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

The monitor struggled to escape, but more and more black threads appeared on his body, almost completely binding him.

Just when he thought he was going to die here, suddenly, all the restraints disappeared.

He was stunned for a second, then quickly played the wind chords and ran desperately across the roof.

"......"

At the church door, Xingmo silently disconnected the control of the observer and then raised his eyes to the sky.

Her eyes locked onto a hunting falcon flying through the snowstorm. With a sharp gaze, she bound the falcon with an extremely aggressive black thread, then invaded—

"Om-"

When Xingmo opened her eyes again, her sight was already high in the sky - she would use the "Dark String" to transform the falcon into her own puppet, so that she could share its vision.

Then, she piloted the falcon through the blizzard, tracking the watcher as he flew across the rooftops.

This was Xingmo's strategy. She let go of the observer, not because she couldn't control him, but because she wanted him to return home!

Only in this way can we track him and find out which force he belongs to.

"..."

The falcon flew through the blizzard, followed the watcher out for half a winter county, and soon crossed the border.

Then, the watcher plunged into the Black Forest west of Wintershire and disappeared.

"call......"

Xing Mo closed and opened her eyes, and returned to the church door, feeling the wind and snow blowing towards her.

Entering the forest... well... it's hard to track... but at least we've determined our location...

The guy was wearing a red robe and probably belonged to the same faction as the "Puppeteer" on the train.

It seems to be some evil church that controls the "Dark Strings" and its influence spreads from central Falu to Winter County.

It feels so dark...Xingmo muttered.

All in all, my first actual combat using the Dark String went quite smoothly. I made the observer sweat profusely just by standing at the door. Not bad.

Xingmo stretched, then turned around and went back into the church.

She sat down next to Aurora and whispered:

"He's in the same group as the guy who controlled the dragon on the train. He's fled to the Black Forest."

"We're being targeted..." Aurora muttered, "It doesn't matter. A little ant won't amount to anything."

Then, Aurora fluently gave out a string of addresses:

"We found the mad wizard's address. It's 21 Bitter Melon Street. It seems to be where he lived before he joined the church."

"Bitter Melon Street..." Xing Mo was speechless about the name.

People in Winter County really love to eat, there’s the Honey Pie Newspaper Shop and the Bitter Melon Street Shop.

"Let's go in the afternoon and see if we can find any clues."

Xing Mo said, stood up, and looked towards the end of the church:

"Now, let's go and see the sacred object of the Winter Envoy."

After a few steps, the two arrived in front of the church bulletin board and looked at the altar.

The altar was simple, just a statue of an angel placed on a stone platform: wearing a cloak, with an obscure face, and wings like a bird of prey made of ice crystals.

There was no need for Xingmo to open the tree's vision to feel its ordinariness.

This is not a "holy object" at all, and it is not guided by any power of faith.

"It seems that someone stole the sacred object used by Winter." Xing Mo muttered.

"Could it be related to the church that's been tracking us..." Aurora pretended to think, "No...it must be related..."

"What do you mean?" Xing Mo turned her head.

"Just ask and you'll know." Aurora motioned Xingmo to follow.

She found the old pastor again, put on a cute expression, and asked:

"Well, Mr. Reverend, I'm suddenly curious about something."

"What's the matter?" The old pastor turned his head.

"You said before that someone sends money to that strange shrine every Thursday," Aurora pointed to the spherical statue not far away. "Did anyone send money today?"

Sure enough, the old pastor shook his head:

"You remind me... they didn't send any money today..."

All of a sudden, two lines connected in Xingmo's mind -

——Today is Thursday! The person who was watching just now actually came to the church to give money!

They didn't specifically target Xing Mo, but when they came to deliver the money, they found Xing Mo in the church, so they were forced not to come in!

This also means that what they worship is that spherical celestial body!

Spherical celestial body... Xingmo recalled the "puppet master" on the snow train and the whispers from his mouth:

"...When the crimson moon shines brightly, all will be settled..."

Red Moon! That spherical object is a red moon!

Those who wear red robes worship the red moon!

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with the old pastor, Aurora stepped back and made a heart shape with her hands to Xingmo:

"Are we awesome?"

"Amazing, amazing," Xing Mo rubbed Aurora's head, a hint of surprise still lingering on her face. "I never thought... they were a cult that believed in the Red Moon..."

She explained her reasoning to Aurora, who nodded.

"To think that there are mortals who believe in that kind of thing, ah... they are all idiots..."

