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

　I just finished praising your database! How come there's nothing recorded?

　Xing Mo sighed, paused, and suddenly felt that she shouldn't make such a fuss.

　Ahmed must have come here before to look into matters related to the Great Sage. From the fact that he later went to the desert camp to look for someone, it can be seen that that incident was definitely not recorded either.

　There are so many unrecorded secrets, so secret that even official intelligence agencies don't know about them...

　It has to be said that both the Golden King and the Supreme Praiser were extremely vigilant, so vigilant that they kept the information within a very small range and made it difficult for it to spread.

　This is an almost pathological desire for control and extreme centralization.

　Even an archon like Ahmed, who had free access to the upper areas of the garden, was isolated from these secrets.

　Golden King Ugaen Tukakankian was clearly an extremely cautious and unscrupulous man.

　Even though Xing Mo had traveled so far in New Galo, she had never obtained any information related to the emperor.

　Xing Mo's knowledge of the Golden King so far is limited to history books and legends. He is like a dark cloud passing by the continent of Vesta. It seems that there is a trace to follow, but when you reach out to touch him, he becomes illusory and ethereal.

　It's as if... we're not in the same dimension at all.

　Xingmo straightened his mind, adjusted his attitude, and prepared for the third question:

　"The Sunrise."

　This time, when the darkness gathered, the bookshelf that emerged was finally no longer empty.

　But also dissatisfied: only a scroll of parchment lay on the bookshelf.

　Ahmed reached out, picked up the parchment and began to read.

　The content on the parchment was as thin as its length, with only a few simple sentences written on it:

　"Where the Lord fell, the valley where the sun rose

　. "

　"When the sand rises, chant the music, and the flowing sand will become the Tao."

　“He is welcoming.”

　These words were simple, but Xing Mo couldn't help but fall into deep thought after reading them.

　Chant...It seems that the "key" to enter the temple is not necessarily a key in the physical sense.

　Maybe it's a song!

　Should be part of the Sand Song!

　The Golden King "created" a lock, and this lock might be a large-scale string magic based on the Song of Sand!

　So, where is this "key"?

　Then Ahmed spoke again:

　"The key to God's abode."

　The darkness dissipated and condensed again, this time with only one line of words on it.

　But when Xing Mo's eyes fell on these words, her heart sank slightly:

　"...Gold Pavilion, Crystal Treasury."

　"call!"

　When Xingmo successfully got Ahmed back to the bedroom, she opened her eyes and stopped manipulating the silk threads.

　"How about it, did you have fun?"

　A pair of blood-red eyes appeared in Xingmo's sight. She was startled and found that Aurora was sitting on her!

　"Oooooooorola!" Xingmo yelled, "What are you doing..."

　She wanted to take action, but found that her body was extremely soft, as if... she had suffered some minor torture.

　"Gu..." Xingmo tilted her neck back, her cheeks flushed.

　This little ancestor actually took advantage of me manipulating the puppet...

　Looking at the rosy-faced little saint, Aurora couldn't help but smile softly:

　"Oh, you seem too serious, so I'm here to help you relax with a massage~"

　"That's not how you massage..." Xingmo said weakly.

　"Puchi, we have our own way~" Aurora rubbed Xingmo's face, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied~"

　Feeling the soft touch of Aurora against her body, Xingmo felt hot again and struggled to look away.

　She took deep breaths, inhaled and exhaled, and managed to calm herself down.

　"The key to the Sunrise Land is currently in the Treasury," Xingmo said to Aurora, "and it's inside the Crystal Vault."

　"Wow!" Aurora shouted excitedly, "Great! I've always wanted to rob a bank! This time, I can finally make my dream come true!"

　Xing Mo: ""

　It’s over... Am I really a member of some powerful criminal gang?

　Alas... But what else could be done? If the Golden King had truly hidden the key within the Crystal Vault, it would mean that he treated it with the utmost secrecy.

　This means that it is impossible for him to leave a copy anywhere else.

　Robbing a bank?...Xingmo raised his head and sighed at the pale blue crescent moon.

　Then let's create a big robbery!

Chapter 231: The Great Robbery! (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The Treasury, a strict and airtight treasure house.

　The powerful and wealthy people in the world like to deposit part of their assets in this treasure house, not only because of the Golden King's prominent reputation, but also because of its absolute safety.

　Since the founding of the Machiavelli Empire, this bank has been broken into zero times and has had zero items lost.

　No one could steal the treasures from the treasury under the noses of the Hanging Gardens.

　Not to mention the crystal treasure house that runs as a free sliding module throughout the bank. Even if someone really breaks into the bank, there is a high probability that they will not be able to accurately find the location of the treasure house.

　And now, Xingmo learned that the key to the Golden Sun God's residence was hidden in the crystal treasury.

　Should I say...it's a bit difficult?

　Breaking into a bank that no one has ever successfully broken into?

　"It doesn't matter. We are not human beings anyway."

　On a remote seawall outside the city of New Garo, Aurora was squatting on the side of a small raft, looking at Xingmo with a smile.

　"You...um...don't have a lot of people in you?"

　"I'm a human!" Xing Mo frowned angrily, "A pure-blooded human!"

