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

　"He honestly confessed his bargaining chips to me, and I also promised Black Dragon that I would not interfere with his great plan, but the problem is..." Black Wood drawled out his tone, "I didn't promise him not to interfere in the future."

　"Ah..."

　Lucius curled his lips slightly, raised his glass and toasted towards Heimu:

　"Then tell me what to do. How to kill Isabella Ducep."

　"Of course, but before that, I want to ask...is this for revenge?"

　"It's even simpler than that." A vortex appeared in the depths of Lucius's lake-blue eyes. "I will send those involved in Miriam's death to hell."

　"Everyone."

Chapter 267: White City (Part 7) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　After clarifying the next goal, Xingmo felt a lot more at ease.

　Indeed, the current dilemma is like a mountain - whether it is finding the Spear of Ivramis that was used to suppress the angels thousands of years ago, or killing the invisible fog, it is by no means easy.

　But even so, having a goal is always better than being confused.

　"Oh, Principal," Xing Mo suddenly remembered something, "Teacher Lucius escaped from prison."

　Hearing this, Merlin's eyes flashed, followed by a faint smile:

　"His punishment is far more terrible than imprisonment. His sin will be a prison for his whole life."

　"It was you who helped him..." Xing Mo frowned slightly, "Is this also fate?"

　Merlin stared at Xingmo, pondered for a long time, and only uttered four simple words:

　"It's man-made."

　""

　Xing Mo didn't ask any further questions. He knew that Merlin probably wouldn't say much, and even if he did, he would only say some trivial things.

　At the moment, she had no intention of caring about what her mentor would do after escaping from prison.

　"So, Mr. Principal, who has arranged everything so perfectly, what are you going to do next?"

　Aurora rudely broke the silence:

　“Stay in the office, have a cup of hot cocoa, and take a nice nap?”

　Merlin smiled tiredly and said:

　"I need to maintain the outer barrier. As you can see, Nefera Beta Magic Academy is not a small place. Without demigod-level spiritual power, such a barrier will collapse within a few days."

　"Then your task is quite easy. Just sit here and provide spiritual energy. Who can't do that?"

　Aurora still had no intention of letting Merlin go:

　"How about we sit here and you go to work?"

　Merlin chuckled and shook his head:

　"Of course, it's not just a matter of spiritual power supply. The main reason is that as long as I sit here, she won't do anything to this castle."

　The reference is obviously to Cain.

　"Are you so sure?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Because she must have wanted me to see it with my own eyes..." Merlin murmured, "When the mighty power of fate arrives, everything will come to an end, that inevitable great harmony."

　The power of fate... fate again...

　For some reason, Xingmo felt inexplicably irritable when he heard this word, and his heart was boiling with excitement because of Mei's madness.

　Is fate really so great that everyone should praise it?

　Xing Mo took a deep breath and looked directly at Merlin, the light in her eyes sharpening considerably:

　"Just because fate has already determined everything, you will do nothing, not even try to resist?"

　"I've been on this path of rebellion for too long," Merlin sighed, "I'm a little tired."

　"Then you just rest here." Xing Mo said coldly.

　She could feel the madness in her chest growing, interfering with her mind and making her inexplicably irritable.

　Xingmo stood up and turned away without signaling to Aurora.

　Aurora looked at Merlin quietly, her lips curled slightly:

　"Sister will help you once, which means she hopes you can at least do something."

　"Don't let her down."

　After saying that, Aurora also stood up and turned to leave.

　In the study only

　Merlin was left alone, sitting by the window, his face shrouded in shadow.

　He didn't speak for a long time, only sighed.

　"Are you so angry? Do you want me to get you some medicine?"

　"No need..."

　Xingmo and Aurora walked through the lobby, up the stairs of the north tower, and headed for the library.

　During the journey, Xingmo hardly spoke a word, which made Aurora a little worried.

　"I understand you, that old man is really infuriating," Aurora muttered. "To put it bluntly, he's just a coward. It's not that he doesn't have the ability, he just doesn't dare to give it a try."

　"The principal's position is actually not wrong," Xingmo whispered, "He wants to protect the people of the academy, not the high-ranking officials who allow the academy to rot."

　Xingmo had heard about the bloody banquet. She knew about the death of Bishop Roberts Sean and the annihilation of the White Tower Council.

　Such changes are tantamount to a reshuffle for the academic city.

　"Bishop Roberts, like Professor Merlin, probably knew more or less what would happen on the night of the Garden's arrival. The difference is that Bishop Roberts chose to step forward, while the principal chose to remain conservative."

