of curse?”
“Anyone I love will die an untimely death, brought down by overwhelming power. And I die along with them.”
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