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

Xing Mo turned around and saw that a group of people headed by an old lady were staring at her, half in awe and half in fear.

After all, she had just shaken hands with the little girl and cured her incurable "nightmare syndrome".

"cough..."

Xing Mo cleared his throat and said solemnly:

"My name is Jadeti Lee, and as you can see, I'm a doctor."

"No one has ever been able to cure nightmares..." the old aunt said in awe.

"Fortunately, I have learned some unconventional medical skills that can be of help." Xing Mo nodded with a smile.

Medical skills refer to ordering the evil god to use the lightning spear to hit the evil ghost in the dream and smash him to pieces.

It really is a physical healing method.

Xingmo glanced at the children around her. They still didn't dare to come near here, for fear of being infected by the little girl.

"Don't worry, the disease has been cleared," Xingmo stood up, "but she still needs time to recover. Well... I will find a way to cure her, but it will take time."

"There's never been a precedent of someone surviving a nightmare attack," the old lady murmured. "Are you...are you sure Anjie can survive?"

"Of course no problem, but you will probably need to stay in my clinic for a while." Xing Mo said.

Her idea was to first ask Miss Perlis if she had any means to repair the damage to her soul, and if not, then she would find a way on her own.

In the short term, using spiritual materials left behind by some mythical creatures to make a powder potion to replenish spiritual energy should be able to stabilize the damage to the spiritual body.

It just so happens that I got the fire dragon’s horn on the train before.

That is a very powerful spiritual material, enough to be promoted to a "Saint".

If used as medicine, a small amount would be enough to treat many people, hmm...

Thinking of this, Xingmo continued to say to her aunt:

"We'll take Anjie to my clinic together later. Now, can we talk alone?"

"Okay... okay..." the old aunt nodded.

She and Xingmo went to a corner away from the children and avoided them.

Before Xingmo could speak, the old lady said hesitantly:

"Um... Doctor Jiedeti, I'm afraid we can't afford Anjie's treatment..."

She looked a little flustered, but quickly said:

"No...but if you can give me some time, I'll go sell some jewelry passed down from my ancestors, I..."

"I won't charge for treatment. Just pay the most basic bed fee." Xing Mo said bluntly.

"But..." The old aunt was stunned.

Looking at her hesitant and humble expression, Xing Mo suddenly felt a surge of discomfort in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm and said:

"I came to Winter County to research difficult and complicated diseases. Little Angel is cooperating with my research. Why would I spend more money?"

“Please use more money to improve the living environment of children.”

It was very hurried just now, and Xingmo didn't have time to look around the orphanage.

Now taking a quick look around, I found that it was extremely crude, even the firewood in the fireplace was barely enough to keep it burning.

In fact, the act of using a fireplace itself is a luxury, and it can be seen that it is done for the children.

Therefore, Xingmo does not intend to make money from these people.

Even though she only paid the most basic bed fee, she just wanted to reassure the old lady - if it was free, she might be suspected of having ulterior motives.

"..."

After hearing Xing Mo's words, the old aunt was stunned for a long time, and then she murmured in a low voice:

"If that's the case... then... then thank you so much..."

"Auntie, are you maintaining the orphanage alone?" Xing Mo continued the conversation.

"No, there's also my lover. He usually has to work outside and only comes back at night..."

Auntie smiled and shook her head:

"The government's annual funding is getting smaller and smaller. The children can't get enough to eat, so we have no choice but to work harder..."

"You've worked hard," Xingmo nodded slightly, "Are there no volunteers or anything like that?"

"Sometimes, but most of them are just overly enthusiastic kids. I would advise them not to spend all their time here, but to focus on self-improvement... There was a pastor who lived with us for a long time before... He helped us out every day, but he's been missing for a long time..."

Sure enough, when they talked about the pastor, Xing Mo followed the clues and said naturally:

"Mr. Gillot, right? He's the one we're looking for."

"Are you his...friends?" said the old aunt.

"I guess so. Well, it's inconvenient to reveal more," Xing Mo said vaguely, "Can you show us his previous residence?"

"Of course, no problem," the old lady nodded. "Come, I'll take you there right away."

......

While Xingmo was talking to the old aunt, Aurora squatted beside little Angel and covered her with a blanket.

Well, I didn’t cover her head because I was afraid she would catch a cold.

On the side, the children in the orphanage looked at Aurora with a mixture of curiosity and fear, without saying a word.

After a long time, a child finally came forward and said:

"Sister...why are you so powerful? You can actually cure the devil's disease?"

"Of course, that's because there's a secret~" Aurora smiled faintly, "The gods can drive away demons~"

She was just waiting for the kids to ask!

