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

Xingmo froze. She realized that her ears were getting hot, as hot as if they were burning.

Could it be that Miss Aliena always calls me over because...

Impossible...? It shouldn't be that bad, right?

"Aurora, listen to my explanation!" Xing Mo realized the problem. If Aurora understood it in that direction, then...

"Explain? No need to explain, I trust you."

Aurora smiled slightly, and the heart-shaped pupils in her eyes began to twitch faster and faster, and in an instant they became extremely fierce:

"But! We need to carefully examine your...memory during this period! Read out all your knowledge!"

"Don't...wait..."

Before Xingmo could even open her mouth to beg for mercy, she felt herself being firmly bound to the bed by vines.

In winter, with blizzards and strong winds, no sound can be heard outside the window.

......

4) Black Forest Nursery Rhymes (Part 10) - 4k - (2-in-1)

In the evening, Xingmo's hands were shaking while she was eating, so much so that she accidentally spilled cream of mushroom soup on her skirt.

Aurora, who was standing by, looked at Xingmo's slightly pale face and couldn't help but giggle.

"Don't blame me, who knows you are innocent~"

"You mean I'm the kind of person who...cheats?" Xing Mo weakly wiped the soup off her skirt with a handkerchief.

"Of course not~" Aurora blinked.

"..."

Xing Mo sighed tiredly. She knew that the little girl was addicted and had to suck away her memories or something.

It is said that absorbing memories is a very happy experience - the absorber can put himself in the shoes of another person, feel the senses and emotions of others, and thus gain a sense of control.

The memory of being sucked in is a feeling intertwined between "being controlled" and "exhaustion and powerlessness".

If I'm constantly sucked... how should I put it... I'll feel dizzy... listless...

But in a way, it seems relaxing to smoke it once in a while?

After all, when the memory is being read, the brain is in a blank state. At that moment, the whole person is like being in the deep and boundless void, as if the entire universe is empty.

No...why do I seem to be addicted?

Xingmo slapped her face. Inexplicably, she recalled Miss Elmo's nun's uniform that contained a mysterious meaning.

Hmm...it's better not to let Aurora know about my intentions...

"cough..."

Xingmo cleared her throat, drank the remaining cream of mushroom soup in the bowl, and pushed the bowl away.

"Next, we need to wait for a whole week for the banquet, and then find a way to get the Sun Relic from County Chief Jamila."

"But after that, even if we can get through the blizzard, how can we fight that dragon?"

This is the biggest problem at the moment - the "demigod" level ice dragon that day may have already become an "angel", and it is obviously impossible to treat it as an evil creature on the roadside and deal with it casually.

Aurora wiped the soup from her mouth with a handkerchief and muttered:

"Even if it really turns into an 'angel', we can still fight it."

"What are the chances of winning?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure, 50/50? 50/50? Actually, we don't know how much we can mobilize to the Tree of Life right now..."

Aurora looked distressed and frustrated, clearly emotionally drained by her own powerlessness.

After all, he was such a powerful little ancestor before, but now he might not have a chance of winning against a dragon...

It will indeed create a psychological gap...

Xingmo reached out and pulled out the "Angel's Tears" from the lining.

Green light patterns were flickering inside the pure crystal, vaguely outlining the shape of a giant tree.

"Under extreme circumstances, if I were your carrier, I should be able to bear a portion of your godhood..."

Xingmo reached out and pinched Aurora's cheek:

"Don't worry, we should be able to fight."

"But the carrier of the divine power will shorten one's lifespan," Aurora shook her head. "Remember your mentor Lucius? After enduring the Tree of Life like that, he could only live for five or six years at most..."

"But there's nothing we can do about some things..." Xing Mo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

When she thought of Mentor Lucius, her eyes dimmed a little, and the rainy season in October was still vivid in her mind.

"However, I don't think an all-out war is necessarily a good solution..."

Xingmo put the "Angel's Tears" back into the lining:

"If a demigod and an angel level force go to war at full strength... no, we should assume that the dragon has become an angel. Two angels would be enough to flatten a mountain, right?"

Aurora chuckled.

"It's enough to uproot entire mountains, throw them into the sky, turn them into a rain of fire, and then turn the entire world below into a sea of ​​fire.

It's really scary... A higher string level really means exponentially greater combat power and uncontrollable madness...

"If something like that happens, almost the entire world will be watching..."

When Xing Mo thought of such a scene, she felt scared:

"If this happens, it will probably be difficult for us to enter the empire in the future."

After all, the Imperials already had spies in the local area, and Xingmo had another important goal in leaving the academy this time: to go to the shrine of the "Golden Sun Wheel".

The commotion cannot be too loud, otherwise things may develop in an uncontrollable direction.

"By the way, didn't those members of the Red Moon Cult say they wanted to massacre Winter County?" Xing Mo asked. "Do you think they have the ability to do that?"

"You're just bragging. I feel so inferior." Aurora shook her head.

"But the 'puppeteer' on the train before was really powerful," Xing Mo murmured, "He could turn a giant dragon into his puppet..."