Xing Mo didn't dare to think about the giant celestial body at all. She was afraid even when she saw the moon, let alone trying to understand it.

"All in all, it seems that the trouble in Winter County is even bigger than we imagined..." Xing Mo sighed slightly, "Let's go have lunch first..."

Yes, no matter when, eating is the way to solve all troubles.

“Looking forward to the delicious food in Winter County~”

......

The believers quickly passed through the black forest and entered the cave.

As soon as he entered the cave, he fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

In the darkness, a whisper came:

"You met the Heir?"

The believer raised his head breathlessly and murmured to the endless darkness:

"She has already mastered the Dark String... No... This is impossible..."

"That makes sense. If she is the heir...Dark String is just the beginning..." The whisper in the darkness grinned.

"Then...then what should we do..." The cultist scratched his face with both hands, leaving traces of blood. "That is the supreme power given to us by the Lord! If she can control the darkness...then we...we..."

"Don't worry too much, she will eventually become our puppet..."

The whisper in the darkness suddenly turned into a low laugh, which then instantly erupted into a hideous, wild laugh.

In the Dark Forest, crows flew in all directions.

......

Xingmo and Aurora found a restaurant on the roadside and enjoyed a quiet lunch.

Winter County's main dishes are mainly stews and stews, which are juicy and served hot.

Xingmo and Aurora ordered a plate of braised beef, a plate of tomato cream of vegetable soup, and a small basket of scallion bread respectively.

Dip the scallion-flavored bread in the mixed vegetable soup, dye it with the sour and sweet red sauce, and then take a light bite. The crispy, soft, sour and sweet taste will burst out all at once and fill your tongue.

This is the romance of extremely cold places - drinking hot soup in a place isolated from wind and snow.

"Wow, it tastes really good," Aurora wiped her mouth. "Little Saint, can you replicate this?"

"It's quite simple," Xingmo chewed the bread soaked in soup, "Tomatoes, cabbage, carrots, spinach, beef cubes, and a little cream."

"As expected of a cooking master, you figured it out so quickly!" Aurora beamed. "That night..."

"You have to make noodles with soybean paste tonight, remember?" Xingmo reminded.

"...Oh."

Aurora suddenly felt a little depressed, like a student about to take an exam, feeling guilty and undecided.

Obviously, they are the type of students who did not review.

"It's okay, we've prayed to the God of Zhajiangmian..." Aurora murmured softly.

"Huh? What?" Xing Mo didn't hear clearly.

"It's okay, eat quickly and leave after you're done."

Aurora was suddenly filled with energy, as if inspired by something.

Looking at her like this, Xing Mo suddenly felt a little emotional.

I have to say, Aurora is no longer the same little evil god she was at the beginning...

At first, she always wore a somewhat fake smile, and from time to time, the coldness under the mask would pour out, like a candle flickering in a snowstorm.

But now, she obviously has some little thoughts and obsessions of her own, and she will feel happy and nervous because of ordinary little things.

Is it because the Godhead flows back, causing the divinity to fade away?

No...it's definitely not because of that reason...

Is that because...she has developed feelings for me?

Xingmo recalled everything that happened when he was with Aurora and immediately shook his head.

No... I shouldn't think about it that way, that's too narcissistic...

Now is not the time to think about that, especially since I seem to have already...

Xingmo lowered her head and took a sip of the hot soup, but the sour and sweet taste on her tongue was not as amazing as before.

During the entire month she spent in the Citadel, Xingmo always had to deal with other people, and her relationship with Aurora was uncertain.

Sometimes she is a follower of the evil god, and sometimes she is a saint who resists the evil god.

But now, after arriving in Winter County and being separated from everyone he knew, Xingmo began to examine his relationship with this little guy more and more.

There is no doubt that she found it difficult to hide the throbbing in her heart, but what about Aurora?

Is it the same reason why she appears to be emotionally unstable due to so many small things?

Because of the throbbing? Because...

"..."

Xingmo raised her head, only to find that Aurora had raised her head almost at the same time. Their eyes met briefly, then quickly separated.

"What? Have you finished eating?" Aurora turned her head and asked.

"I'm done eating." Xingmo replied.

Why worry so much? If something is going to happen eventually, there is no need to rush.

What is meant to come will come, and there is no need to force yourself to find an answer.

Moreover, some answers are actually the process of solving the problem itself.

"..."

Xingmo wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to Aurora:

"Well then, Miss Evil God, it's time for us to set off."

She smiled, and was pleased to see the same smile on her face.