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

It is not very eye-catching at ordinary times, but if used properly, it can make people jaw-dropping.

"Breakthrough Preparation..."

"Three...two...one..."

As the countdown ended, a "boom" sound came from the floor under Dawn's feet, followed by messy shouts.

Vivian broke through the main gate, and all the wizards' firepower was attracted.

The next second, Dawn gracefully played the five strings in the air, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped a ball of purple light in the air.

——Five-string magic, "Gravity Torrent".

A purple halo burst out of his eyes, and the next second, the floor beneath his feet exploded with him as the center, forming a perfect circle!

The broken floor tiles were pulled by the purple light, moving rapidly upwards and hitting the ceiling of the third floor.

Dawn fell among the chaotic debris and landed in the middle of the second floor.

——That is, among those suspects!

All the suspects were fighting against Vivian who burst in from the door, not considering the possibility that a "bell guard" would fall directly among them.

Before they could react, Dawn snapped her fingers and swung her wand violently—

"Om-"

The purple halo spread out, and gravity instantly grasped four of the five suspects.

Dawn flicked his wand, and they instantly flew off in all directions—

"boom--"

One person was thrown violently against the wall, his limbs twisted;

One person was pressed hard to the floor, his chest making a sound of bones breaking;

Two unlucky guys were stuck to the ceiling, making suffocating hisses in their throats.

Only one person was still moving. He was wearing a yellow robe and golden flames were burning in his eyes.

The last survivor used a golden-sand-like scepter to block Vivian's attacks while resisting Dawn's gravity, with no fear on his slightly weathered face.

"Golden eyes? You remind me of a fellow disciple!" Dawn shouted.

The saint took action. He snapped his fingers and the raging fire engulfed Vivian, who retreated for the time being.

He took the opportunity to turn around, and the golden sand condensed into armor on his body, forming armor like a jackal!

No! It was almost like a jackal's armor.

Because just when his armor was about to be completed, an explosion sounded from outside the window, and a pure golden flame shattered the window and immediately pierced through the saint's abdomen.

He groaned, and the golden sand armor collapsed into dust, falling to the ground.

Before he could react again, Dawn swung his wand violently—

"boom!"

A ray of purple light hit him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Dawn stepped forward, turned the Saint's body over, and after confirming that he was unconscious, he exhaled and looked out the window:

"Nice support, senpai."

"You are welcome."

On the roof of a townhouse across the street, Alice lightly flicked the spark on her wand and put it into her sleeve.

"Search the house to find out what they are smuggling."

......

8) Flowers, the Sun, and You (Part 8) -5k- (Level Up Plus)

The raid was very sudden. It took only two hours from receiving the intelligence to executing the mission, and it was a great success.

In terms of execution, Alice gave herself a full score for the first time in a long time.

The intelligence comes from the Holy Tree Church's reconnaissance system. The young nuns who have obtained Arya's dark elf power often go in and out of the streets and alleys of the academy and bring a lot of key information to the church.

As the "Bell Keeper", although Alice spends most of her time in and out of the Goddess's "Holy Spirit Church", she still keeps an eye on the information of the little nuns.

After all, there are a large number of people, and children are not easy to attract attention, so it is often possible to collect some small information from corners.

That was how Alice got the key information for today—

——An imperial cargo ship that landed from the Kingdom of Messina was carrying unknown contraband, and several imperial soldiers successfully transported these contraband into the Citadel through the underground system.

In fact, these were just a few words uttered by an imperial spy while drinking, but they were heard by an informant who happened to be serving dishes in the bar.

It was foolish to go to a bar with such an important mission and get drunk...

After learning the news, Alice immediately gathered the available "Bell Guardians" and carried out a precise raid based on the intelligence provided by the "Holy Tree Cult".

The result was zero casualties and perfect protection on site.

"What do you mean by zero casualties... I even got burned..."

Vivian blew on her fair little hand aggrievedly, pouting her lips as she showed Alice the wound:

"It will be better if Alice kisses me..."

"..." Alice's eyes fell on Vivian's hand, and then she saw a few tiny scars, so small that she couldn't see clearly without squinting.

Under her gaze, the scar...healed automatically.

"You reacted quickly, Vivian," Alice chuckled. "If it had been any later, your wound would have healed on its own. I almost wouldn't have been able to see it."

"Eh~ How did it heal on its own..." Vivian glanced at her hand and sighed, "I could have been treated as a wounded soldier and applied for a work-related injury... The 'Holy Spirit Church' would have provided some consolation money... Professor Merlin could have also taken some of the money he used to buy the pudding... What a waste..."

Alice controlled the curve of her lips, trying not to smile too obviously. She then turned to look at Dawn beside her.

"Any progress, fellow student?"

"I think I'm almost there... The signs of gravity are obvious..."

On the side, Dawn was gently stroking the wall with his hand, his eyes closed, and the place where his hand touched the wall was covered with a faint purple light.

