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

Every step she took was heavy - maybe she looked relaxed, but she had made a great determination to make her current decision.

The current plan had been quietly taking shape ever since she heard that her father was colluding with the sheriff to escape.

But Aliena knew that if her father hadn't lit the fireplace for her, she wouldn't have survived even a week in the freezing cold of Winter County.

Until she saw the doctor.

At first, she treated the doctor as the same as her etiquette teacher: polite, obedient to the powerful, and using his superficial appearance to make a living.

But she didn't expect Dr. Jie Deti to be so calm and composed. It seemed that everything around her was nothing but smoke as she walked through time, and she was just doing what she should do.

Not to mention...she openly rejected enormous benefits and was not afraid of authority.

That day, when Dr. Jadati was called into the room by County Mayor Jamila for a talk, Alena was actually eavesdropping outside.

When Alena heard that County Governor Jamila was going to spend money to buy the potion that could drive away nightmares, her heart sank.

She had seen too many people fall into depravity. Her father had once been a hero, starting from scratch and owning his own fleet in maritime trade, having achieved several class leaps.

People like my father couldn't withstand the corruption of power.

But that day, Dr. Jie Daiti calmly refused.

When she left, Aliena hid in a corner, watching her leisurely back, and it seemed as if something in her heart was rekindled.

That is courage, the courage to say no.

And now, as she stepped out of the threshold of her father's office, she would take that step.

"..."

Looking at his daughter's back as she left, Mr. Doreson wanted to bang the table, smash things, and scold his daughter for being ungrateful.

Suddenly, the headless corpse of County Chief Jamila flashed before his eyes, leaving him with a dazed look.

Protect her... Can I really protect her?

By doing that before...were you really protecting her?

"and many more..."

Mr. Doreson called out to Aliena, who turned around in surprise and found her father with a calm expression.

After thinking for a while, Mr. Doreson forced a smile and whispered:

"Then... Dad will take you there."

"Okay?"

......

5) Winter's Legacy (Part 9) -4k- (2-in-1)

“Is the beef brisket stew with potatoes delicious?”

"delicious!"

Little Angel, who was standing at the door of the mansion, threw herself into Xingmo's arms with a blushing face and rubbed her belly with her head.

The little girl's illness has been completely cured, and under the influence of the "language of flowers", her soul is intact.

At this moment, the aunt from the orphanage came to pick her up from the hospital.

"Sister, can I come and play with you in the future?"

Sister Xiao An raised her head and looked at Xingmo with her big watery eyes.

But faced with such a simple question, Xingmo was speechless for a moment.

She would be leaving Wintershire soon.

Seeing Xingmo's embarrassed expression, the aunt behind her immediately stretched out her hand and said:

"Anjie, don't disturb my sister."

"It's okay," Xingmo looked up and smiled at her aunt, "It's okay."

She squatted down, gently rubbed Anjie's head, and looked straight into her eyes seriously:

"Sister may... be away for a long time, but she will be back soon."

"Ah..." Anjie looked a little disappointed, "Where are you going, sister?"

"We need to go to a place where there are many sick people," Xing Mo smiled slightly. "Look, the number of patients here has decreased a lot. So should I rush to the next place? I'm a doctor..."

"Sister isn't a doctor," Anjie shook her head. "Sister is an angel!"

I'm not even a demigod... Xingmo smiled bitterly, then nodded:

"Then little Anjie will also become someone else's angel, okay?"

She put her ear close to little Anjie's mouth and whispered:

"Remember our secret spell."

The secret spell refers to a series of prayers directed to the "Lord of Dreams". If any power related to the "Invisible Mist" invades Wintershire, the children will have a reliable means to inform Aurora.

In this way, at least we can ensure that Winter County remains a pure land.

"Yeah, I remember."

Little Angel nodded, and at this time, a carriage stopped on the road.

The car door opened and Alena got out, followed by Xingmo's maid.

She saw Xing Mo at the door, and her slightly dim eyes immediately lit up a little:

"Miss Jiedeti, I'm here."

The girl came up to Xingmo and said to the aunt and little Anjie standing beside her:

"You two, if you don't mind, please take my carriage back."

"Thank you..." Auntie was a little hesitant.

"You're welcome," Aliena winked. "From now on, I'll be Miss Jadeti's student!"

"Wow...Sister is amazing..."

Little Angela smiled at Alena, then turned to Xingmo again and waved:

"Then...goodbye, Sister Jiedeti."

"Goodbye." Xing Mo smiled back, raised her hand and waved.

After Auntie left in the carriage with little Anjie, Alena stepped forward and handed a bag to Xingmo:

"Ms. Jiedeti, this was found among the belongings of County Governor Jamila."

"Most of those ancient books were unwanted, so I used my own pocket money to buy them..."

