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

Xing Mo immediately pretended to be greedy for money and said with shining eyes:

"Then please lead the way for me."

"..."

Led by the butler, Xing Mo came to the reception room of the Doresen family.

On the huge sofa, a man and a woman were talking happily. The man was obviously the owner of the mansion, Mr. Doreson, and the woman...

Xingmo narrowed her eyes slightly and quickly noticed that the woman's face was full of imperial features: a larger nose, deeper eye sockets, and a bronze complexion.

"Ah, our star, Dr. Jiedeti," Mr. Doreson said, looking at Xingmo with a smile, "Thank you for healing my daughter."

"It's just a piece of cake." Xing Mo walked forward.

"I've inquired about your fees. For a doctor of your caliber, your compensation is far too low," Mr. Doreson shook his head. "Only charging for the bed is too noble..."

He emphasized the word "noble" a little, and he wanted to tell Xingmo directly that it meant "stupid".

Xing Mo nodded calmly, pretending to agree:

"After all, they don't have much money."

"It's okay, we are here to give you a chance." Mr. Doreson smiled.

He stood up and turned respectfully to the woman beside him:

"Introducing you, the Sheriff of Winter County, Ms. Jamila."

......

4) Black Forest Nursery Rhymes (Part 3) - 4k - (2-in-1)

This woman who looks like an imperial woman at first glance, is the sheriff of Winter County?

For a moment, Xing Mo's alertness reached its highest point, but she still bowed slightly calmly:

"Hello, Madam Sheriff."

County Governor Jamila glanced at Xingmo arrogantly and smiled charmingly:

"I've heard of your great name, Doctor Jie Deti, for a long time. Now that I've met you, I can see you're truly a top-notch beauty."

"Huh? A beauty?" Xing Mo was stunned, her calm mask almost breaking.

As if sensing the surprise in her eyes, Jamila smiled and said:

"Don't get me wrong, a little bird as adorable as you is something anyone would want to cage and pamper..."

"However, today is different, we are here to discuss business..."

County Governor Jamila twisted her voluptuous curves slightly, causing Xingmo to have a headache.

I've always known that ladies and gentlemen in upper society spend their time extravagantly, but I never expected them to do it this extravagantly.

Fear...

Xing Mo took a deep breath and nodded:

"Then let's talk."

Ms. Jamila waved her hand, and Mr. Doreson bowed slightly before leaving the room with the butler and maid.

This is the Doreson family's mansion, but when he faced the county governor, he looked like a tamed lamb, without any dignity.

Xingmo gradually got a clue about Jamila's identity.

"You must be confused, right? Why has nightmare syndrome existed for so long, yet it hasn't spread widely among the upper class..."

County Chief Jamila pointed to the sofa beside her and motioned Xingmo to sit down.

Xingmo walked forward, sat down, pressed the mark on the back of her hand, and passed the information to Aurora.

If Jamila has any bad intentions, Xingmo will take action immediately.

"Because you actually have the antidote?" Xing Mo asked indifferently.

"Clever, but not a cure," Jamila smiled, "just a...means of reconciliation."

As she spoke, she took out something that looked like a spice bag, opened it, and poured out some powder.

"These powders can dispel the symptoms of nightmares, but they only last for a limited time. They need to be taken once a week."

Xing Mo sniffed it and immediately determined that it was some kind of magic potion dust that dispelled spiritual energy.

If that's the case, it does dispel the nightmare, but only for a while.

"It should be very expensive to sell." Xing Mo said.

"Yes, this business has brought me very good profits," Jamila smiled. "But, after an outstanding little bird like you appeared... things don't seem to be going so smoothly."

"My medicine can cure this disease." Xingmo said.

"Yes, this makes my industry...sigh," Jamila sighed. "Once upon a time, they used my spices to dispel nightmares as a symbol of status. Now, they have heard your name and seem ready to purchase large quantities from you..."

"I won't sell medicine in large quantities," Xing Mo said decisively, "I only provide treatment to patients in need."

"No, you might be mistaken..."

Jamila smiled charmingly, and her soft and boneless hands stroked the sofa, trying to grab Xingmo's hand.

Xing Mo cleverly dodged it, straightened his collar with his hand, and said with a wandering look:

"What do you mean?"

"Give me the formula, and I'll sell it to those small landowners," Jamila's eyes gleamed. "I'll also dilute some of the potion to reduce costs and sell it to the poor. We'll split the profit 70% and 30% afterwards."

"I only get 70%?" Xing Mo glanced at Jamila.

The smile on Jamila's face froze slightly, and her expression suddenly became much calmer:

"Ms. Jie Daiti, I'm responsible for distribution, and the idea is mine as well. Your fame will spread far and wide, and you can get 30% of the profits just by sitting back and enjoying the success. Isn't that enough?"

Huh? So 30% is mine?