　"Yes, that is, a pure-blooded human who possesses a secret that can drive away evil spirits from the spiritual world."

　Aurora stuck out her tongue at Xingmo and snapped her fingers.

　Gentle waves splashed, and a figure covered with white scales emerged from the sea, and the pale horn shone with a crystal-like outline in the moonlight.

　It was Bai Ling, Aurora's storm narwhal companion.

　Late at night, after Xingmo had manipulated Ahmed, Aurora pulled her out and said she wanted to have a bargain with a little kid.

　Xing Mo was still wondering what kind of kid it was, but she didn't expect it to be a mythical creature.

　"Little animal, little animal, long time no see."

　Aurora reached out and gently stroked Bai Ling's scales, and dots of green light rippled across its body.

　Bai Ling uttered an ethereal whale song and responded gently to Aurora, her large, jewel-like eyes narrowing slightly.

　"Hmm? Are you a little scared?" Aurora whispered. "Is it that angel? Don't be afraid. Just stay away from his kingdom... The ocean is so vast. You can go home later, okay?"

　"There's really no language barrier between you and it..." Xing Mo watched Aurora talking to the whale and couldn't help but find the scene very interesting.

　"Bai Ling is a myth whose intelligence is no less than that of humans.

　Creatures, super smart!"

　Aurora's tone was tinged with pride.

　"She can talk and sing."

　Well...that's true...Looking at Bai Ling's eyes sparkling with wisdom, Xing Mo nodded.

　Most mythical creatures possess intelligence on par with humans, and some even possess intelligence far exceeding that of humans.

　Storm narwhals are an intelligent species. In ancient times, they were able to respond to the rain-praying rituals of human tribes and even communicate to a certain extent with human priests who understood whale songs.

　"So, I really don't like your human behavior." Aurora suddenly said lightly.

　Xingmo naturally knew what Aurora was referring to: the practice of hanging narwhals in factories to obtain whale oil.

　"Whenever someone speaks out against this kind of persecution, some self-righteous people will jump out and yell: 'Ah, you say you want to protect animals, but why do you still eat meat every day?' Then they label other people's sympathy as hypocrisy and think they are quite clear-headed."

　"Humans are special because of their empathy," Xingmo said calmly. "Civilization is bloody and noble."

　"What do you think, little saint? Is it hypocritical for people to pity animals?"

　"No," Xingmo shook her head, "It's more like a kind of...survivor's guilt."

　The two were silent. The quiet blue moonlight outlined the contours of the waves, causing the small raft to rise and fall.

　Bai Ling seemed to be also infected by this emotion, narrowing her eyes slightly with a gentle look.

　"Besides, Bai Ling isn't the animal they claim she is," Aurora whispered. "She just can't speak human language. If she were turned into a sweet and soft girl, she'd definitely be more eloquent than those hypocritical villains."

　"Why a girl?" Xing Mole.

　"Because girls are cute. Besides, if she turned into a girl, those sober people in the world would immediately change their attitude and no longer support hanging her in the factory."

　Aurora turned around and gave Xingmo a bright smile:

　"In fact, hanging narwhals in factories is not just a matter of animal abuse."

　"Bai Ling is not an animal that acts on instinct alone. She is an intelligent creature, just like humans."

　"Remember Ahmed's memory? Just because of the color of his skin, he was caged like an animal, sold as a commodity, and used as a tool to be consumed."

　"Remember Elsie in the desert camp? Just because she was a Garo, she was treated like a slave and was at the mercy of others."

　"Humanity's enslavement of the Storm Narwhal is racial hatred."

　"It is arrogant to deny these free spirits the same freedom as humans simply because of their appearance differences."

　"Just as the Citadel faces the wrath of the Golden People today, will humanity one day also face the wrath of mythical creatures?"

　As Aurora spoke, her eyes dropped slightly. Her face was as indifferent as a quiet doll, but Xingmo could feel that at this moment, surging emotions were overwhelming her like a flood.

　Perhaps, as an alien in this world, Aurora can more deeply understand the loneliness that Bai Ling feels?

　Thinking of this, Xingmo reached out and rubbed Aurora's head:

　"Meow meow?"

　"Mimi," Aurora raised her head and smiled, "What do you think, little saint?"

　"This might be what Ahmed meant by the logic of civilization," Xingmo shook her head. "From victim to perpetrator, the cycle never ends."

　"The wheel of history is too big. We have to find a way to put a big stone in front of it to knock it over!" Aurora smiled.

　"Then, I'll help you move the stones!"

　Xingmo stretched out her hand and high-fived Aurora.

　"So, shouldn't we consider how to enter the Treasury?" Xing Mo's face suddenly became worried again. "It doesn't seem very realistic..."

　"Ah, whenever you encounter something like this, don't rack your brains," Aurora blinked. "Why not ask an expert?"

　"What? You want to break into the Treasury?"

　Mr. Luffy, who was wearing a bathrobe, almost dropped the hot cocoa he was holding because his hand was shaking.

　Across the desk, Xingmo and Aurora exchanged a glance, then simultaneously revealed brilliant smiles.

　"Yes."

　"This... Under the currently known conditions, no one can break in..."