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

Gathering his thoughts, Xingmo continued reading:

"I heard that you investigated the 'Temple of Saint Nero' in Winter County. This really shocked me, because it is not an ordinary place."

"I have also done a lot of research on the history of the ancient Age of Gods, but I have been lacking some relevant evidence. I really hope to communicate with you in this regard."

"So, taking advantage of my position, I applied for your entry. Recently, there have been very few cases of Nightmare Syndrome in Singara, and even the most outstanding doctors have difficulty treating this disease. Your reputation in Winter County has earned you entry."

"Please don't think of this as me helping you. After all, you have proven something with your own abilities."

Mr. Luffy is truly a humble scholar...Xingmo couldn't help but admire the humility and wisdom in his writing.

The second half of the letter mostly shared some experiences. Mr. Luffy told Xingmo that if they took the steam train to New Garo, there might be some festivals passed down from the Garo Kingdom in some of the towns along the way.

Seeing this, Xingmo realized that it was almost New Year's Eve.

It's really fast...

"..."

After reading Mr. Luffy's letter, Xingmo took a deep breath, then stood up and walked out the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by Aurora, who was holding two cups of hot cocoa.

"Hurry up, come and see how we do!"

The little guy excitedly raised the cup and handed it to Xingmo.

Xing Mo took the cup, took a sip, and clicked his tongue:

"Not bad, about five points of my skill."

"We've already done it exactly the same!" Aurora protested.

"Hahahaha, great, great~"

Looking at Xingmo's smirk, Aurora puffed out her cheeks and tilted her head slightly:

"You seem very happy, what happened?"

"nothing."

Xing Mo shook her head, turned around, and looked out the window at the snowy sky.

"Just...saying goodbye."

...END...

6) Storm Performer -4k-

In the center of the hall of the Holy Spirit Church, Alice Pucht stared quietly at the statue at the end of the hall with a calm expression.

It was a statue of the "Star Sea Goddess": a constellation totem formed by a series of star rays, with six pairs of wings scattered irregularly among the starlight.

In the past, whenever Alice saw this statue of the god, a mixture of peace and piety would always well up in her heart, as if the starry sky was protecting her and everyone in the Citadel at that moment.

But now, she seems to have lost this state of mind.

The starry sky is fake... The goddess is the murderer of the angels... When the dark side of the world is revealed, the girl who has always been calm in the past also feels panic and shock for a short time.

But she didn't have time to panic, because she was the "bell guardian", a sister, a lover, and a daughter.

She has many missions, but few of them are for her own benefit.

And until now, this mission continues to drive her and makes it impossible for her to stop.

Fortunately, at this time, on the other side of the continent, someone was accompanying her.

"call...."

Alice took a deep breath and relaxed.

She nodded calmly to the goddess, then turned and walked up to the second floor of the church from the spiral staircase on the side.

The candlelight on the second floor was much dimmer than that on the first floor. The pale golden flame accompanied by incense gave the entire corridor a hazy sacred atmosphere.

Alice walked down the corridor and knocked on the door at the end.

"Please come in."

A gentle, old voice sounded from behind the door. Alice pushed the door open and saw the old man standing in the middle of the room.

The old man was wearing a white robe and had a full beard. He wore small round-framed glasses on his high nose bridge, and there was a wise light in his eyes behind the lenses.

He was holding a book and waving his staff in the center of the magic circle. From time to time, mysterious symbols emerged from the ground and formed geometric shapes in the air that Alice didn't quite understand.

The Archbishop of the "Star Sea Church", Roberts Sean.

He is the most senior person in the entire academy besides Merlin, and has lived for about a hundred years. He is a veteran who has been in the city since the academy became independent during the "Art Revolution".

This is because he is half light elf, so he has inherited part of the elves' long lifespan.

At the same time, he is a six-string-level "Saint", and considering his attainments in mysticism, his abilities are far superior to those of an average six-string.

"Alice Pucht,"

Roberts turned his head and smiled at Alice:

"It's been a long time since I last saw you, girl from the Pushit family."

"I'm sorry I haven't been visiting you. You know, the storm at sea has caused a lot of trouble." Alice greeted with a smile.

"I understand. This time reminds me of graduation season... Ah, back then I was studying at Garo University. Every time it was time to submit my thesis, I was so busy that I had no time to visit my elders..."

Roberts's face curled into a kind smile, and he winked at Alice in a friendly way:

"So, what makes our young lady come to chat with an old man like me during graduation season?"

"I'll get straight to the point."

Alice walked forward and placed the account book on the desk beside her.

"This is what I have been able to obtain within my ability. It should not be all of Maple Leaf Palace's expenses, but there are already many problems. Please review it."

"Just tell me your conclusion. I trust you." Elder Roberts turned his attention back to the geometric symbols in the air.

Alice considered her words carefully, then spoke word by word:

"Something's not right with Isabella Ducep. She's made a lot of unusually large expenses, and many large items have been recorded in the Maple Leaf Palace's entry and exit records. Even her most trusted butler doesn't know what they are."

"Oh, Isabella never trusts anyone," Elder Roberts murmured, "just as the stars never trust the day."

He shifted his gaze from the geometric figures and walked out of the magic circle. All the light floating in the air suddenly gathered and entered a silver bracelet on his wrist.