Xing Mo concealed the twitching of the corners of her mouth and said lightly:

"Let me think about it. By the way, do you have any information about the source of the disease?"

"That's not important," Jamila said, her smile returning. "It's all business."

"Well... business is indeed very important..."

Xingmo raised her head and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of Doresen, which was inlaid with colorful gems.

Even in such extreme conditions in the Far North, they still had the energy to inlay the gems on the chandelier.

"But I really still need to think about it for a while."

Xing Mo said, stood up, and bowed slightly to the county magistrate:

"You are very generous. I will remember this. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to come see me at the clinic."

Seeing that Xingmo rejected her, Jamila still maintained a smile on her face, but a faint shadow spread from the corners of her eyes.

"Dr. Jadeti, this is Wintershire," she said suddenly. "The fire can't illuminate everyone."

"That's why I carry the fire around everywhere," Xingmo smiled gently, "Look, I'm warm anyway, so why not let everyone else be warm too."

"If you don't pay attention to keeping warm, you will also feel cold." Jamila's smile became more gloomy.

Xingmo ignored her and walked to the door and opened it.

Before leaving, she turned back and smiled at Jamila:

"I have a little cotton-padded jacket~"

......

As soon as he reached the door of Doreson Mansion, Xingmo saw the small figure standing at the door.

Aurora was wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, which was much larger than her, making her look tiny.

"I didn't expect today to go so smoothly," Xing Mo stepped forward, "The person behind our scenes has revealed his true identity."

"Yeah," Aurora yawned. "Well... I rushed here as soon as you sent me the message, and I read her memories."

As soon as Xingmo left, Aurora immediately read the memory of County Governor Jamila through the mark on Xingmo's hand.

This form of reading can only obtain a partial impression, otherwise it will be noticed by the other party.

Aurora held Xingmo's hand, and for a moment, a picture flashed before Xingmo's eyes.

She saw the woman wearing a golden mask kneeling before the throne, her body humble.

"As expected, County Mayor Jamila is the Golden King's undercover agent here." Xing Mo said.

This was not good news - the position of County Governor was too high, which meant that the Imperials' control over Winter County was stronger than ever before.

"Hmph, we're awesome, aren't we?" Aurora proudly put her hands on her hips. "Praise me!"

"Great." Xingmo smiled and rubbed Aurora's head.

The evil god is using his own authority to ask for praise, so adorable.

Xingmo rubbed and rubbed, and inexplicably wanted to kiss Aurora's cheek. When she realized her impulse, she immediately retracted her hand:

"Let's go back and eat. Thank you for coming to pick me up."

"Get on the carriage!" Aurora pointed to the carriage beside her.

Xingmo opened the door and got on the carriage. What caught her eye was a steam rifle placed on the seat.

Xing Mo: “….”

She glanced at Aurora, who scratched her head and smiled sheepishly:

"We thought you were going to be captured, and we were planning to shoot your way in through the main gate with our muskets."

That’s a good idea. Don’t think about it next time...Xingmo sighed.

The carriage sped along the streets of Winter County, quickly heading towards the mansion.

Ten minutes later, Xingmo and Aurora got out of the car in front of the clinic.

It was already noon, and the sun was still hazy between the clouds and snow.

Xingmo felt a little cold, and all she could think about was going to the fireplace and drinking a glass of mulled wine.

However, at this moment, the mark on her hand trembled slightly.

"?"

Xingmo closed her eyes and immediately sensed someone praying.

She turned to look at Aurora, who nodded and said:

“Someone is praying.”

While practicing medicine in Winter County, Aurora quietly spread her faith in the "Tree of Life."

In this way, Xingmo and Aurora can obtain information as quickly as possible.

"Let's go," Xingmo turned around without hesitation, "Let's go find her."

......

At the front desk of Honey Pie Newspaper, Ina took off her work badge and put on a cotton jacket.

She was tired, and after a long day's work, her slender legs seemed to be unable to bear the weight of life and began to stagger.

But she still gritted her teeth, put on her coat, pushed open the door of the newspaper office, and walked into the wind and snow.

December is coming soon. This period is the most difficult time in winter county. Until next spring, endless cold waves will continue to drown out the sun.

The cold wind from the Caradorans Mountains seemed to never stop, just like the road in front of her that had no future.

A carriage sped past on the side of the road, and Ina vaguely heard laughter from inside, as if a young man or young lady from a certain family was playing.

Ina could only wrap her scarf tighter to prevent herself from freezing.

Poets often say that Winter County is the best place for vacation, with 24-hour warm fireplaces, romantic snowflakes, and views of the miraculous Caradorans Mountains.

Working at a newspaper, Ina often sees similar poems and essays, and every time she does, she becomes more and more aware that the world is divided.

Perhaps the world reflected in the lens of each snowflake is completely different, which is why those people's impression of Winter County is a fireplace, while she only feels cold.