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

She raised her head and looked at Xingmo:

"But you, the clothes that Aliena chose for you are not for girls!"

Xing Mo lowered her head. She was wearing a white shirt with a bow tie, a black dress jacket over it, and black dress pants with leather shoes. She was wrapped up tightly.

"It's indeed too formal..." Xingmo muttered.

"Too androgynous! I like you to dress like a beautiful girl!" Aurora yelled, "She really has no taste. She doesn't know how to dress you!"

"I think this looks pretty good, too." Xing Mo straightened his tie. "Very capable."

"It seems to be similar to your principal Merlin." Aurora pouted.

It really seems like... He's like the kind of badass playboy who invites a woman to dance at a party, does the job after the dance, and then runs off over 2,000 kilometers away...

Xingmo cleared her throat awkwardly and said:

"It doesn't matter. Aren't we going to do the same thing tonight as Principal Merlin?"

"Huh?" Aurora was confused. "How is it almost there?"

"Go in and finish the job, then run away while they are furious." Xing Mo smiled.

"You're full of bad intentions..."

"..."

The two of them waited silently in the cloakroom, as now was not the time for them to appear.

The plan was simple: negotiate with Jamila on the spot when the dance reached its climax and force her to hand over the Sun Relic.

If you don’t pay, I’ll turn against you on the spot!

It was a simple and crude plan, and most importantly, the sheriff would have little room to resist.

If she really wanted to resist, Xing Mo had also made the simplest plan -

——Self-defense, just rob!

"..."

Gradually, cheers from the outer venues came one after another, and the melodious rhythm of classical music became clearer and clearer, setting off the atmosphere.

Some people were talking, some were laughing, and the atmosphere was so warm in the days when the blizzard washed over the world.

"it's time."

Xingmo stood up and extended her hand towards Aurora:

"Miss~" she smiled.

Aurora handed her hand to Xingmo and was pulled to stand up, with a faint smile on her face.

"Is this our first time attending a dance?"

"Do you want to dance?" Xing Mo asked, "I can't dance."

"I can do it~" Aurora stuck out her tongue playfully, "Do you want me to teach you how to dance?"

"You want to take me dancing? But...eh? Wait a minute..."

Without giving Xingmo time to react, Aurora pulled Xingmo out of the cloakroom and rushed into the brightly lit hall.

In the center of the hall is an obsidian dance floor where countless gentlemen and ladies are dancing. Most of them are well-dressed, with gentle smiles on their faces, as if there has never been any suffering in this world.

Aurora pulled Xingmo onto the dance floor, like two entwined fish diving into the ocean. She used her petite body to guide Xingmo's dance steps, her movements graceful and smooth, her eyes blazing with the heat of the sun.

Even with her high heels on, the little evil god could only reach Xingmo's neck. She raised her head and looked directly at Xingmo with a faint smile on her face.

Xingmo's mind seemed to go blank all of a sudden. Aurora's movements were so skillful that she followed her around the dance floor almost without any hindrance, turning in circles from time to time.

This little guy... can actually dance so well?

When and where did she learn it?

Without much thought, Xingmo came to the obvious conclusion -

——Of course it’s a dream.

She can construct all kinds of dreams, naturally including dance halls and dance partners.

How long had little Aurora practiced alone in that ballroom with that imaginary partner? Xingmo couldn't imagine.

Xingmo had never danced at a ball. In fact, Nefera Beta Magic Academy held a similar ball every winter. Youthful students gathered in groups on the dance floor, like pairs of mandarin ducks.

Every time it was time for the dance, Senior Alice would always be dragged along by Senior Vivian to dance until the end of the dance, while Millian would simply stay there overnight since no one was competing with her for the lab. Lively occasions had no appeal to her at all.

So, at every dance, Xingmo would always huddle in the corner, watching the figures on the dance floor with shining eyes.

She felt that she was relatively aloof, taciturn, rarely talked to others, and even thought at one point that she hated socializing.

But a corner of her heart knew that she actually wanted to dance on the dance floor with someone.

However, Xing Mo was just thinking about it - she was not good at dancing, and who in the world would practice dancing for her?

But that person really came, right at this moment, right in front of her.

"..."

The light and shadow rotated, Xingmo spun in the lights of the ball, and the pair of blood-red eyes in front of her were as hot as if burning on fire.

It turns out that there really is someone who would learn to dance for you. She is usually as clumsy as a kitten and tries every possible way to care for you, but it never goes well and sometimes even backfires.

But she would dance alone in her dreams, imagining that one day she would be able to attend a dance party with you.

"..."

Xingmo put his arm around Aurora's shoulders, letting all rationality evaporate and letting his body dance to the rhythm.

The two danced so gracefully and elegantly, as if they were born to swim on the ups and downs of the melody, and they almost quickly became the focus of the ball.

"Those two girls danced really well..." Alena heard her father comment at the table next to the dance floor.

"Yes..." Aliena smiled faintly, "She dances really well..."

That is the sun in Winter County, how can it not be dazzling?