Suddenly, as if he discovered something, he opened his eyes and hooked his hand——

"Om-"

A brick flew out with gravity and fell to the ground. Behind the brick, a small dark compartment was revealed.

"These Imperials are quite cautious," Alice glanced at the unconscious smugglers who were tied together unconsciously, "but it's not enough."

Dawn briefly inspected the small compartment, then pulled out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on himself.

"Come to think of it, Senior, where did you get this information? The Holy Spirit Church's intelligence system hasn't responded yet..."

"What do you think? Could it be obtained by praying to the evil god?" Alice raised her eyebrows.

"What are you talking about... How could someone like Senior be involved with cultists..." Dawn laughed.

He stretched out his hand and began to search the cubicle intently, not noticing the slightly raised corners of Alice's mouth when he turned his head away.

"Vivian, have their wounds stopped?" Alice turned her head.

"Stop it! I was thinking of tearing my arm off, but after thinking it over, I decided to freeze it." Vivian smiled foolishly. "Hehe, I don't really want to touch them. Sorry..."

"That's okay. Let's leave it to the church's medical staff." Alice glanced at the scum with disgust. "They'll give us an advantage in the public opinion arena. Think about it, five spies, one of whom is a saint."

Judging from the fact that the number of spies is still increasing, even though the Academy has obtained the "Storm Beacon" and has the power to control the storm, the Imperials have not slackened their infiltration of the Academy.

This can be considered bad news.

At this moment, Dawn on the side suddenly exclaimed:

"I found it."

Alice turned her head and saw Dawn pulling out a wooden box covered with white dust from the compartment.

He lifted the box with difficulty, put it on the ground, and clapped his hands.

"Ah... the smuggled items haven't been unpacked yet..."

"Your gravitational locating method is quite accurate," Alice said. "It saves me from having to use the Dagger of Truth."

"Thank you for letting me do that. I also have to thank you for giving the juniors the opportunity to perform."

Dawn said as he squatted down and tapped the wooden box gently.

He closed his eyes, felt the gravity, and said after a moment:

"Preliminary inspection shows no danger, so you can open the box."

"Vivian, open it," Alice said.

"I'm coming."

Vivian walked up to him, stretched out her hand, and an ice dagger condensed in her hand.

She thrust the dagger into the edge of the box and pried it open with force. With a bang, the lid flew off.

Alice and Dawn raised their wands and looked at the contents of the box vigilantly. When dealing with smuggled goods, necessary caution must be exercised.

Many smuggled items are concealed in dangerous ways. If the gases emitted from them come into contact with the air, they will continue to spread and pollute. The "Bell Guardians" need to seal them immediately.

Alice stared at the box, watching the smoke gradually dissipate, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

However, when the smoke completely dissipated, she frowned:

"Is this... a verse of poetry?"

......

Nefera Beta School of Magic.

In the back garden after the rain, Merlin, dressed in formal attire, was standing in a corner of the garden, gazing at the flowers.

In that inconspicuous corner, a small white flower was swaying in the breeze, with crystal dewdrops still remaining on the petals.

“May the Spirit nourish you.”

Merlin muttered softly, turning around as a broom dropped from the sky and landed in front of him.

Alice jumped off her broom and walked over quickly, holding a file bag with occult runes burned on it.

Seeing this, Merlin straightened his hat and took the initiative to step forward:

"Alice, my most lovely student, what bad things happened in the city again?"

"Possible spiritual contamination," Alice said, handing the file to Merlin without further ado. "I suspect the situation is serious."

Merlin took the file bag, glanced at the description on it, and saw that the date was today.

"At this point in time...I'm afraid this is sending some signals..."

"what do you mean...?"

Merlin didn't say anything. He pulled out his wand and waved it gently, clearing the water droplets on the chair next to him, then sat down on the chair.

He opened the file bag, took out the handwritten scripture inside, and began to read:

"...I have wings...flying is my mission...ah, isn't this a poem written by the Imperial Artist, Letus Agomont?"

"Yes, this is the cargo transported by the smugglers who sneaked into the academy today," Alice nodded seriously. "A group of smugglers landed at the port of Messina Kingdom and went through untold hardships to sneak into the academy just to bring these things in..."

"These poems have been popular in the Citadel for a long time. Though the lyrics are simple, the melodies have captivated countless people. Even on the streets, you can often hear people humming them..."

In the realm of string magic, any form can be a medium to trigger natural authority, including singing.

Creatures like the Storm Narwhal use their whale song to pry the strings, while dragons use their roar or the vibration frequency of their membrane wings.

Alice had been suspicious of this inexplicably popular melody, but she couldn't find any suspicious points.

Now, she is convinced that the poems’ inexplicable popularity involves a massive pollution outbreak.

"What do you think?" said Alice.

"It's a shame I can't see more from these lyrics..."

Merlin shook his head.

"You know, although I'm an expert in mysticism, I'm not an expert in everything. Every profession has its own specializations. We need someone with a deeper understanding of the Imperial Scriptures to serve as our consultants."