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

"An accident happened at a campsite. The campsite owner was invaded by nightmares and nearly died."

"If she can't work, then someone else will do it," the Great Sage's voice grew colder. "The Lord does not accept weak-willed believers."

"...Her condition has stabilized and she is recovering."

"Oh?" The Great Sage's tone became erratic, "Recovered... from the nightmare... hehehe..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the rational look in his eyes faded madly, followed by a seemingly endless madness:

"Hahahaha, hahahahahaha! Holy! Great! Supreme!"

"The sun! The black fog! The master of nightmares! The symbol of the solar eclipse!"

"In my chest beats your heart! In your chest lies the world! Life and memory!"

"..."

The people on the other side of the crystal ball hung up the phone. They had long been accustomed to the Great Sage being in this half-crazy, half-sane state. This was determined by the nature of their work.

In the dark room, only the great sage was left laughing madly. His crazy laughter echoed repeatedly in the corridor, falling into the depths of the endless darkness.

And in the depths of that darkness, something seemed to be beating:

"Thump...thump..."

......

Poetry Courtyard-Ring City

"Ahhh~"

The artist Letts Agomont was standing on the terrace, gazing at the sky with drifting clouds and singing with all his heart.

Behind him, two maids held plates filled with fruit and wine and exchanged glances.

Of course, the reason for the exchange of glances was not because they thought the famous singer's voice was so beautiful.

It was because he had almost no clothes on.

"Ah... My singing voice is still as perfect as ever..."

Lights turned around and gave the two maids a smile that he thought was very charming:

"How are you feeling, ladies?"

"It is truly stunning, sir." The two maids spoke in a voice that sounded like they were reading to each other.

And they felt helpless in their hearts - because this so-called artist...sings are actually very bad.

To be precise, his voice training was terrible, and his voice would become hoarse after singing a little higher, so he needed to rely on magic medicine to maintain the condition of his voice.

Add to that his obviously patched-up lyrics and his sickeningly narcissistic demeanor...

...Both maids found it difficult to understand why he was given a separate residence within the Ring City.

But that's also what's weird - even if his singing voice is really terrible, as long as he sings the songs he wrote... they will unexpectedly make people's hearts move.

This is why he has a great reputation in the Citadel and is known as an artist.

"Ahem, my cough has been a bit severe lately..."

Leites cleared his throat:

"Um... give me a glass of wine, I..."

Leites held out his hand, gave the maid another smile that he obviously thought was charming, and winked.

The maid almost vomited, but still handed over the tray of wine:

"Please..."

However, the moment Lights' hand touched the cup, he suddenly fell to the ground, knocking over the plate in the woman's hand.

The wine splashed in the air like blood, splashing all over the maid. The thrown glass spun in the air and hit Letes' head accurately.

"Boom~"

"Sir! Sir, are you okay?"

The two maids hurriedly squatted down to check on the distinguished artist, only to find him curled up on the ground, his eyes closed, trembling constantly:

"Mom! Mom! Mommy, woooo ...

Maid: “…”

The giant baby face presented by the artist really made the two maids feel extremely disgusted, as if they had encountered something dirty on the street and had to avoid it quickly.

"I don't want to touch him..." A maid said with a frown, "Just ask the doctor to come..."

"Good idea," another maid nodded, "Just say his illness is strange and you dare not touch him."

"That's right, it's so disgusting..."

"..."

So, the great artist Letos Agomont convulsed on the terrace for a full fifteen minutes until the doctor arrived.

The gentleman in the white robe squatted down and conducted a series of examinations on Lights, then came to the conclusion with horror:

"This...is nightmare!"

"Is there any hope?" the maid shouted, with a pleading gleam in her eyes.

"This... I... I can't cure it anyway," the doctor looked away. "Maybe I need to find a sage from the Wisdom Hall, or..."

The doctor sighed deeply, then took out a pen and paper and quickly drafted a letter:

"In short, we need to ask for support from Conghuitang first. I can only take some basic measures..."

"If it's difficult, it's okay not to do it." Another maid said in a low voice.

The doctor's mouth twitched slightly, but he still began to rescue this...boldly dressed artist.

He used all the means in his medical kit and carried out preliminary medical measures, but the best he could do was to stop Lester's illness from getting worse.

However, after the doctor completed the measures, Lester suddenly closed his eyes and yelled:

"It's so big! So big! So big! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

doctor:"......"

Maid: "..."

They didn't know what Lester dreamed about, but all in all...it seemed like it would be pretty exciting.

