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

The white dove chirped for a long time after being hit, and finally threw away the letter in its claws.

The falcon released the white dove, swooped down, and accurately caught the letter.

"..."

Xingmo opened her eyes and her vision returned to the interior of the castle.

"Let's get rid of them all," she whispered.

"learn."

Aurora chuckled and snapped her fingers, sending ripples of green light ripples through the air.

The next second, the mercenaries in the castle hall heard a loud noise behind them.

They turned their heads and were horrified to find that the steam spider that had been motionless on the ground just now... had actually stood up!

The four pairs of broken optical lenses on its head folded repeatedly, and the steam piston on its back made a spitting sound.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, the Steam Spider spoke:

"Chiliqua, chiliqua."

Mercenaries: “…?”

There was no time to surprise them. With the roar of steam machinery, the huge steam spider waved its claws and charged towards the mercenaries!

For a moment, the hall was filled with screams, mixed with the sharp and strange sounds of steam spiders:

"Jiliguala."

"Chiliqua, chiliqua."

"Chiliqua, chiliqua—"

"Okay, stop chattering."

Xingmo rubbed Aurora's head - the idiot was poking the mercenary's face with a branch and making chattering sounds.

All the mercenaries were lying on the ground, trapped in a comfortable... nightmare.

In the dream, they were being chased and beaten by steam spiders. Judging from their restless sleeping faces, they must be in great pain.

"It's boring," Aurora threw the branch away. "I just glanced over it, and there's not even an 'Immortal'..."

"Are they just some small-time mercenaries?" Xing Mo shook her head. "It seems the people behind this are very cautious."

Judging from what the soldiers just said, it is obvious that the mastermind behind this is someone from the Immortal Division.

As expected... since it involves the "Immortal Department", the "Hanging Gardens" is also involved.

"..."

Xingmo turned around, stretched out his wand towards the end of the hall, and the door opened with a clang.

The puppet falcon flew in and threw the letter sent by the mercenaries into Xingmo's hand.

Xing Mo opened the letter and read it quickly:

"...Mr. Jerram, the castle has been invaded, the Steam Spider has been destroyed, and the 'Doll' is temporarily safe, but needs to be relocated..."

"...delivery address: Daosui Dance Bar in downtown Golden District..."

Xingmo snapped his fingers and let the letter burn to ashes.

"It seems that the contact person for the Immortal Division is here," Xing Mo patted her skirt. "The minimum standard should be an Immortal."

"Little mouse, just fight and you'll win." Aurora didn't care.

"Well, but the trouble is, we still have to make a trip."

Xingmo waved his wand, and the "Dark String" pulled the mercenaries to stand up and line up neatly at the door.

"Let them guard this place, we'll be back soon."

......

Daosui Dance Bar-Golden District

"?~"

Behind the bar, a bald man with a long beard was humming a little tune while wiping the glass in his hand.

His eyes would scan the bar from time to time, his bright pupils like a lion lurking in the grass.

Jerram has always been very vigilant. As a member of the "Immortal Division", he always requires the highest standards of security around the base.

As a secret base set up by the "Immortal Division" among the people, Jerram is generally responsible for contacting groups of mercenaries and desert bandits, communicating and exchanging with them, and creating a win-win situation as much as possible.

After all, there are no permanent residents in the vast desert outside the city of Gala. If soldiers are stationed in every place, it will naturally consume too much manpower and material resources.

Leaving those yellow hells to people with nowhere to retreat has become a unique form of exile.

Give those vicious wolves with nowhere to retreat a way out, and they will gradually lose their teeth.

Never fight a trapped beast; this has always been the Golden King's way of governing.

"..."

That day, Jerram was particularly nervous and glanced at the door more often than usual.

At this moment, a team of mercenaries is heading to maintain the containment of the "doll".

Under normal circumstances, we only need to send someone to report the situation at noon every day.

But today is the inspection day for the castle guards, and a well-armed team is necessary.

In fact, this kind of containment procedure has been bothering Jerram for a long time.

He had also applied to his superiors: Why not just put the guy in the castle into a dungeon or get rid of him directly?

The doll seemed to be completely useless. Without the steam core, she didn't even have the most basic movement abilities.

But his request was quickly rejected and a death order was issued:

The maintenance of the "doll" must be maintained.

