The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

A gentleman in a suit got out of the car holding an umbrella. He was wearing a top hat and holding a cane. His exquisite black leather shoes stepped on the muddy road, but he seemed not to care.

He patted the door, signaling the carriage to leave, and then stood in the middle of the road, silently waiting for the yellow-robed soldiers riding towards him.

"..."

The yellow-robed soldiers saw the gentleman from a distance. They wanted to run him over directly. After all, the people from the Academy were their enemies, and there was no need to leave them alive.

However, they suddenly caught a glimpse of the light in the gentleman's silver eyes - like a sudden thunder, or like the eerie silence of the night.

Mud splashed, and the war horses stopped in front of the gentleman, and there was silence.

In this situation, the gentleman's mouth curled up slightly. He held his cane and walked quickly towards him:

"Everyone, you need a pass to enter the Citadel, but the guards seem to be asleep tonight. How about coming back another day?"

The commander of the ground forces jumped off his horse and walked forward with several yellow-robed wizards, sizing up the young gentleman in front of him with a ferocious look.

When I got closer, I found that the word "young" seemed to be wrong. The man in front of me looked old, but he was well-groomed. There was not a trace of stubble on his thin profile and chin. His long silver hair was neatly combed on both sides, and his wise silver eyes revealed a penetrating light in the rainy night.

"Who the hell are you?" the commander roared.

"A traveler," the man shrugged. "Well, let's come back another day..."

Just as he finished speaking, a scimitar was raised directly in front of his face - the commander drew out the long sword, his face ferocious.

"I don't know why you're unaffected by the rain," the commander hissed, "but if this is the truth, get out of here right now!"

"Ah... why are you so rude..." The gentleman shrank his neck back, "Ugaon is very polite... didn't he teach you the most basic etiquette?"

The Ugaen he was referring to was obviously the contemporary "Golden King". The commander was stunned by the name, but continued to shout:

"It's our courtesy to tell you to get lost. This is the last time!"

"..."

On a rainy night, a few thunderbolts flashed across the sky, as if a dragon was roaring among the clouds.

As the lightning flashed, a few flashes of lightning seemed to flash briefly in the gentleman's silver pupils, making his kind face look a little hideous.

But he quickly smiled and waved his hand, then took two steps back:

"Then let's finish quickly. I want to avoid getting wet as much as possible. You know, as we get older, we tend to develop some minor ailments..."

As he spoke, the gentleman pulled out a wand from the lining of his suit like a magic trick, flipped it elegantly, and pointed it at the commander in front of him.

"Oh, by the way, you have to tell your name before fighting. Is this the rule of you Golden People? Or is it from somewhere else... Never mind..."

The gentleman smiled helplessly, and his eyes became sharp the next moment:

"Merlin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly plucked a golden string, and pure golden lightning fell from the sky and hit the commander in front of him.

The golden thunder directly split him into two halves, and the broken parts were charred and smoking.

In an instant, the imperial soldiers roared and charged, their horses breaking through the rain curtain.

Seeing the army coming at him, Merlin just took a deep breath and flicked his wrist.

His eyes turned golden, and strings lit up in the air around him: eight in total, surrounding the gentleman, who stood in the center of the stage like a performer.

On a rainy night, Merlin smiled and sang:

"Eight-string magic, 'Lachesis Nocturne'."

"Buzzing—"

The eight strings rippled, and dozens of golden lightning bolts fell from the sky in an instant, hitting Merlin's wand.

The next second, Merlin saw the magic wand stretched forward, and hundreds of golden lightning bolts burst out -

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom -"

Golden lightning tore through the rainy night and instantly struck everyone in front of Merlin - from soldiers to war horses, everyone's chest was pierced by golden lightning, leaving a charred crack.

They fell in a single swoop, like straw in a wind.

Among the eight-string magics, "Lachesis Nocturne" is indeed not considered to be very grand. After all, this category has entered the realm of "demigods" and crushes "saints" in terms of level alone.

However, its power can be said to be the ultimate among eight-string instruments.

Because it does not point to the individual, but to the individual's "destiny".

The golden thunder piercing the chest is only an external manifestation. The target of "Lachesis Nocturne" is fate - when fate is ended, the individual will naturally die.

"..."

The rain was still falling, hitting the ground and creating ripples that seemed to be glowing green.

On a rainy night, Merlin stretched out his hand outside the umbrella and caught a few drops of rainwater that were shimmering with green light.

"'Sweet Rains from the Great Tree of Rebirth', what a grand event..." Merlin muttered, "Lucius, as a professor, you really deserve a raise..."

After saying that, he put his wand back into his pocket, without even looking at the steamship in the sky, he just turned his umbrella and turned to walk towards the Citadel.

The golden lightning still lingered around him, flickering in the rain like a candlelight flickering in the wind.

Merlin hadn't taken a few steps when suddenly, thousands of golden lightning bolts simultaneously struck the steamship in the night sky.

"boom--------"

The devastating golden ball of light exploded, stirring up gusts of wind in the rainy night.

Merlin didn't look back. The golden lightning flashing behind him briefly obscured his face, but he could vaguely hear him humming a tune.

After the golden lightning dissipated, only a mess remained in front of the East City Gate. The rain fell on the wreckage, emitting white mist and a sizzling sound.

"..."

In front of the city gate, Merlin snapped his fingers, and golden lightning exploded, increasing his speed to the extreme.

A few seconds later, he had arrived at the city wall of the West City District, gazing at the Nefera Beta Magic Academy in the distance.