"Of course, a dragon transformed into a puppet isn't as powerful as it once was," Aurora shook her head. "Before the Ancient Dragon War, the most powerful fire dragon might have reached the level of an angel. But in the modern world, it's hard to say whether the most powerful ones are even demigods."

"Not to mention that it becomes even weaker after becoming a puppet. Without a soul, it's just a sharp blade without polish."

"That makes sense," Xingmo nodded. "Well... I mean, if that 'puppeteer' can turn a fire dragon into a puppet and doesn't seem to cherish it at all, what if he catches more?"

"It's not that easy to catch a dragon~" Aurora muttered.

"If not dragons, what about other things?" Xing Mo held her chin, "For example... goblins or something? No... they don't seem to have much of a deterrent effect..."

"It feels like 'Golden Game'..."

Aurora yawned.

"I kind of miss our female knight. I wonder how she's getting along with the goblin brothers now..."

Why do you have to imagine that the female knight is with the goblin... Xing Mo smiled bitterly and imagined a very funny scene in his mind -

—In a hidden display case, the female knight looked frantically at the large number of goblins around her, her face filled with despair.

The guy who bought the female knight...what was his name? I forgot...

They are Prince Austin's men... Come to think of it... The actions of the Imperials in the Citadel should also be revealed, right?

According to the information Xingmo got from Senior Alice, he has basically not left the ship since the Imperial Master "Scarab" docked, and has stayed on the ship most of the time.

The outside world is told that the "Scarab" represents the mouthpiece of the "Golden King" and that the king's decrees need to be delivered here at any time.

But Xingmo didn't think so - since that guy stayed at the port, he must have some intention.

"I can ask Alia to check it out. Who knows, she might find something," Xingmo muttered. "Hmm... Anyway, I need to get a good night's sleep tomorrow..."

After all, my body has been sucked a little bit...

"Read with me before bed," Aurora said. "I went to the bookstore the day before yesterday and bought some books."

"What book?" Xing Mo's heart was filled with alarm.

"What are you thinking about..." Aurora puffed out her cheeks. "Nursery rhyme! It's a nursery rhyme!"

"That's okay... You just scared me..." Xingmo exhaled, "What nursery rhyme?"

"lily."

"..."

......

Port District-Academy City

Alia woke up from her dream. She sat up and saw a black inscription in the darkness before her eyes:

"The beetles have left their nests."

"..."

The gray-haired girl immediately patted her face to refresh herself, then quickly changed her clothes into a black stealth suit with a hood.

Before leaving, she covered Bianca with the quilt, then casually pinched out a ball of darkness and threw it on the ground:

"I order you to 'guard' this place." The girl spoke the truth in an obscure and difficult voice.

The shadow trembled slightly and disappeared into the room, and the entire space was filled with darkness like rippling water.

This is the power of the "Dark String". Through the "Mark of the Tree of Life", Alia received the spiritual power suitable for the "Dark String" from Xingmo.

But somehow, her control over this power was very simple, so simple that it seemed even... familiar?

Was it because of the dark elf blood in her body? Arya didn't know.

She did not want to find out about her own life experience. She was a member of the "Holy Tree Cult" and the one who was saved. All her actions were to repay her gratitude.

"..."

After jumping out of the window, Alia ran and slid quickly on the rooftops of the port area.

Part of the girl's body seemed to have completely merged with the darkness. She slid and jumped on the river of shadows. Even the blue crescent moon in the dome could not penetrate her figure.

Five minutes later, Alia arrived at the chimney of a factory, overlooking the streets below.

Her eyes quickly locked onto the location where the shadow servant had sounded the alarm—the bar at Blackwood.

In fact, returning here always brings some bad memories to Alia. After all, if it weren't for the Saint Lady's rescue, she would probably have died in that bastard underground arena.

However, "Black Wood" is still an unavoidable figure in the entire underground network of the Academy, and dealing with him is inevitable.

Alia remembered that after the October Rain incident, the Saint re-evaluated the power level of Black Wood.

The sloppy-looking intelligence dealer is definitely not just a simple underground network controller. He must have a bigger backer behind him.

The process of reaching this conclusion is also very simple: after learning of the death of the "Angel of the Blazing Sun", Bishop Frye only asked for help from two people.

One is Prince Austin, the representative of the "Garden of Redemption".

The other one is "Black Wood".

Bishop Frye considered "Black Wood" even higher than "Garden of Redemption".

What kind of power is hidden behind him?

"..."

After observing at the alley entrance for a while, Alia quickly discovered something was wrong: no one was entering or leaving the bar. According to the past, even if the customer flow was small, this would not be the case.

But the alarm given by the shadow servant was indeed this side... Was it a wrong judgment?

Alia thought, gently shook the bell on her wrist, and then reached out and pinched it in the air.

She formed a small ball of darkness out of thin air and threw it into the alley below.

The dark mass quickly transformed in the air, turning into a ghost, sliding down the wall of the alley and quickly rushing into the bar.

That is 『Shadow Servant』, a fourth-string magic that can create your own servant, capable of sharing vision and senses.

The servant slid into the tavern, climbed up the wall to the ceiling, and overlooked everything in the bar—