Xing Mo took the bag with some surprise, opened it and saw that it was indeed full of thick ancient books.

What a surprise... I was planning to find time to search around Jamila's house... I didn't expect this young lady to buy it and give it to me...

"Thank you, this is very useful." Xingmo raised her head and smiled at Alena, "Then... I'll take it."

"It's not out of respect, after all, I have to study with you for a while..." Aliena's face flushed slightly, "Shall we...shall we go in?"

"it is good."

Xingmo turned around and was about to lead Alena into the mansion, but she noticed a surge of spiritual pressure coming from the window of the house.

She looked up and saw Aurora looking out through the crack in the curtains with a resentful look in her eyes.

Xing Mo: “…”

......

"Another mistake. If I had known earlier, I would have gone there myself."

"Stop comparing yourself to others."

"Hey, what's there to compare? We've already won."

Inside the workshop, Aurora was sitting on Xingmo's lap, her small and soft body, the curve of her back pressed against Xingmo.

This little guy is sticking to me.

At this moment, the two were reading together the books that once belonged to Jamila's mansion, reading at a very fast speed.

How fast? Xingmo just flipped through the pages, quickly turning over ten or so, while Aurora, sitting on her lap, stared at the pages intently.

"Can you really read it?" Xing Mo was very skeptical.

"This book tells the history of the ancient Garo people," Aurora said, "from their rise to their fall. It explains the class concepts and cultural customs of the Garo people from various perspectives."

"That's quite detailed..." Xing Mo sighed, "Then the next one."

Aurora's reading speed was indeed terrifying. After just over ten minutes, five or six books were put aside.

Most of those books are about astronomy, humanities, history and other fields. It is obvious that the county governor is also keen on improving himself in his spare time.

But most of these books are useless. What Xingmo wants to find is Jamila's true legacy.

After all, she was a dancer from the palace, so she would have some hidden goods no matter what.

This little private stuff is what is truly valuable.

Generally speaking, the poor desire money, the rich desire power, and those in power pursue transcendence.

For someone like Jamila who relies on her beauty to get to the top, she must have a dream of regaining her beauty after falling into poverty.

And this dream can be accomplished very easily by using extraordinary means:

"found it!"

Aurora quickly finished reading a book and found a slightly thicker page among hundreds of yellowed pages.

"There are two pictures stuck together, and the front and back contents don't connect, which means there's something inside."

"It's really precise..." Xing Mo exclaimed.

She picked up the piece of paper and plucked the Starlight String, causing the tip of her wand to emit a thin halo of golden light.

Then, she used the golden light to cut the two pieces of paper apart, revealing the interlayer between them.

It was a transparent sheet as thin as a cicada's wing, and it looked like it was made of some kind of crystal, with the contents recorded in fine inscriptions.

Aurora got up from Xingmo's legs and handed over a clamp from the side. Xingmo used the clamp to take out the crystal slice and placed it on the workshop table.

She turned on the desk lamp and began to carefully decipher the words on it.

However, when the first line of words came into view, Xing Mo was stunned:

"Demigod-level elixir."

......

"Demigod", in mysticism, refers to a being with half the status of a god, generally referring to a creature with a string-driving index of seven or eight strings.

All things have spirits, and the degree to which the soul perceives the authority of nature varies, which also gives different creatures different abilities to control the strings.

For example, most dragons are born with the ability to control strings at the level of a "saint". Their souls are naturally powerful, and their roars can stimulate the resonance of strings in the air at a specific frequency, thus creating string magic such as "dragon flame".

A high starting point means an even higher upper limit. During the heyday of dragons, dragons now classified as "demigod" could be seen in every country, and some dragon kings could even reach the "angel" level.

This is partly because the souls of mythical creatures are naturally more powerful, so the resonance strings they can carry are of a higher order.

On the other hand, because the inspiration of these creatures is mostly lower than that of humans, the degree of madness they can bear is also deeper.

One example is that the Giants of the Giant King's Court can easily reach the level of "demigod", but they are unable to control their power at all and can only use it to cause meaningless destruction.

At the end of the Giant King's court, giants from all major factions were forced to ascend to the rank of "demigods" and used their mad brute force to fight each other until the King's court declined.

In fact, humans are the least suitable to bear the force of resonance strings.

Generally speaking, a wizard with three strings is already of a good level, a wizard with four strings is a genius, and a wizard with six strings is so rare that you can't even find many in a place like the academic city of Academi.

As for the Eight-stringed Demigod, the only known one is Principal Merlin.

Human beings rely on reason to walk on the earth, use knowledge to build countries and expand territories, and are naturally separated from the extraordinary that symbolizes madness.

Therefore, becoming a demigod means embracing madness.

It is very difficult for the fragile human soul to fight against madness.