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

Aurora looked up at the mansion with Xingmo, and at the same time reached out to hand the letter to Xingmo. The latter snapped his fingers tacitly, causing the flames to burn the letter.

"I didn't expect we'd catch such a big fish so quickly."

"..."

Without further hesitation, the two entered the mansion through the main gate.

After knocking on the door, a full half minute passed before the maid finally opened the door:

"Hello, is this Dr. Jiedeti?"

"It's me," Xingmo nodded, "Take me in, where is the patient?"

"Please follow me. It's on the second floor."

"......"

Following the maid, Xingmo and Aurora came to the bedroom on the second floor of the mansion and saw the great artist lying on the terrace.

Letos Agomont was lying on the terrace, his face sleeping peacefully...

No! Not peaceful at all! The corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, and his face was covered in snot and tears.

A sage and a doctor were squatting beside him, ready to rescue him at any time.

"Why don't you put him on the bed?" Xingmo turned to the maid beside her.

"Because..." the maid hesitated, "It's too... too dirty..."

"Ah?" Xing Mo's eyes widened slightly.

The maid waved her hands quickly:

"No, no, no, I mean, the bed is too dirty and hasn't been cleaned in time. I'm afraid it will cause further infection to the owner."

Xing Mo's eyes swept over the maid's appearance with Garo features and cleared her throat:

"Then please go out first. I need a quiet space for the consultation."

Her eyes fell on the sage and the doctor, and she nodded:

"You two too."

"Can't we observe for a moment?" The sage pleaded, "Um...we..."

"I think his nightmares may be caused by a completely new variant," Xing Mo said, looking more serious. "If it gets out of control, it is very likely to have some impact on the real world, including but not limited to evil spirit possession, ancient god pollution leakage, and..."

"Let's leave now!"

Before Xing Mo finished speaking, everyone in the room ran out like the afterimage, closing the door with a bang.

Her mouth was still open, but she didn't say the series of clichés she had prepared, which made her feel very depressed.

"Pfft..." Aurora was amused by the appearance of her little saint, "Little saint, you're embarrassed."

"I finally learned how to lie..." Xingmo puffed up one cheek, "...Do you know how difficult it is for a good student?"

"But for a follower of the evil god, this is an indispensable skill!" Aurora put her hands on her hips.

"What we are doing now is indeed like a cult..."

Xingmo walked to the terrace, squatted beside the great artist, and looked at his painful appearance.

"How about this? Wake him up first, then ask politely?"

"This is too much trouble~" Aurora muttered, "It's hard for people in dreams to lie, remember?"

"Well...after all, most people can't realize that they are actually in a dream."

Xing Mo sighed, then stretched out his hand in the air, and the shape of a giant green tree was outlined on the back of his hand.

"So, enter his dream and torture him directly?"

"It seems to be the best solution~" Aurora smiled lightly.

The next second, deep darkness spread out before Xingmo's eyes like ink, swallowing her up in an instant.

When she came to her senses, she found herself standing among green mountains and rivers, with the sun and the moon hanging in the sky at the same time, and the earth was covered with strange flowers.

"How is it? The dream we gave you is a good treat, right?"

Xingmo turned around and saw Aurora, wearing a garland on her head and adorned with emerald green plants, standing beside her, looking at her with a smile.

"You still have time to change clothes?" Xing Mo muttered.

"How is it? Pretty, right~" Aurora turned around.

"So cute, just like a kitten." Xingmo smiled gently.

She smiled, but Aurora's expression froze slightly, and her little mouth pouted slightly.

The next second, Aurora snapped her fingers, and her outfit changed back to the little dress she wore in the outside world.

"Why did it change back again?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

"It's alright!" Aurora turned around angrily. "Well, let's go and see the guests in the dreamland."

The little guy seemed to be in a bad mood again, turned around and walked away, which made Xingmo very puzzled.

Huh? Why don't you like the compliments on her clothes?

This little idiot... Xingmo muttered and followed Aurora.

After climbing over a small hill in the dream, there is an endless field before my eyes. The colorful and dreamy grass stretches to the horizon, swaying in the brilliant sunshine.

And on that meadow, Xingmo saw the great artist Letes Agomont:

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Mommy!! Mommy!!!"

"Uooooooa ...

Two huge figures were standing on both sides of the grass, one on the left and one on the right. Xing Mo looked closely and found that they were two "three-eyed giants", the same type as the Red Moon Sect.

And they were playing badminton... No, football? Uh... elbow basketball?

In short, Leites was flying in various forms, acting as a sphere between the two people.

He was torn apart and reassembled over and over again, and the scene was magnificent.

Xing Mo: “…”

Xiao Xingmo was shocked. She glanced at Aurora beside her, and her eyes suddenly became strange.

"What?" Aurora chuckled and tilted her head. "It wasn't my order, was it? I just put the three-eyed giant into his dream, I didn't give him any orders."

Good man... You are just like putting a human and a tiger in the same cage... Does the tiger need to be commanded before it can eat the human?