"So, you came to me, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to know where the money spent by Maple Leaf Palace goes," Alice said decisively. "A large portion of that money needs to be approved by the White Tower Council. That way, the church should have clear records."

"That's true... That's true..." Elder Roberts nodded.

He turned around and waved his wand, and the stained windows in the room were immediately covered by the bed curtains and were soon shrouded in a layer of pale golden light.

Elder Roberts released the "Star Stream Vision".

This means that he doesn't want the following conversation to be heard by anyone... As Alice was thinking this, Elder Roberts once again returned to the center of the magic circle.

Then, he twirled his wand and plucked five strings in quick succession through the air:

“‘Pure Treasure House’.”

A pale golden light mixed with azure blue emerged from the ground, once again outlining a different geometric shape, but it was more complex and sacred than the previous ones.

Alice knew the function of this string magic: it could mobilize the string array directly below the "Star Sea Church" and read some information stored there.

Of course, this information can also be obtained from the files by manually checking the dates in the archives, but that would be much less efficient.

As a bishop of the church, Mr. Roberts naturally has some privileges.

"Hmm... The search will take some time. I'll record the detailed information..."

Roberts waved his wand, and some of the geometric shapes in the air transformed into characters, which then fluttered like butterflies and scattered towards the desk beside him.

The words made of light were quickly printed on a long roll of parchment, leaving behind light golden marks.

“Thanks for your help…”

Alice was clearly flattered by Elder Roberts's trust:

"I thought... you would ask me more questions?"

"What? Do you think I'm one of those old fogies?" Roberts winked friendly. "Please, I never interfere with young people's affairs. Have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten...but Ms. Isabella's identity is after all..." Alice felt a little embarrassed.

"No matter how special your identity is, as long as you are clean-handed, you won't be afraid of being investigated..."

Roberts smiled and said:

"Furthermore, this is a critical period... While we must strive for unity, we can also allow factors that undermine unity to grow unnecessarily..."

Having said this, Elder Roberts raised his head, looked at a bird-like symbol in the sky, and murmured:

"Speaking of young people, when I was studying at Jialuo University, I witnessed a young man causing a stir..."

Alice's pupils shrank slightly at these words, and she quickly asked:

"The person you are referring to, is it..."

"Ugaon Tukakankion," Elder Roberts murmured, "the current Golden King."

Then, as Elder Roberts spoke, Alice's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light golden sunlight, accompanied by the mixed scent of spices and blood.

"That day, the class was in the middle of the day when the whole city was suddenly put under martial law, and the sound of bells filled the streets and alleys."

"The rebel siege has lasted for several years, but the food reserves in Garo City have supported most people to live a normal life. For a while, we even felt that the war was far away."

"But that day, everything changed. Yellow flags were raised high, smoke rose from every corner of the oasis, and the city's defenders were defeated and soon scattered."

"I vaguely remember the scene when the door of the academy was kicked open. The soldiers in yellow robes rushed in, subdued the teachers, and forced the students into a corner with spears and wands."

"Just as I was about to fight for my life, I saw him."

"The young king walked in. Of course, at that time, he was still called the 'Leader of the Alien Rebels' by the Garo people. He was described as an unforgivable demon who was said to cut the necks of living people and drink their gushing blood."

"But Ugaan Tukakankian was not like that at all. He looked calm and composed, his golden eyes like the reflection of the rising sun. His scorching gaze was so intense that I dared not even look directly at him, even though I had already drawn my wand..."

"And he was truly wrapped in golden sand...living golden sand..."

"Sand Song?" Alice asked.

"It seems you know a lot of hidden knowledge," Elder Roberts nodded with a smile. "Yes, that's the 'Song of the Sand,' said to emanate from the authority of the 'Golden Sun.' It coils around the king's body like a serpent, hissing and roaring."

"At that moment, most students, including me, thought they were going to die."

"But do you know what the king said?"

"He said: Spare these scholars, they are the pioneers of the new world, but kill those stubborn teachers, their butts have been crooked in this life and will never be straightened again."

At this point, Elder Roberts smiled bitterly:

"So, those golden people really treated us students kindly... As a Messina native, I even received better treatment than during the siege... hehe..."

Roberts pushed up his glasses, and the wind and sand seemed to be reflected in his eyes.

"He sounds like a clever man," said Alice.

Roberts nodded:

"Not only is he a smart person, but he is also an unscrupulous person."

"He killed the king with his own hands, placed the crown on his head, and thus became the monarch of Singara."

"You know, the Golden People have long been persecuted by the Garo people. Their men were sent to the mines as slaves, and their women were treated as playthings by the powerful. This is a blood feud."

"According to the Golden People's thirst for revenge, after the fall of New Garo, Ugaan Tukakankian should have carried out ethnic cleansing and made the Garo people pay for their blood debt."

"But guess what he did? After paralyzing the New Garo army, he gathered all the Garo civilians in the square and granted them freedom."

Having said that, Elder Roberts waved his wand, and the teapot on the table automatically poured two cups of tea, one cup flew into his hand and the other flew into Alice's hand.

Alice took the cup of tea and stared at the reflection in it, as if she saw the "Jinsha Revolution" a hundred years ago.

"Didn't his people turn against him?" Alice asked.

Elder Roberts took a sip of tea and continued:

"According to recorded history, no, that period is very vague. But in reality, history is far bloodier than what is recorded."