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

This method was extremely brutal and sinister, and the Puppet Master sacrificed over ten lives for it. However, even so, this ritual magic had a huge flaw—

——That is, the soul of the resurrected person will be torn apart and will no longer possess the extraordinary power they once had.

The current "Puppeteer" is just a wizard at the level of a three-stringed instrument.

But this is not a problem. As long as he is alive, there is still a chance.

Now that the Wintershire Cult has been annihilated, the next thing to do is retreat...

It's time to return to Messina... Even if I have lost the status of taking the Golden Bough, at least I won't perish here.

To be qualified to continue serving the Lord... Everything is fine over there...

"..."

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the darkness, causing the puppeteer to turn his head suddenly.

He drew out his wand and played the string, but a gust of wind instantly hit his chest -

"boom--"

The "Puppeteer" slammed hard against the wall, instantly losing his ability to resist, and felt completely at ease.

"Heh... The source of the curse now seems to be nothing more than a small fry."

Chloe walked out from the darkness, accompanied by two members of the Kite Wing Guerrilla.

Chloe, the leader, raised her harmonica-like pistol and aimed at the Puppeteer's head.

"..."

The puppeteer was silent for a long moment before slowly raising his hands and muttering softly:

"You got me...birdie..."

"You will suffer more later," Chloe said coldly, "You will pay the price in blood for the cursed people of Falu."

The "Puppeteer" stared at Chloe in silence, the smile on his face slightly fading.

He closed his eyes and murmured like the most devout believer:

"The moon rises in the sky... The moon rises in the sky..."

Chloe waved her hand, and two guerrillas stepped forward, roughly pinning the "Puppeteer" to the ground and then shackled his hands.

Then, a group of people escorted him out of the dark cave.

Before leaving, the "Puppeteer" turned his head and stared at the mural on the wall.

——It was a full moon drawn with blood, hanging high in the sky.

"..." A sinister smile appeared at the corner of the puppeteer's mouth, and half of his face was swallowed by darkness again.

......

"Winter County Mayor Jamila was murdered in the suburbs today. The scene was horrific and the murderer is still under investigation."

"A suspected terrorist attack has occurred on the edge of the Black Forest. County police have taken the situation under control. Residents are advised not to approach the Black Forest in the near future."

"..."

At the dining table, Aurora put down the newspaper with great interest, her face looking strangely happy.

"The sheriff is dead, so we don't have to do anything."

"That might not be a good thing," Xingmo's voice came from the kitchen, "it might even bring us a lot of trouble."

"Oh, hurry up, we're starving." Aurora urged.

"I'm coming."

Xingmo, wearing an apron and heat-insulating gloves, brought out a casserole and placed it in the middle of the table.

The hot aroma gushed out, instantly making Aurora's eyes light up.

Today's lunch is beef brisket stewed with potatoes!

After putting the casserole away, Xingmo returned to the kitchen, filled two servings of rice on plates, and placed them in front of Aurora.

Then she took off her apron and sat down opposite Aurora.

"Ms. Ina showed me photos of the scene. The woman's head was crushed by some strange force, and her body was... well, she was hanging pretty high up anyway."

"So scary?" Aurora calmly expressed a little surprise.

"The county police said that a bear attacked them. How could that be possible? What kind of bear could break a horse in two?" Xing Mo felt a chill in his heart when he recalled the photo.

"It was most likely the ancient dragon's doing," Aurora remained calm. "He knew what the sheriff had done and liquidated her."

"How pitiful..." Xingmo murmured.

Although County Governor Jamila deserved to die, such a brutal death is still somewhat shocking.

But how do you explain the logic of civilization to an ancient dragon?

Judging from the results, the "Ancient Dragon Hunter" single-handedly killed all the cultists who tried to climb the snow mountain, including the "Puppet Master", including the powerful giant puppet.

Just one's own strength.

Xing Mo found it hard to imagine what kind of existence that was, and she didn't dare to imagine how she would fight him if she really faced him head-on.

Well... there's no point thinking about this now...

Xing Mo waved his hand and said:

"Let's not talk about this. The scene was pretty miserable anyway. Let's eat, let's not talk about it."

Xingmo picked up a piece of tender beef brisket, placed it on the rice with the juice, and then ate a little rice and beef brisket in one mouthful.

The beef melts in your mouth, is soft and tender, and the juice is fresh and delicious.

I'm such a good cook... Xingmo was beaming with joy when she saw Aurora across from her also smiling happily.

"Wow, it's so delicious."

"In winter, you have to eat soft, mushy stewed food," Xingmo said, picking up a piece of radish soaked in juice. "It brings a sense of happiness."

"It's mainly because our little saint did a good job." Aurora smiled foolishly.