Xing Mo cleared her throat and said weakly:

"Anyway, how about we put him down first...?"

"Oh, sure."

Aurora snapped her fingers, and the next second, the two giants froze and then disappeared.

The great artist's body fell to the ground in pieces, and with a flash of light, he was put together again.

Aurora stretched out her hand, framing the entire plain in a small circle formed by her index finger and thumb. Then, she slowly expanded the small circle, and the distant plain was instantly pulled in front of her.

Xing Mo only felt that the scenery in front of her eyes was rapidly enlarging and distorting. When she came to her senses, she was already standing in front of Lights.

Is this the power of dream authority... manipulating dreams... distorting them at will... Xingmo recorded it in his mind.

"Wake up," Aurora muttered, watching the great artist twitching on the ground. "Humans aren't that fragile."

"Wuwuwuwu..." Letes burst into tears, "Mom..."

"I feel like I've tortured myself too much..." Xing Mo whispered, "Can I really remain completely sane like this?"

Aurora smiled slightly:

"Well, actually, we've already seen some of his memory fragments, so we didn't put any restrictions on the three-eyed giant..."

"Memory fragments?" Xing Mo frowned slightly. "What did you see?"

"Some of his actions, and...his sins."

Aurora waved her hand gently, and Letes floated up, his body trembling slightly in the air.

"Dreams are reflections of memories, and naturally they contain pathways to them," Aurora said. "Let's take a look at his past."

After saying that, Aurora stretched out her hand and grabbed Lights' chest. With a sudden pull, a green halo burst out from his chest.

The light swallowed up Xingmo, and the space in front of him began to distort, like a stone falling into the water, and waves of ripples spread out.

After the picture froze, Xingmo found herself standing in a small room.

The small room was shabby and looked extremely poor, not at all as luxurious as the mansion where Wrights lived now.

Lytes was sitting at a table in the corner of the room, writing furiously and mumbling strange melodies.

Behind him, a man and a woman whose faces were unclear were shouting loudly:

"...Go find a job at the port! Stop daydreaming!"

"...You can't do it! Don't waste your time!"

"You have no talent..."

Simple furniture, broken tables and chairs, and worm-eaten walls, accompanied by the sarcasm of parents.

The word "talent" echoed in the room like the whisper of a demon, repeatedly entering and exiting Lights's left ear.

But he didn't look back at all. He didn't even remember the faces of the two people behind him. Only when the bowls on the table were filled would his eyes move away from the manuscript.

The next second, time froze, and Xingmo saw Aurora walk out from the edge of her vision and stop beside Lights' desk.

"He was once very poor," Aurora said, "and he was obsessed with his creations."

The girl squatted down, picked up a scattered manuscript paper from the ground, and unfolded it:

"But he really doesn't have any talent," Aurora showed Xingmo the manuscript. "Look, his words are all patched together from other people's works, and some of them haven't changed much."

"Even if he wrote so much?" Xing Mo looked at the pile of manuscript paper.

"He did try hard, but he also did lose his way," Aurora nodded, "and then..."

Following Aurora's thoughts, the color in Xingmo's eyes changed again:

The shadows grew darker, the lights grew whiter, and the scene soon blurred into a chaotic mass of colors.

When the blocks of color took shape again, Xingmo found herself standing outside the theater.

With a "bang", Lights was kicked out, and the manuscript paper scattered all over the ground and flew all over the sky.

He struggled to get up, gathered the manuscripts in his arms, and muttered repeatedly:

"No... please... just take a look... I wrote all of these... they have meaning... they are..."

"Don't waste your time," a pair of eyes shone brightly in the shadows of the theater door. "Inferior goods don't deserve to be exposed. Your poems are not popular, and your lyrics lack spirituality."

"They mean something... They mean something... I don't... I'm not..." Lights murmured.

The eyes in the gate disappeared, and the door was tightly closed, leaving only Lights kneeling in the street.

Amidst the bustling crowd, he was frantically collecting manuscript paper on the ground, with only fanaticism in his eyes.

The manuscript papers were trampled over and over again by passers-by, leaving dirty shoe prints on the papers.

But he still picked up the manuscripts without any care, held them in his arms, and treated them as treasures.

Across the crowd, Xingmo stared at the figure, with no idea what emotion was in her eyes.

"Are you feeling sorry for him?" Aurora's voice came from behind.

"I just think he seems to be very passionate about it," Xing Mo shook her head, "It would be too cruel to treat him like this."

"Passion shouldn't be an excuse for irresponsibility," Aurora said calmly. "Little Saint, are you so passionate about dark magic that you'd disregard the safety of the people in the Citadel and delve into it anyway?"

"Of course not," Xingmo sighed, "Yes, you are right."

He is indeed pitiful, but what he did is certainly not right.

As a human being, responsibility comes first, and ideals come second.

If you are unable to maintain a normal life, if you are unable to provide for your parents' long-term well-being, it is also a disrespect to your own dreams.

How to pursue your dreams without better conditions?