"What god? Is it the winter angel?" asked another child.

"No~" Aurora played hard to get.

"What kind of god is that?" The children's curiosity was finally ignited.

Aurora lowered her head in a mysterious manner, and when she raised it again, her expression was extremely pious.

"We all call Him the Lord of Dreams, the protector of nightmares," she said seriously. "If you are being hunted by nightmares in your dreams, then... call on Him..."

"Lord of Dreams..." The children murmured the name in awe. They remembered that when Dr. Jiedeti held Angel's hand, she seemed to have uttered the same name.

Aurora nodded and said in a mumbling tone:

"The spell to summon Him is...Lord of Dreams...Bless me with sleep..."

3) Winter County Fairy Tale (Part 6) -4k4- (2-in-1)

The old aunt took Xingmo and Aurora for a walk in the orphanage and came to a door.

"This is Mr. Gillot's room."

As she said this, the old lady took out the key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open:

"You two can look at it as long as you like... If you see anything valuable, just take it away..."

After saying that, the old lady turned and left to take care of little Anjie.

Xingmo and Aurora exchanged a glance, both understanding the meaning of her words:

The old aunt knew that it was unlikely that Jilo would come back.

In the Far North, no one expects the lost to return.

Whether it is the blizzard from "Mottheim" or the dark forest harbouring hidden dangers, they are all purgatory for life.

The fireplace is an illusion, the wind and snow are the true face of this world.

"Come on, let's go in and take a look."

Xingmo entered the room and looked around.

The room is not big. Apart from the basic bed and desk, the only conspicuous furniture is the large bookshelf against the wall, which is filled with various books.

Of course, Xing Mo did not search with her hands like ordinary people. She opened her spiritual vision and tree vision respectively and quickly scanned the entire room.

"There is a small spiritual remnant. This priest is a string player, a four-string player." Xingmo said.

"After all, he was able to blow away the police officers in the port area of ​​the Academy City." Aurora smiled.

Yes, the crazy Mr. Ji Luo had asked Xing Mo to use a ritual to activate the "Soul Cage" to stop his madness.

"A wizard of this level wouldn't hide information or notes where they're in plain sight..."

Xing Mo came to a conclusion directly and took out his wand:

"Let's not waste time."

Aurora immediately realized what Xingmo was going to do. She smiled, helped Xingmo close the door, and then made a "please" gesture.

Xingmo gathered his spiritual energy, opened his eyes, and played melodies of various brilliance in the air.

"'Dagger of Truth.'" Her eyes turned into lava-like gold, and a dagger made of flames appeared in her hand.

"Click——"

Xingmo used a dagger to tear a crack in space, peered inside, and watched the shadows of the past flow through it.

After six strings, the memories that Xingmo saw using the "Dagger of Truth" could extend forward three months, completely covering the time that Ji Luo had lived here.

As light and shadow passed, she saw Ji Luo moving at high speed in the room, spending most of his time at the desk.

Xingmo adjusted the timeline and quickly found the last day before Jiluo left Winter County.

The man sat at the table, scratching his head, with a notebook spread out on the table.

"No... God... That's God..."

"Did the gods sow the plague...? Did the plague infect the gods...?"

"...It's not a god... It's a nightmare! It's blasphemy!"

"...It's the goddess... The goddess is the source of blasphemy..."

"No... I want to receive His power..."

"Lambs...Lambs...We are the lost lambs..."

"Escape...Escape...The only way is to escape to the stars..."

"...He will give me... wings..."

The mysterious whispers, accompanied by the lines of handwriting he frantically wrote in his notebook, filled the entire room with a strange atmosphere.

After finishing writing, Gilo hid the notes in a corner of the bookshelf and walked out of the room.

"..."

Xingmo released the "Dagger of Truth" and then waved his wand casually, and a book floated out from between the bookshelves.

It was Gilo's notes.

She opened the notebook and read it briefly.

"Hmm... He mentioned the location of the 'Temple of St. Nero' in his notes..."

Xingmo closed her notes:

"It's near the area where you landed. It's said that the 'Divine Remains' are hidden there."

"Then why didn't he just go find the divine corpse?" Aurora muttered. "Back then, the divine corpse was incredibly powerful. Without it as an anchor, we wouldn't be able to descend."

"Considering what happened in the North City District, he wants to use the 'Angel's Tears' to contain the power in the divine skeleton." Xing Mo said.

This means...his original intention was to stop the epidemic.

Thinking of the desolate appearance of the orphanage, Xingmo closed her eyes and mourned silently.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and said:

"Since he knows about the existence of the 'Divine Corpse', that means the 'Him' in his last sentence isn't the Winter Angel, nor the Goddess."