"Doctor, please go ahead and take care of yourself. We'll go to the door to pick up the sage..." The two maids said this and left the terrace at the speed of light.

Watching their receding backs, the doctor sighed, then turned around and began to set up a basic spiritual force field with his wand.

More than ten minutes later, a sage from the Hall of Wisdom came to the terrace, led by the maids.

He squatted down and checked Lights' body, then took out his wand and closed his eyes:

"Be quiet," he said. "I want to see his dreams, so I can see how powerful the nightmare is..."

The doctor and the maid nodded in awe, thinking that he was indeed a sage. He started with a dream-peek method, wanting to break into the artist's dream to find a solution.

The three of them were in awe, and their imaginations ran wild - what on earth did this guy dream about?

"..."

The sage silently placed the tip of his wand on Lights's head, closed his eyes, and imagined an endless environment like a sea of ​​stars in his mind.

He felt his spirit spreading out from around his body, and his flow space gradually merged with Lights's spirit, feeling...

The next second, he suddenly jumped up and fell to the ground:

"It's huge!" he roared.

Maid: "..."

doctor:"......"

What on earth were they dreaming about? What on earth were they dreaming about? The three of them had expressions of fear on their faces.

"In his dream... there was a huge three-eyed giant..." The sage raised his head, his voice trembling.

Oh...it turns out that the three-eyed giant has grown very big...The maid and the doctor both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you heal him?" The maid's voice was filled with strong anticipation.

"No... This is a very powerful nightmare. Even I might not be able to solve it..."

The sage sighed, lamenting his own incompetence:

"The nightmare has penetrated deep into his spirit... even becoming one with him to a certain extent..."

"Hasn't he had these symptoms before? New Galo has seen a large number of nightmare cases in recent months, but most of them progress gradually. In the early stages, they can be suppressed with special aromatherapy. But according to Mr. Lights's condition..."

The two maids looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"He just had the attack today, and suddenly collapsed there..."

"That's a bit... weird..." The sage stroked his goatee and sighed.

"It seems that we can only ask for external help..."

"External help?" The doctor beside him was confused. "If even you from the Conghui Hall can't cure him, then..."

"A doctor recently came into New Garo," the sage murmured, "and she solved a case of advanced nightmare this morning..."

"...Her name is Jadeti."

......

"A new commission, coming so soon?"

Xing Mo looked at the messenger flying towards the horizon, opened the envelope in his hand and began to read.

Aurora was jumping around on the side.

"Let's see! Let's see!"

"Oh, that artist you tortured finally got sick," Xingmo said, throwing the letter to Aurora. "I thought it would take a while."

Aurora took the letter and read the various honorifics... the various wordings... the various requests...

Happy.

"These sages are quite good at adapting to changing circumstances. They treated the little saint so badly before, but now they know how to speak nicely."

Aurora covered her mouth and chuckled.

"After all, I did make some progress this morning." Xing Mo also smiled.

She threw the letter casually, and it was wrapped in flames in the air and burned to ashes.

"Come to think of it, your mimic nightmare shouldn't kill him, right?" Xing Mo asked, turning around.

"No, I will only tear him apart and put him back together again in my dreams," Aurora's smile grew even brighter, "but I won't destroy his spirit."

Xing Mo: “…”

She opened and closed her mouth, and finally managed to say:

"So, it's okay if we don't rush to find him right now, right?"

"You can go find him anytime you want. I don't believe anyone can defeat my Mimic Nightmare~" Aurora whistled.

"I can rest assured that."

Xingmo closed her eyes, mourning for the artist who looked flamboyant but was actually just a simple villain, then turned her head to look at the surrounding city area:

"Now, we have to go to the high-level alchemy workshop first."

......

The high-level alchemy workshop is located on the top floor of Mr. Luffy's mansion, almost at the same height as the city wall.

Led by the maid, Xingmo and Aurora arrived at the door of the high-level alchemy workshop.

Two ancient-looking stone slabs formed the entrance to the alchemy room. Various ancient inscriptions were engraved on the stone slabs and some colorful gems were inlaid.

The gems emitted a faint glow in the darkness, and thin streams of light flowed along the lines on the stone slabs and gathered into a net.

On both sides of the two doors, a complex bronze mechanical structure constitutes the power device of the door. On the side wall, there is a complex instrument panel with various values ​​marked on it, including the spiritual power abundance in the laboratory, pollution index and other parameters.

This is indeed the standard configuration of a high-level alchemy workshop - the alchemical plaque, which is a door with the power of "sealing" in the mystical sense.