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

"Gu...! Damn it... Don't laugh so happily!"

Aurora looked at Xingmo angrily. For some reason, she felt terrible when she saw the senior student chasing the train and calling Xingmo.

It's not because the little saint was snatched away... How could the little saint be snatched away... No way...

Why is that...

"Anyway, the journey begins," Xingmo clapped her hands like Principal Merlin, "Enjoy the journey."

"Hmph~" Aurora raised her chin.

"..."

The steam train passed through the walls of the Citadel, drove into the endless green waves, and headed north.

In the drizzle, steam from the train sprayed into the air and spread out like misty clouds.

......

Maple Leaf Palace-Academic City

At night, the heavy rain continued without stopping, like a curtain covering the sky and the earth.

In front of Maple Leaf Palace, Alice and "Pastor Haichao" got out of the car and went straight up the steps of the palace.

In the reception room, the two met Isabella Ducep, the queen of Maple Leaf Palace.

But it seems to have come at the wrong time.

A gentleman was sitting on the sofa in the reception room with his legs crossed, smiling.

Opposite him, Isabella looked annoyed and frowned slightly.

"Merlin, in front of the two 'Bell Keepers', can you please repeat what you just said?" Isabella pointed at Alice.

"Okay."

Merlin turned around, winked at Alice, and then said word by word:

"I will never agree to your releasing Prince Austin."

Release Prince Austin? Alice frowned slightly.

Of course it is impossible to release that kind of guy. He is a criminal who has killed hundreds of people.

"I'm not saying to release him," Isabella breathed, "but he's already a cripple. Using him as a bargaining chip will go a long way in preventing war. You—"

"War is coming, no matter what you try."

Merlin interrupted Isabella, his silver eyes filled with unquestionable light and shadow.

"At this juncture, we are unable to face a direct war," Isabella said, raising her voice. "The Decep family will not support the war."

"Then I hope you can stay out of it. It would be best if you could try to move the Maple Leaf Palace out of the Citadel, just like the garden in New Garo that is said to be able to move in the air." Merlin smiled politely.

There was a clear hint of tension in the conversation between the two, which made Alice suddenly feel that something was amiss.

No, that's not right... Isabella is clearly a relatively radical Citadel Guardian. Even the action against the Humpback Whale was in support of Professor Lucius...

But now, she actually wants to hand over Prince Austin just to avoid war?

While Alice was thinking, Isabella sighed and said:

"Perhaps we are not all faithful keepers of peace, Merlin, and I regret that."

"Maintaining peace doesn't rely on constant compromise, Isabella." Merlin smiled elegantly.

"What does that depend on? Accepting pagans to set up homes in our northern city?" Isabella's voice rose again.

"If the people of North City didn't raise any objections, why would you interfere?"

Merlin said, took out his wand, and spun it around his fingertips twice quickly:

"A wand carved from rotten wood, no matter how long it is, cannot play three strings, let alone you trying to shorten it."

"But no matter what, Isabella, please remember that speed is the main factor that determines victory or defeat in a duel."

He stood up, bowed slightly, and left the reception room immediately.

As he passed by Alice, he muttered softly:

"I feel like the accounts aren't right...regarding the maintenance of Maple Leaf Palace..."

After leaving these incomprehensible words in Alice's ear, Merlin opened the door and left the reception room.

"Then let's report the situation." Isabella gestured for Alice and the pastor to sit down opposite her.

The two looked at each other and then walked forward to take a seat.

Then Alice spoke:

"The priest has searched the sea and is certain that the narwhal pod is the reason why the Imperials cannot immediately advance upon us."

"You mean, the storm is still strong?" Isabella raised an eyebrow.

"That's good news," said the Storm Priest. "The bad news is that the storm might come ashore, which would give the Imperials an opportunity."

"Lucius Phillips previously proposed a hypothesis about the narwhal population, suggesting they might have gained a leader," Isabella murmured. "Have you made any progress on this clue?"

"Have."

Alice nodded, then pulled out a piece of parchment and dropped it on the table.

Isabella looked down and saw that it was a bounty warrant with a portrait of a pirate captain on it.

"Dream Chans, the Pirate King," said Alice, "also known as Typhoon."

"He claimed in the Interstellar Islands that he had caused the storm."

......

Four days later, early morning.

Amid the sound of railroad tracks, Xingmo drowsily lifted the quilt, and was immediately pushed back by the cold.

So cold...

Is it already so cold in mid-October? It's really painful...

Xing Mo took a deep breath and concentrated the spiritual power in his body to enhance his body's resistance as much as possible.

She glanced at Aurora beside her: the little girl was sleeping soundly, and her body was warm, like a small stove.

Looks so comfortable...

Xingmo hesitated for a moment, then reached out and hugged the warm ball of Aurora to warm herself up.

She closed her eyes again and listened to the rumble of the wheels on the tracks and the raindrops hitting the window.

Sleeping with a small animal is so comfortable...

