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

Jamila's brows tightened inch by inch. She reached out her hand, picked up the wine glass with trembling hands, and took a small sip.

"What do you want?" she asked coldly.

As expected of a former court dancer, she recovered in no time... Xing Mo thought, and spoke softly:

"Would you mind taking a guess?"

"Guess?" Jamila was a little annoyed. "You want me to give up my plan to escape? You don't understand at all! War is about to sweep across the entire continent, and no one can escape!"

"Betraying the empire is your way of escape?" Xingmo smiled.

"This isn't betrayal. Cutting off one's own tail to survive is the way of the wise," Jamila said coldly. "Those who died on the battlefield were merely foolishly loyal, deceived pawns."

Hearing this, Xingmo couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

Oh, are the righteousness and hard work that have been crushed by the wheels of history so worthless?

While everyone is working hard to protect their homes, those in high positions are all thinking about how to protect themselves from the waves.

Is that wrong? Perhaps it is.

But Xingmo just doesn't agree.

"Don't worry, I won't let you give up your plan."

Xingmo said, leaning forward slightly:

"One of my conditions is that you must leave Wintershire."

A hint of surprise flashed across Jamila's eyes, and then the corners of her mouth curled up slightly:

"Oh? Is that all?"

"Of course it's more than that."

Xingmo stretched out her hand and pointed at the two golden rings on Jamila's hand.

From the very beginning, she used the power of Tree Vision to notice the unusualness of the two rings.

It was obviously an artifact with powerful spiritual power, a "holy object".

"..."

Jamila raised her hand and showed Xingmo the two rings engraved with the sun emblem.

Then, she forced a smile, despite the cold sweat on her forehead.

"Little bird, do you know what this is used for?"

"It's used to pass through the 'Motiheim's Lament', isn't it?" Xingmo said calmly.

"Since you know this, it means you know what's behind the blizzard," Jamila said viciously, "It's a genuine ancient dragon."

"I know." Xingmo nodded.

"..." Looking at the fearless expression on Xingmo's face, Jamila was stunned for a moment, then shook her head in a funny way:

"Your stupidity is beyond my imagination. Perhaps I have overestimated you..."

"Give me the ring and leave Winter County tomorrow." Xing Mo stated his request concisely.

The corners of Jamila's mouth twitched slightly. She clenched her fists tightly, her long nails digging into the flesh and almost oozing blood.

It seems that after a series of ideological struggles,

"no problem."

Jamila took off the two rings from her fingers neatly and threw them to Xingmo.

Her eyes were obviously not as arrogant as when we first met. Under the lights of the ballroom, the haze in the corners of her eyes was very obvious.

Xingmo grabbed the two rings, put them in his pocket, stood up, and bowed slightly to the county governor.

She didn't say a word, just picked up the glass of wine, drank it all, and turned and left.

Coming and going like the wind, without any delay.

"..."

On the side, Aurora, who had been listening throughout the whole process, stuck out her tongue at Jamila, then turned around and left with her little saint.

"Is it time to start?" Aurora trotted to Xingmo's side and whispered softly.

"Yeah, it's time to start."

Xingmo looked straight ahead, and at the same time, with a flick of his wrist, he grabbed the wand out of the air like a magic trick.

Before leaving the ballroom, she lightly touched the air, creating a black wave.

After receiving the order, the puppet in red robe retreated into the shadows and disappeared.

"..."

"Sheriff, are you going to catch up with her?"

Beside Jamila, a guard in a black suit leaned over, anger hidden between his brows.

"No..." Jamila murmured, "It's okay... It's okay..."

She took a deep breath. The lightness on her fingertips made her a little uncomfortable, but she forced herself to calm down.

"There must be something wrong with that doctor..." Jamila murmured, "She's from the Moon Cult, that's right... Everything makes sense. Otherwise, how could she have the potion to cure nightmares? Otherwise, why would someone from the Moon Cult come forward to testify for her?"

She used the term "Moon Cult" instead of the Red Moon because she believed that this was a special period and publicly stating the name of the real moon might attract unnecessary attention.

"You mean... all this is the Puppet Master's revenge against us?" the guard whispered.

"Perhaps that bastard doctor is just a puppet of the 'Puppeteer'..." Jamila muttered, "Unless you think that a wizard with at most three strings... can control the 'Dark String'?"

"That's not impossible," the guard whispered. "I heard..."

"No! There won't be such a coincidence," Jamila growled, "The Puppet Master will never allow others to share his power..."

"I was careless..." The guard lowered his head.

"In short, since the Moon's followers took the solar creature from me, it means they intend to enter the Snow Mountain," Jamila whispered. "They can't defeat the 'Ancient Dragon Hunter'... But if we alarm that mad dragon, he'll hunt us even if we flee to the ends of the earth..."

"what do you mean...?"

"Gather all the Golden People and flatten the Black Forest immediately," Jamila stood up. "If the Moon's followers were to attack the Snow Mountain, their foothold in the forest would be weaker than ever before..."

