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

But isn’t Vivian here with me?

Alice looked at the bed beside her. Vivian was lying on the bed in disheveled clothes, gasping for breath and trembling slightly.

The fire illuminated Vivian's ice-blue eyes, which had lost their usual arrogance and looked a little dazed.

Well...she was just briefly promoted to "Angel".

Alice put Xingmo's letter aside, stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed.

As soon as she saw Alice sitting down, Vivian weakly reached out to hold her hand.

“…I can’t eat…”

"You're a dragon?" Alice said, feeling both angry and amused. "Do you remember that I'm a mortal?"

"Mortal...mortal?" Vivian said angrily, "I...I've never won..."

"It's okay. At least you can practice water string more besides ice string."

Alice finished speaking, and seeing Vivian's face flushed red with satisfaction, she reached out and rubbed her cheek lovingly:

"Let's not talk about this. Let me ask you something."

So, Alice told Vivian the information that Xingmo described, including the "blizzard blocking the mountains", "ice strings", and "dragon".

After listening to this, Weiweian pouted in dissatisfaction:

"You picked me up... You won't forget it, will you?"

"But you said that you and Erlum have been dependent on each other for as long as you can remember," Alice mentioned Vivian's dragon. "According to you, it is considered your... familiar?"

"It's not a follower, it's a companion," Vivian said, not liking the term "follower." "It used to take care of me... Even though it can't speak, it understands me. I really enjoy chatting with it."

"Is there no memory of anything before that?" Alice thought thoughtfully.

In fact, she had tried to investigate Vivian's background before, but there was really no clue.

A girl wanders in the mountains of Falu, she has no memories, and the dragon that follows her does nothing but roar and bite.

How to trace the past?

"Not at all. However, regarding the demigod-level magic that sealed the mountain..."

Vivian frowned, as if racking her brains to think of something:

"That seems to be a phrase from the Dragon Language... related to 'Storm'..."

"Do you remember?" Alice asked quickly.

In the memory of dragons, some magic and words are recorded in their genes - this great race can vibrate strings with just a roar and is born with extraordinary power.

Vivian closed her eyes, searched her mind, and then tremblingly uttered a word:

"Equivalent string magic has been recorded in your world. It should be called... 'Motiheim's Lament'... Eight Strings..."

"Its function is... to infuse immense spiritual energy into each snowflake, thereby controlling the trajectory of the blizzard. The snowflakes imbued with spiritual energy possess a lethal force on a spiritual level... and can even strike at a physical level like a high-speed blade..."

After saying this long string of words, Vivian threw her head back on the bed, completely exhausted.

"Bad guy..." she whispered, "For Xiaomo, you actually exploited me..."

"Thank you for your hard work, baby," Alice smiled and rubbed Vivian's head. "Then I'll tell Xiaomo about this first. I'll go to bed with you after I finish writing the letter."

After saying that, Alice stood up, only to find her wrist was grabbed.

She turned her head and met Vivian's big watery eyes.

"Don't go..." Vivian made a sound like a small animal.

Alice sighed helplessly, then turned and pounced:

"You asked for it."

......

Jiedeti's House - Winter County.

"'Mortigheim's Lament'...Eight-String Magic..."

Xingmo put down the letter sent by Senior Alice, stretched herself, took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes.

No way... so unlucky...

In fact, Xingmo had heard of this string magic—

——It was an ancient legend from Yan Xia. During an ancient dragon war a thousand years ago, an ice dragon had released string magic of similar scale.

The icy storm swept across the entire battlefield, and the razor-sharp snowflakes tore the soldiers' throats, cut their bodies into pieces, and then destroyed their souls.

Unexpectedly, a thousand years later, this terrifying string magic appeared again on the edge of the world.

Even in Yanxia, ​​where the dragon clan still has a sizeable presence, ice dragons are almost extinct, and senior Vivian is now a rare sight.

And now, a rare species has quietly appeared in the snowstorm at the edge of the world and occupied the bones of God.

A temple deep in the snowy mountains... The descendants of the ice dragon... A cult stirring in the dark forest...

"call..."

Xingmo relaxed her mind and began to write a reply to her senior.

She recounted recent events: three days ago, an "immortal" had invaded her mansion with the intention of killing the patients and framing Xingmo.

As a result, he was killed and has been lying in bed ever since.

Come to think of it, it’s been three days already. County Governor Jamila should be getting impatient, right?

After all, "Immortals" are not just any renewable resource.

Xing Mo had just reached this thought when someone knocked on her door.

"Please come in." Xing Mo folded the letter and turned around.

It was the head maid. She walked into the room, bowed to Xingmo and reported:

"Ms. Ina is here to visit."

"Entertain her first, I'll be down in a moment." Xing Mo gestured with a smile.