What made Jerram no longer dare to slack off was that this order came directly from the "Supreme Praiser".

How could he dare disobey the order of the apostle of God? He more than doubled the budget for the "doll" overnight.

"..."

Jerram glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned slightly.

According to the time in the past, his clerk should have sent back at least one messenger to indicate whether the "doll" was in good condition.

But until now...the letter hasn't come back?

Jerram sighed, thinking that those mercenaries were indeed unreliable. Perhaps after the inspection, they took the poor clerk away for a drink?

But even so, he should still go there, after all, this process must be strictly implemented.

And...the mercenaries' salaries will be deducted.

If most of the people in the "Immortal Division" were not busy with something greater, how would the mercenaries get the money?

Jerram pulled a revolver from under the counter and slipped it into the holster at his waist.

Just as he was about to ask someone to take his place, a customer sitting at the bar suddenly spoke:

"Give me another glass of prepared Imperial Violet Wine."

"I don't have time," Jerram muttered. "I have to go out for a while."

His voice was almost drowned out by the noisy atmosphere of the bar.

But the girl sitting across from the bar seemed to have heard his words clearly, and a smile appeared on her face under the hood:

"Out, where to?"

"What's it to you?" Jerram frowned. "Someone will come and make you some damned wine."

"But we just want to try the drink you made?" The girl's voice was very childish and her features were very petite, which made Jerram more and more impatient.

A little brat might even have to buy alcohol on credit if he ordered it, so why are there so many problems?

In line with the low-key style of the Immortal Division, Jerram remained silent.

He just silently took the revolver from under the bar and put it in its holster.

"Uncle, why aren't you talking? Didn't we have a good chat before?" the girl said again.

"Chat? I don't remember ever communicating with you."

Jerram took the revolver from under the bar and put it in its holster.

"Yes," the girl tilted her head slightly in confusion. "You told me... um... the containment procedures for the 'doll'?"

"...?"

Jerram raised his head and looked directly into the girl's eyes for the first time.

Those were a pair of blood-red pupils, like blood diamonds, with a little light flowing inside.

While staring at the girl, he took out a revolver from under the bar and put it in the gun -

--wrong!

This is...how many times have you done this?

Jerram suddenly lowered his head and took out the thing he had been holding repeatedly under the bar...

...is a bouquet of flowers.

Flowers? Jerram raised his head and met the girl's gaze again.

Seeing her reaction, the girl smiled brightly:

"Uncle, you've already gone over the process of containing the 'doll' with me, and even told me that the order came directly from the 'Supreme Praiser'. Why don't you continue the conversation now?"

"Who are you!" cried Jerram. "What tricks have you played?"

He didn't know what was happening at the moment, but he just silently chanted the name of "Golden Sun" in his heart.

If your mind is invaded by evil, you can simply recite the name of the god to confirm whether you are in a dream.

Then, Jerram silently chanted the honorific name of the Golden Sun:

"Ah...the tree of life, the cradle of all creation."

"You are the origin, the bud, the seed of truth."

"You are the Lord of Dreams, the Taker, and the Mother of Disasters."

The more he chanted, the more he felt a sense of clarity emerging from his heart.

It was a symbol of divine power purifying him—after he prayed to the Golden Sun, this purification would help him understand his current situation.

Obviously, this is not an illusion, nor a dream.

That's some kind of replacement trick.

Although he didn't know how this little girl could read his mind, Jerram was sure that since they were still in the territory of New Garo, nothing could break through God's protection.

"You chose the wrong place and the wrong person, little girl."

Jerram lowered his head slightly, raised his fierce eyes, and the light in his eyes became more and more fierce.

Ninety percent of the customers in this bar are peripheral personnel of the "Immortal Division".

Only a very few seats are reserved for actual customers, as a disguise for the fact that "this is a bar."

Jerram made a silent gesture, and at once everyone in the bar stood up.

The noisy atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and those who stood up immediately gathered together and surrounded the girl sitting at the bar.

"Will you tell me directly your purpose and your identity," Jerram said word by word, "or shall we tear you into pieces and wring the secrets from your soul?"

"Eh...so scary..."

The girl shrank her neck and turned to look at the people surrounding her.

Her gaze finally returned to Jerram:

"...Then, cut it into pieces."

Jerram curled his lips and nodded to his accomplices.