As streaks of green light flashed across the sky, the giant trees in the academy square began to dissipate, their fallen leaves falling to the ground, returning life to those who had fallen.

"Ah... Looks like I don't need to bother..."

Merlin played with the cane in his hand, his silver eyes reflecting the Neferabetta Castle across the strait, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Her name is Xingmo, right? And Aurora Havrgard."

"It seems that a new legend has begun."

"It's time to meet our little protagonist, but before that..."

On a rainy night, the gentleman rotated his umbrella and put away the black umbrella.

As the drizzle gradually subsided, he took off the black hat on his head, turned around and walked towards the distant room.

"...First, let me try the coffee pudding I've been missing for a long time..."

......

A week later.

"Well..."

In a daze, Xingmo heard the "sizzling" sound of oil and the "ping-pong-pong" sound of iron tools.

A faint fragrance wafted from not far away. Her eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes hazily.

First, there was a feeling of pressure in the chest, which was obviously caused by the wrong sleeping position, making Xingmo's movement to get up a little stiff.

She took a few slow breaths, raised her head blankly, and found herself lying on the desk with a thick ancient book under her head.

Ah... I fell asleep while reading again...

Xingmo rubbed her messy black hair, stood up, and felt something sliding off her shoulders.

She looked down and saw it was a small blanket.

"..."

Xingmo bent down and picked up the small blanket. A faint fragrance came to her face, like jasmine in late spring.

At this time, a little head popped out from the kitchen and looked at Xingmo crookedly:

"Wow, little saint, you're finally awake. I thought you were planning another funeral."

It was Aurora. This guy got herself a small apron from somewhere, and it looked pretty cool.

"I can't help it. The ancient language of the Golden People is too difficult to understand..." Xing Mo rubbed his eyes, "I accidentally fell asleep..."

She lowered her head to look at the book on the desk—it was a work called "Song of the Sand," written by a nomadic poet in the Erulu Desert. It told the story of the rise of the "Golden King" Ugaen Tukakankion from slave to king.

This book was found by Miss Elmo in the library. When she found it, it was pressed at the bottom. It was obvious that no one had borrowed it for a long time.

Reading the symbolic words on the murals in this ancient book, Xingmo's mind unfolded a long epic from the desert to the oasis. Her soul seemed to follow the king through the sandstorm a hundred years ago and witness him saving the golden people from the dust.

Of course, understanding the "Golden King" was not Xingmo's main purpose in borrowing this book. What she really wanted to know was the legend about the "Golden King" and the Sun God.

It is said that the "Golden King" accidentally entered the depths of the sand sea while escaping, found the tomb of the "Golden Sun Wheel", and gained powerful power from it, which gave him the ability to overthrow the rule of the Garo people.

There are many different opinions about that kind of power. Some say it is some kind of string that has never been discovered by humans, some say it is the residual power left by the gods, and some even more extreme speculations believe that it is a kind of "authority".

In short, there is no conclusion and no basis.

"Hmm..." Xingmo yawned. She recalled the description in the ancient book about Ugaen finding the god's place - the god was lying in the sea of ​​sand, half submerged, with his bones hollow.

As for other documents...some say that this god is located underground, some say it is a floating island, and some scholars even speculate that it is a deep-sea crack caused by crustal movement, and is actually under the seabed.

Anyway, no one has clearly stated where this place is or how to get in.

Everyone makes up their own story, I don’t know how many versions I’ve read!

Fortunately, before being imprisoned, Mentor Lucius gave Xingmo a map, which marked an area deep in the desert, which should be the so-called Tomb of the Gods.

Xing Mo's main purpose in reading ancient books was to gain a deeper understanding of the knowledge about them, at least to know what they were facing.

If the clue about the "Garden of Redemption" is in there, Xingmo will go in no matter what.

This not only involves the mystery surrounding her, but also the future direction of the world.

"..."

"Okay, don't think too much, we'll be ready for breakfast soon, just go wait over there~"

Aurora said this and retracted her head into the kitchen. Then, sounds of "crackling", "ping pong", and "boom boom boom" were heard from inside.

Not bad, she even made breakfast for me...

Xingmo stretched and prepared to sit down at the dining table.

Before she could pull out the chair, her emerald eyes froze slightly.

Wait a minute? Why is making breakfast such a fuss?

"Hey!" Xing Mo suddenly woke up and ran to the kitchen for his life.

"Don't blow up my kitchen! Be careful! Whoa! How are you cooking with my wand?! That's a divine bone!"

......

1) Coffee Pudding (Part 2)

After taking back the wand, Xingmo was eventually kicked out of the kitchen by Aurora.

With a "click", the door was locked, and the sound of "ping pong" was heard again from inside.

Ten minutes later, she hummed a little tune while holding the plate and placed the breakfast in front of Xingmo.

How to say it, people always have to eat many different kinds of food in their lifetime. These foods involve different ingredients, materials, cooking methods, and chef's techniques.

But it was my first time to eat fried egg with divine bone.

"..."

Amidst Aurora's brilliant smile, Xingmo reluctantly washed the "Spine of Saint Auros" under the faucet and shook it.

Sigh... I don't know what the "Angel of the Blazing Sun" would think when he saw this... The spine was used to fry an egg...

It's so frustrating to be alive, and now I have to go through this after death.

This is indeed in line with the evil god's behavior... Xingmo put the wand back to his waist, glanced at Aurora who was pretending to be stupid, and sighed.

Ever since living with Aurora, Xingmo felt as if he had "sigh syndrome". It was nothing special, he just sighed frequently.