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

"I'm not making a fuss," Aurora's smile grew even brighter. "You're just too tired. To save you the trouble of describing what happened today, I'll just suck your memories right out of your little head."

"Suck...wait...wait a minute!"

Before Xingmo could struggle further, Aurora climbed on top of her and put her head against her neck.

Then, he bit it gently.

At the same time, Xing Mo felt a strong suction force surging from every part of her body. Her emerald eyes rolled up slightly, and her mouth opened slightly:

"Yeah!"

Outside the steam train, the blizzard was still fierce.

Inside the steam train, memories poured out faster than snowflakes fell.

“Gu…Ah…”

The two small black silk feet kicked a few last times on the bed, and the curled toes stretched out slightly and sank weakly into the quilt.

After all, on such a cold day, the most refreshing thing is to fall into a good sleep in bed, right?

Before falling into coma, Xingmo could only comfort herself in this way.

"..."

......

2) The Scarab's Voice (Part 9) - 4k - (2-in-1)

At the gate of the Holy Spirit Church, Merlin adjusted his hat, looking thoughtful.

After returning to the Academy this time, he spent a few days revisiting many old places.

The steam-filled North City, the nomadic songs of the South City, the orderly West City, and the bustling East City.

The dimension "White Tower District", apart from visiting the "Maple Leaf Palace" that night, he really hasn't been here many times.

He still likes to enjoy coffee pudding in a dessert shop in the northern part of the city and handle some campus affairs at the same time.

"We should propose at the next school board meeting that coffee pudding be made a standard dish for every three meals a day," Merlin muttered. "Eat more desserts, and you'll be stronger than those giants in the Giant King's Court..."

He walked into the church while talking to himself, leaning on his cane.

Merlin walked through the church hall and entered the spiral staircase behind the scenes, all the way to the dungeon.

The two priests guarding the dungeon silently stepped aside when they saw Merlin, without saying a word.

Merlin hummed a little tune as he reached the end of the dungeon and entered a closed cell.

As soon as he entered the cell, he saw Prince Austin chained to a platform—legless and with a dazed look on his face.

Merlin leaned his cane against the wall, straightened his bow tie, and put on a very friendly smile.

He walked up to Prince Austin, found an angle, turned around and started fiddling with it...

"..."

Austin vaguely sensed someone coming. He didn't look up, but just growled in a low voice:

"Don't waste your time... I won't say anything..."

"My brother will rescue me from prison..."

"No chains can hold me..."

But he muttered for a long time without hearing any response.

Austin looked up in confusion, only to see Merlin holding a camera and repeatedly taking selfies in front of the camera, occasionally making mysterious gestures like "yeah" or "heart".

"What are you doing?" Austin asked confusedly.

"Let me take a picture with you. You're a big shot," Merlin said, turning around and smiling politely at Austin. "And send a copy to your brother. It'll piss him off to death."

Merlin pouted at the camera, and with a "click", his cocky expression and Prince Austin's bewildered face were recorded.

Then he turned around, put away the camera, and looked at Prince Austin, who looked embarrassed.

"You think I'm here to negotiate with you?" Merlin scoffed. "You need someone to take care of your eating, drinking, and pooping! Who's going to negotiate with you? Learn to take care of yourself first!"

After saying this, he laughed wickedly and left the cell before Prince Austin could react.

As soon as the cell door closed, he heard Austin yelling some swear words hysterically inside.

"How uncultured." Merlin smiled and turned to walk towards the next cell.

The main reason why he mocked Prince Austin was actually because of personal grudges. After all, that guy took advantage of his absence to cause such a big mess in the Citadel.

If it weren't for that little girl Xingmo being so capable, this mess would probably be even bigger.

"Who on earth is trying to whitewash war criminals..."

Merlin muttered as he pushed open the door to the adjacent cell.

What came into view was a huge string magic array, with colorful light sealing off the inside, making it impossible to penetrate.

Merlin drew out his wand and randomly tapped it in the air a few times, and the lights made way for him.

He passed through the string magic circle and came to the small space inside the magic circle.

There, handcuffed and shackled, Lucius Phillips lay on a cot, his eyes closed.

Hearing the sound, he raised his lake-blue eyes and looked at Merlin:

"Principal..." Lucius was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "You are back."

"It seems like you're very dissatisfied with our school's salary and benefits," Merlin shook his head. "Is that how I use my superstring array?"

"That's the only way..." Lucius murmured, "For Miriam..."