The head maid nodded and left the room.

Xingmo turned around and concentrated on finishing the letter in her hand, then summoned the messenger and handed the letter to it.

Then she put on her doctor's white coat and went out and downstairs.

......

In the ward, Ina was talking with her mother and looked very happy.

Three days after coming to the Jiedeti Clinic, my mother was indeed getting better day by day, and she looked like she was a dozen years younger.

"Mom, take good care of yourself. In two years, I will be able to save enough money and leave Winter County." Ina whispered to her mother.

The mother looked at her daughter with a smile, reached out her hand, and gently rubbed her head:

"Don't tire yourself out."

"..."

As she was speaking, footsteps were heard from behind. Ina turned around and found that it was Miss Jie Deti holding a cup of coffee.

"Miss Jiedeti," she stood up and went to meet him, "Um... let's go to the living room?"

"Okay, no problem." Xing Mo nodded.

The two came to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Ina took out a newspaper from her bag and handed it to Xingmo:

"I've already convinced the editor-in-chief to put the news you requested on the headlines."

Xing Mo took the newspaper and saw the headline that read "Immortals Appear in Winter County!"

It was accompanied by a moving picture: a man wearing a jackal helmet wandering the streets with a spear in his hand.

This photo was taken on the street by Xingmo using the "Dark String" to control the unconscious "Immortal". It is a staged photo.

But, who knows?

"The editor-in-chief agreed so easily? I have even prepared the funds." Xing Mo put down the newspaper.

According to her idea, the newspaper, as a public opinion institution, might itself be under the control of the imperial people.

"The editor-in-chief didn't react," Ina shook her head. "In fact, the newspaper's sales have been very poor recently. He might have thought this was a hot news."

"That's really helpful," Xing Mo said with a slight smile on her face. "If this continues, soon someone will be unable to sit still."

Once the news got out, County Mayor Jamila could no longer keep a low profile.

As the leader of the Imperial forces here, she could not allow such news to spread under any circumstances.

After all, Winter County belongs to the autonomous region. If the "Immortal" appears here, it is undoubtedly sending a message to the outside world.

——The Imperials have a certain amount of influence in the local area.

In this case, someone from outside will definitely interfere, and the waters will be further muddied, which is definitely what County Mayor Jamila does not want to see.

The two were talking when there was a knock on the door of the mansion.

Xingmo looked towards the door, and as the tree's vision opened, he immediately saw a soul with green light surging.

The vitality is surprisingly strong... This means he is a wizard, and of high level.

Xingmo didn't bother the head maid anymore and stood up by herself, while motioning Ina to sit still.

She walked to the door and opened it a crack:

"Hello?"

Outside the door was a man in a black windbreaker, followed by two assistant-looking men holding clipboards.

"Hello, we are the special envoys of County Governor Jamila."

The man said expressionlessly:

"We've received a report that a government employee has gone missing near your residence, and we're here to investigate."

"Oh, he is indeed with me," Xing Mo said directly, "but he is sick."

"Sick?" The man frowned.

"Yes, he has nightmares and is still in a deep sleep." Xing Mo said.

"If it's nightmare syndrome, why didn't you cure him?" the man asked, and the assistant beside him took notes.

"Because I can't cure him," Xingmo shook her head helplessly, "He drank the medicine, but he just won't wake up."

The three people outside the door looked at each other, and then the man in the lead frowned and said:

"Let's see how he's doing."

He wanted to open the door, but Xingmo immediately closed it.

"No, sir, I'm sorry I can't let you in." Xing Mo shook his head.

"why?"

"Because this gentleman has been talking in his sleep, saying that someone wants to harm him," Xingmo's eyes sharpened for a moment, "He also said that he only trusts the county governor."

"Did he say anything else?" The man raised his eyebrows, and Xing Mo caught a glimpse of a trace of panic between his brows.

"He also said that he dreamed of..." Xing Mo lowered his head, pretending to be thoughtful. "Oh, Black Forest? Blizzard? They are all very fragmented words."

Xing Mo deliberately guided the man by spitting out key words about the "Red Moon Sect". Sure enough, the man's expression became a little ugly.

"Let me go in and confirm that he is a government employee." He said again, in a firm tone.

"I'm sorry, as a doctor, I need to ensure the patient's safety," Xingmo smiled politely. "If his identity is important, I hope to do as he wishes and have the County Governor come in person."

After that, she didn't say anything else and closed the door.

After closing the door, Xingmo leaned against it, pulled out his wand, and listened to the sounds outside.

She was afraid that those people would break in - after all, the leader was most likely an "Immortal".

"..."

The people outside the door didn't speak. They talked in low voices for a few words, and their voices were mostly drowned out by the wind and snow.