"..."

Suddenly, the climax of the music gradually came to an end, and the soothing prelude of another song began.

To the silky rhythm, Xingmo and Aurora slid to the edge of the dance floor with the attention of the whole audience, and jumped onto the red carpet with light steps.

Under everyone's gaze, Xing Mo straightened his tie and walked straight to the table beside the dance floor.

—Sheriff Jamila’s desk.

Jamila had recognized Dr. Jadati a long time ago, and from her expression, it could be seen that her thoughts had gone through several twists and turns in this short song.

"Good evening, Ms. Jamila."

Xing Mo pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Jamila, adjusting the small golden buttons on her sleeves, and then smiled elegantly:

"Remember you said before that you wanted to discuss business with me?"

"Well, I'm here to talk business."

......

5) Winter's Legacy (Part 3) -4k- (2-in-1)

Looking at Xingmo's elegant and indifferent smile, Jamila's facial muscles twitched slightly.

She didn't understand how Dr. Jie Deti got in - even if such a third-rate character got an invitation, he would most likely be picked out by the guards because his temperament and attire didn't match.

But she just sat there, her eyes shining, as if the sun was shining in her emerald eyes.

Her temperament is not inferior to any aristocrat, and even far surpasses those guys who are extravagant and unkempt.

"Let's talk business?" Jamila lowered her voice. "Have you thought it through? Are you willing to sell the potion to me?"

Even though Jamila realized that something was wrong, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.

"Of course I won't sell the potion," Xingmo smiled politely, "It's just that it's a rare opportunity to have such a good chat."

She pretended to look around, sizing up the gentlemen and ladies, and listening to the faint chatter:

"She's here to discuss business with the sheriff? Why haven't I seen her before?"

"Wait a minute... I seem to have some impression of her face..."

"Is that the doctor? My God, she looks like a noble lady..."

"..."

"Everyone is watching us," Xingmo whispered, "better not to show your jackal's fangs."

Xingmo raised her eyes and smiled at the two "Immortals" in black suits behind Jamila.

Hearing this, Jamila's face darkened:

"you know?"

"Of course I know, Miss Jamila of the Machiavelli Empire," Xing Mo maintained a polite smile. "A figure of the Golden King's stature personally granted you the power to control Winter County. Your status is truly extraordinary."

"I was once the king's favorite court dancer," Jamila sneered. "The Hanging Gardens were my home until I was replaced."

"I'm sorry you've been replaced," Xing Mo waved her hand, "Don't be sad, time is a butcher's knife."

"But a lean camel is bigger than a horse," Jamila's voice was threatening. "Ms. Jiedeti, I believe you are not stupid enough to...use my identity as a handle to threaten me?"

"Of course not. You are of such noble birth, who would dare to say anything?" Xing Mo smiled politely. "After all, the Golden King dotes on you very much, right?"

"That's inevitable." Jamila smiled charmingly, "It seems that you are a man who knows the current situation..."

"He dotes on you so much, yet you're planning to run away with the money. Doesn't that seem unfaithful?"

Xing Mo's sudden words froze Jamila. Her smile disappeared as if it had been mopped, and was replaced by a hint of anger:

"I do not understand what you are saying."

"Then let me help you recall it."

Xingmo took out a photo from his pocket and threw it on the table.

Jamila grabbed the photo and was shocked to find that it was the scene of her confrontation with the "puppet master".

The expression on her face kept changing. In a short period of time, she seemed to experience shame, anger, fear, calmness, and then...

"What does this prove? I was resisting and negotiating with the cultists at that time, and my guards can testify to this," said Jamila.

"That's too much! You were obviously arguing with the cultists...about the uneven distribution of spoils or something like that?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

"This is blatant slander," Jamila said coldly, "You have no witnesses."

"No witnesses?" Xing Mo pretended to be surprised. "But that gentleman over there said... he's a witness?"

Jamila turned her head suddenly and saw a man in a red robe standing in the corner of the banquet. He was obviously a member of the Red Moon Cult.

"How can this be..." Jamila's expression became flustered, "No... We clearly reached an agreement, and now is definitely not the time..."

Looking at the county chief's panic, Xingmo smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass on the table and poured herself a glass of red wine.

It was normal for the sheriff to be panicked, because the believer really shouldn't be here.

That believer was one of the two believers that Xingmo eliminated in the Winter County Church.

That’s Xingmo’s puppet!

Since Jamila controls the public opinion in Winter County, a photo is completely incapable of being used as evidence to bring her down.

But it’s hard to say if he is a genuine follower of the Red Moon Cult.

At times like this, the dead are much more useful than the living.

"..."

The red-robed cultist suddenly appeared in the corner of the banquet hall, and for a moment, the entire banquet hall was filled with whispers.

The red-robed figure in the Black Forest is something like an urban legend in Winter County.

And now, this urban legend appeared at the Winter Ball, staring directly at their beloved County Sheriff.

It doesn't look like you're here for tea, right?

"..."