"No, no, that's not what I'm talking about..."

Merlin took off his hat, scratched his head, and looked troubled:

"What I said is, you blew my statue away! It flew away!"

"Who asked you to place the statue right above a large magic circle?" Lucius's mouth twitched slightly. "Just build another one yourself."

"No, you have to take responsibility for blowing up my statue."

Merlin said, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and an uncertain light flashed in his silver eyes.

Lucius seemed to have noticed something, raised his head and murmured:

"what do you mean?"

"Please help me fix something," Merlin took out a bag and threw it to Lucius, "in your free time."

"build..."

Lucius's expression suddenly became strange as he touched the bag.

He looked at Merlin and found that the corners of the principal's mouth were slightly raised.

"I'll come get it once it's fixed."

"As for when...you'll know."

After saying that, Merlin took out a small box and placed it beside Lucius' bed:

"This is coffee pudding. It's delicious. You really should try more desserts."

He winked at Lucius, then turned and walked out of the string magic circle.

Lucius watched the principal leave until the colorful light filled the surroundings again.

His lake-blue eyes suddenly became as deep as a bottomless lake, as if a whirlpool was brewing in the depths.

......

In the dining car, Xingmo and Aurora sat together in the corner.

In front of each of them was a bowl of stew: it was a dish made from beef brisket, potatoes, carrots, celery and onions. The beef was soft and juicy, melted in the mouth, and had the tender aroma of vegetables.

Aurora slurped the food, her mouth full of juice, and she was so excited.

But Xingmo was different. Her eyes were a little empty, as if she didn't know where she was.

I was sucked unconscious...

I slept for almost eight hours before waking up, and now it's night...

Xing Mo looked out the car window, watching the darkness swallow up the sky inch by inch, turning everything except the heavy snow into black.

Only the heavy snow still maintained its grayish white color, dividing the fields outside the window into countless fragments, and each snowflake seemed to reflect another world.

The closer we got to "Motiheim", the more strange the snowflakes outside the window seemed, as if every inch of space was filled with falling snow, bringing with it a chill that would not dissipate all year round.

Xing Mo knew that it was because the snowflakes carried natural spiritual power, so they would not melt easily.

In the northern frontier that is forever covered in snow and ice, everything is eternally submerged in the cold.

This also makes the stew in front of me look even more delicious.

Xingmo exhaled a puff of white air, then slowly started eating the stew with a spoon.

This was something she had made while she was unconscious, using a stove in the dining car kitchen.

I didn't expect it to have any flavor, I just thought it would be edible, but who knew it would be so delicious.

"..."

Seeing Xingmo's listless appearance, Aurora poked her cheek with her finger.

"You haven't recovered yet?"

"Eight hours..." Xingmo murmured, "Are you human?"

"No." Aurora tilted her head.

OK...you are awesome...

Xingmo swallowed the soft beef in his mouth and sighed:

"However, I do feel that my spiritual energy is replenished..."

"After all, I took care of you after reading your memories~" Aurora smiled. "I can't let you work hard outside all morning while I do nothing, can I?"

"You really didn't do anything." Xingmo pointed out.

"Isn't it done now?" Aurora's smile became even brighter. "I did you~"

"..."

Xing Mo decided not to respond to this and quickly changed the subject:

"So, is there anything you want to tell me about the memories you saw?"

After all, this train trip collected information about both "Dark Strings" and "Song of the Sand" at once, so there must be some gains.

Aurora quickly took two more mouthfuls of stew before saying:

"Sand Song... I suggest you don't use it."

"Why?" Xingmo asked.

"It might attract attention," Aurora said, wiping the sauce from her mouth with a handkerchief. "The attention of the Golden King."

"It's indeed possible," Xing Mo nodded, "but logically speaking, I shouldn't be able to use that power. After all, Mr. Luffy said that only someone with the blood of the Golden People can use it..."

"You can use it now." Aurora waved her handkerchief.

"Ah?" Xing Mo was stunned.

Can I use it? Could it be that I have some Imperial blood in me?

That's not right. Mr. Luffy said that even people with insufficient bloodline in the Empire can't use the "Song of the Sand"...

"What I mean is that you are special, so you can use it." Aurora nodded again.

"What's so special about me?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

Aurora smiled mysteriously.

"You can use the 'Power of the Fire Spirit'."

"That string magic is the closest I've ever seen to the power of 'authority'. It doesn't just stop at the name, but penetrates deep into the rules of certain worlds..."