In a daze, about half an hour passed.

When Xingmo realized that she had to get up, she mustered up the courage, jumped out of the quilt, and quickly changed her clothes.

And then...she rushed to the bathroom.

"..."

Ten minutes later she came out of the bathroom and sat down at the table by the window.

If you don't have much appetite in the morning, just make a cup of hot cocoa.

Thinking of this, Xingmo took out the bag of dark chocolate given by Miss Carly from the suitcase, took out a few pieces, and put them into two cups respectively.

She waved her wand, causing the two cups to suspend in the air, then created two small fireballs under each cup and began to heat them.

At the same time, she took out a carton of milk she bought in the car, poured it into a kettle, and immediately created a small fireball under the kettle.

When the chocolate was almost melted, Xingmo used her magic wand to make the two cups fall back onto the table, grabbed the pot of milk, and poured it into the cups containing chocolate.

Then, she stirred it separately with a spoon, trying to mix it as evenly as possible, and sprinkled some white sugar in it.

In this way, two cups of hot chocolate are ready!

Xingmo sat comfortably by the window, picked up the hot cup and took a small sip.

Hmm... dark chocolate is still too bitter, but fortunately I added some white sugar, so the taste is moderate.

It’s not tasty if it’s too sweet, and it’s hard to swallow if it’s too bitter. It’s just right now.

Xing Mo looked out the window. Before she knew it, it was already her third day on the Winter County K3 train. The train had arrived in the center of Falluja. The scenery outside the window had changed rapidly in the past few days.

From the wilderness, to the mountains, to the birch forest, and back to the wilderness.

The train is now running within the territory of Falu. Although this section of railway is far away from human habitation, Xingmo still often sees some dilapidated villages ravaged by war along the way.

The charred windmill tower, the untended fields, and the crows perched on the scarecrow, pecking at its fallen eyes.

The war with the Empire undoubtedly brought disaster to Fallu.

And if no one stops it, this war will eventually spread to the Citadel.

2) The Scarab's Voice (Part 3) - 4k - (2-in-1)

It was early in the morning and Aurora hadn't gotten up yet, so Xingmo naturally had nothing to do.

She wasn't hungry yet. For some reason, she didn't have a strong appetite on the train, so she usually waited until Aurora started to make noise before going to the dining car.

Come to think of it, it seems like it’s already the fourth day. Shouldn’t I write a letter to my senior?

Well, according to the time, today is almost the beginning of Winter County, and we will be able to see snowflakes falling soon.

This territory near "Motiheim" is covered in ice and snow all year round, and it snows almost all the time, making it a great place to enjoy the snow scenery.

The premise is that you are not afraid of freezing to death.

"..."

Xingmo unfolded the letter paper and began to write slowly while looking at the grassland scenery outside the window.

She wrote about what she had seen and heard on the train in the past few days, including the people she met: several people from Faro who were returning home, a young painter who was going to "Motiheim" to collect materials, and a friendly old man in a yellow robe.

Even though the situation outside was becoming increasingly tense, Xingmo did not feel any hostility from others during the seven-day train ride.

Perhaps, in the world outside of war, everyone belongs to the same position.

After finishing the letter, Xingmo did not rush to send it out. Instead, she put the letter under the cup to prevent herself from forgetting to add anything.

Then, Xingmo casually pulled a book from the bookshelf in the carriage, ready to kill some time before Aurora woke up.

However, when her eyes fell on the cover, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly:

"'Grassland, Earthworms and Dragons'?"

Weird title, looks weird, I don't know what it's about.

But the more bizarre the things were, the more they aroused Xingmo's curiosity.

Xingmo opened the book and began to read the novel.

The story begins with a frustrated reporter being fired from a newspaper and tells the story of how he tries to become a novelist but is not recognized.

He argued with another writer at a writers' discussion meeting, believing that the latter's work was inferior to his and that he became popular by taking shortcuts.

When Xing Mo thought this was a literary novel about a person's mental journey, the protagonist of the story suddenly revealed his identity: he was actually a dragon.

He killed the writer in the dark of night and said the line "Your analogy is too simple, I am a real dragon!" which runs through the first two acts.

He obtained the power of the dragon and launched a massive crackdown on those who opposed him.

Just when Xing Mo thought that this fantasy novel was about to come to an end, the story took another turn - it turned out that the protagonist had actually been living in his own book and had never stepped out of it. Everything before was an illusion.

He came to this conclusion through a series of brilliant reasoning, and his writing style turned into a detective novel.

Just when Xingmo thought he was going to break through with his detective novel as the main plot, the story took another turn - the writer killed by the protagonist was resurrected and fell in love with the protagonist...

What a mess!

Xingmo closed the book, rubbed her eyes, and made sure that she was not mentally polluted.

She was about to throw the book back on the bookshelf, but she couldn't help but want to know how the story would end.

It's weird, take another look.

Xingmo scratched his head, then opened the book and continued reading.