"Offer those people's blood as a sacrifice to the ancient dragon... We might still have a chance of survival."

......

After leaving the ballroom, Aurora and Xingmo quickly traveled directly to Miss Ina's house.

The two sat down by the fireplace, lit it, and warmed themselves.

About twenty minutes later, the door was pushed open, and Ina poked her head in. She was immediately startled:

"Wow! Miss Jadeti! How are you so fast!"

"We have a special means of transportation," Xingmo stood up. "Compared to this, that...telegram? Would it be useful?"

"It's useful, it's useful."

Ina took off her cotton jacket and hung it on the hanger, then ran to the table in small steps and took out a small bronze instrument from her pocket.

Then she pressed a button on the instrument, and a broken and incoherent voice came out:

"...You want me to give up my plan to escape? You don't understand! War is about to sweep across the entire continent, and no one can escape..."

"...betraying the Empire is your way of escaping?..."

"...This is not betrayal. Cutting off one's tail to survive is the way of the wise..."

Jamila and Xingmo's conversation was intermittent, and although a little blurry, it was recognizable enough.

"I can't believe this is true..." Ina murmured.

"Now we have confirmed everything," Xingmo smiled. "However, I never thought that remote recording equipment, which once existed only in the imagination, can now be realized at such an astonishing distance."

"It's only half a winter at most. This is an experimental technology introduced by the newspaper, and I finally got the debugging rights." Ina sighed, "Ms. Jie Deti, please give me the button."

"okay."

Xing Mo said as she took off the small golden button on her sleeve.

——She wore this button from the moment she entered the ballroom.

This is a product of alchemy and needs to be re-infused with spirituality to be used. Its characteristic is that it can guide the sound within a certain range to the string array base station through string resonance - that is, the prototype in the newspaper office.

"Make a few more copies of this recording," Xingmo said, "and try to send some of them out through newspapers. If you really can't send them out, give it to me and I'll send them out."

"Where are you sending it?" Ina asked curiously.

"The Citadel, and the Empire."

Xingmo lightly uttered two place names, which shocked Ina.

Miss Jie Deti actually has connections in both places and can pass on the information?

As expected of a mysterious...doctor? Why does the style of the painting feel off...

"..."

In fact, this plan was also something Xingmo came up with on the spur of the moment. The reason was that the Honey Pie Newspaper where Miss Ina worked had just introduced this new sound transmission equipment, so Xingmo simply tried to use it to carry out a spy operation.

She would send the copy from the Academy to her senior, which would obviously give her an advantage in the war of public opinion against the Empire.

As for the one sent to the Empire... Xingmo chose his pen pal——

——Mr. Luffy!

The scholar who holds a certain social status in the empire can obviously help her make the information public. After all, County Governor Jamila can be considered a traitor even in the empire and must be liquidated.

Xingmo had no intention of letting the county governor go, regardless of whether she cooperated or not. In the past month, Xingmo had witnessed the suffering of Winter County and felt deeply involved in it.

Those sinners who create suffering should pay the price.

The greed of those in power is the real "nightmare" of Winter County.

......

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

After sending the recordings separately, Xingmo and Aurora came to the backyard of Ina's house.

"Let's think about this..."

Xing Mo took out Jamila's pair of rings, put them on her hands, and immediately poured spiritual power into them.

"Om-"

A golden heat flowed out from between his fingers, swirling around his body, forming a certain special spiritual power characteristic.

"It doesn't seem to be anything special," Aurora muttered. "It's using the natural power of 'destruction' within the 'Fire String' to isolate it from the exchange of spiritual energy with the outside world."

Xing Mo nodded and said:

"This kind of thing is easy to do, but this holy object has its own spiritual characteristics."

"Perhaps this is the true means of passing through the 'Mortigheim's Lament'."

"That dragon also recognizes this?" Aurora smiled. "How is it?"

“It can be reproduced, no problem at all.”

Xingmo pulled out his magic wand and turned it gently. The bone cane was held in his hand, surrounded by flaming stars.

She placed the head of her staff against the ring, allowing the Godbone to register its spiritual signature.

"Alright, now the Spine of Saint Auros can also simulate this spiritual power characteristic."

Xingmo turned the cane back into a wand and inserted it back into the wand holder on the leg ring:

"But then again, why are there two rings?"

"Perhaps it's because Jamila sometimes lends her ring to others?" Aurora thought. "Go to the mountains to chat with the ancient dragon or something?"

"This proves that the ancient dragon must be intelligent," Xing Mo waved her hand. "It doesn't matter anymore. Soon, these two rings will belong to our cultist friends."

As he spoke, Xingmo gently waved his wand, and the shadows on the ground suddenly gathered together, and three figures emerged from them.

They were two Red Moon believers who had turned into puppets, and the "Immortal" who came to assassinate the patient Xingmo.