When there is something wrong, it’s our little saint, and when there is nothing wrong, it’s our servant, right?

Xing Mo smiled helplessly and continued while eating:

"It seems that things in Winter County are almost over... I plan to leave..."

"We're going to New Galo?" Aurora said excitedly, "We haven't been to the desert yet."

"It's an oasis in the desert," Xing Mo corrected. "Machiavelli's empire was built around an oasis, surrounded by desert."

"Anyway, it sounds very hot, so you can dress cooler."

For some reason, Aurora's eyes rolled around as she said this.

Xing Mo ignored her gaze as much as possible, cleared his throat, and said:

"But before that, we still have to take care of things here in Winter County."

"The patients haven't recovered yet, and the clinic needs someone to take over..."

"Wow, our little saint is so thoughtful!" Aurora swallowed the chewed beef brisket. "Do you have a candidate in mind?"

"Of course."

Xingmo used a spoon to sprinkle the soup on the rice and mixed it:

"Miss Aliena."

......

In Mr. Doreson's office, a middle-aged man seemed to be pacing in front of his desk, looking anxious.

The sheriff is dead... just dead...

Including her... those "Immortals" also died...

They died without any resistance, just like ants dying on the roadside...

After entering the business world, Mr. Doreson gained wealth and met many heroes from all over the world in maritime trade.

Those people talked freely while chatting, and a wave of their hands could mean a storm on the sea, which could determine who in a country could get a share of the cake.

Mr. Doreson knew that it was power, and money was only its subsidiary.

He then surrendered to power and did a lot of bad things over the years, but at least he could own multiple properties in New Garo and Winter County at the same time and would not disappear in the tide of history.

County Governor Jamila is such a person: born in the palace of Singara, favored by the "Golden King" for decades, he holds a high position and overlooks the entire oasis country.

When she arrived in Wintershire, all the dignitaries presented their most precious gifts, including Mr. Doreson, who had a richly decorated carriage custom-made and filled with a box of gold bars, just to impress the new sheriff.

But that day, Jamila didn't even get on the carriage.

She glanced coldly at the dignitaries who came to greet her, then left alone and walked towards her own mansion.

Mr. Doreson didn't know when he started to become crazy about the county governor. She was a high-ranking official who was beyond his reach. She held great power, had a beautiful appearance, and the wisdom in her mind was enough to restrain the evil forces of Black Forest Lee and become her minions.

But such a woman died just like that.

Died without dignity.

She died by the roadside, like a blade of grass run over by a horse-drawn carriage.

Would even a person of such high rank die defenselessly like those untouchables?

Mr. Doreson did not know what had killed the sheriff, who had been instructed by Jamila to arrange a ferry across the ocean for her.

But now, that ferry will never sail again.

Power...even if you hold power...will you die like her?

Mr. Doreson suddenly felt painful, like a traveler who has climbed over a mountain only to see another mountain. He suddenly realized that the road he was taking was a dead end.

People try to curry favor with those in power to protect themselves, but those in power also have natural enemies who are even more powerful.

Does this staircase really have an end?

"..."

Just as Mr. Doreson was lost in almost torturous thoughts, the door was pushed open.

He looked up and saw his daughter walking in, dressed in cloth with a resolute look on her face.

"Aliana, what do you want to see me for?" His voice unconsciously rose a little. "It's time for your etiquette class now!"

"I asked the teacher to go back." Aliena said calmly.

"What did you say?" Mr. Doreson's eyes widened as he approached Aliena. "Are you crazy? If you can't strengthen your etiquette, how can you..."

"That's enough, Daddy. I don't want to be your caged bird anymore."

Aliena shook her head and looked at her father with a determined expression.

Mr. Doreson, who was disobeyed, was instantly petrified. The next second, he let out a hysterical roar:

"Why choose this time! Why choose this time! We are about to lose our ability to protect ourselves! If you don't find someone to rely on, you will lose your current life!"

"I don't want a life like this," Aliena shook her head. "Marrying a nobleman I don't like, spending every day at a salon and having parties? Dad, I don't want that."

"I'm doing this for your own good!" Mr. Doreson roared.

"Thank you, Dad," Aliena smiled, "but I have to go now."

"Go? Where do you want to go?"

"Go to the clinic and be a doctor."

Aliena smiled, but her smile didn't diminish at all as she looked at Mr. Doreson's face, which was distorted by anger.

"You've always been the one protecting me, but I really don't like my current life."

“I want to protect others, too.”

"With Aunt County Magistrate gone, perhaps Winter County will be more peaceful in the future?"

"In that case, I'll do my part."

At this moment, another person walked in: it was the head maid of the Jadeti mansion, carrying Alena's suitcase.

Aliena smiled at her father again, then turned and walked towards the door.