　"I thought you were mad at him," Aurora muttered.

　"I'm not stupid. Professor Merlin must be hiding something from us. He can't just sit in his office and do nothing," Xingmo whispered. "But I don't like his attitude, especially the way he talks about fate. It's as if... this is the only path we have."

　Fatalism, bloodline theory, Xingmo hates these things.

　She doesn't think anyone's fate is predetermined, nor does she think that bloodline can determine whether a person is noble or not.

　The extraordinary is undoubtedly a powerful force, but if there are no mortals who dare to face the madness and stand up, how can its power be manifested?

　For Xingmo, the road was made by herself.

　Even though she was plotted against and manipulated many times along the way, she could firmly believe that everything was her choice.

　But even so, there seemed to be invisible threads connecting her body, controlling her every move in the dark.

　Perhaps this was why she was angry about what the principal said.

　"Any problem can be explained by not being strong enough," Xing Mo said lightly, "I'm not strong enough."

　"Hey, you just became a demigod? How many demigods do you think there are in this world?" Aurora poked Xingmo's waist. "I wonder if you've been hanging out with gods for too long and you've developed hallucinations?"

　"Ha, isn't it true that we have a little angel as a role model?"

　Xingmo smiled and gently rubbed Aurora's head:

　"By the way, what are you looking for Elmo for?"

　"Aren't we going to leave the Citadel later? By then, the Sacred Tree Church won't have enough forces to defend it. What if someone takes advantage of the situation and breaks in? Elmo can be satisfied anywhere anyway, so let her go."

　"You can be satisfied just by finding a place?" Xing Mo was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

　"Well...it's better if you don't know." Aurora smiled mischievously.

　As they were talking, they had already reached the library entrance. Aurora pushed the door open and walked in, finding Elmo at the counter.

　At this moment, Elmo was huddled in the corner, wrapped in a nun's uniform, with her pupils dilated.

　Seeing Xingmo and Aurora coming, she immediately stood up and walked over with trembling legs:

　"Ah... um... hello, both of you..."

　"Hello, Miss Elmo," Xingmo looked at Elmo, "Are you... feeling unwell?"

　"No, I'm very comfortable... No, anyway, I'm fine." Elmo gave a very forced smile.

　Xingmo frowned, feeling that something was not right with Elmo.

　She turned her head and glanced at Aurora:

　"You didn't do anything strange to Miss Elmo?"

　"We didn't do it. Even if we did, it was because she asked us to do it." Aurora put her hands on her hips.

　"Yes...it's my request." Elmo nodded tremblingly.

　Her nun's uniform seemed to be moving, as if something was inside.

　"Why are you meddling so much? You're so nosy!" Aurora pushed Xingmo away from the counter. "Elmo, the church is short of staff. Go take charge!"

　"Oh, okay." Elmo stood up obediently and began to pack his luggage.

　This good girl's appearance made Xing Mo's pupils tremble - when did Miss Shu Ling become so well-behaved?

　Did Elmo do her any favors? But she doesn't seem to be in a good mental state...

　"Did you curse her?" Xingmo whispered in Aurora's ear. "That's not good."

　"I didn't do it, I was just joking. Who would have thought she would get addicted!" Aurora retorted in a low voice.

　"No, addicted to what?"

　"Oh, don't worry about it, anyway..."

　"I'm done, great angel," Elmo dragged the suitcase out of the counter, "Let's go."

　"Xing Mo was speechless for a moment, but seeing that Ai Ermo had no objection, she didn't say anything more.

　Elmo walked to the door of the library and knocked twice gently. A faint light flashed on the door.

　Then she pushed the door open and walked through.

　Xingmo and Aurora walked through the door together and found themselves back inside the Holy Tree Church.

　So convenient... This is

　The power of the library...Xingmo muttered in his heart.

　"Master Elmo!" Two young nuns ran over and took Elmo's suitcase. "The Prophet has already given instructions. Come, let's take you to your room."

　"...Okay, give me half an hour of quiet time in my room. I have something to do."

　Elmo muttered and followed the two little nuns away.

　Xing Mo stretched herself, feeling extremely exhausted. The three-day high fever had almost burned her out. She hadn't felt it when she was out, but as soon as she got back to the church, she just wanted to lie down on the bed.

　But it wasn't time yet. She still had to go find Sheriff Laura Williams to confirm the telegram sent from outside.

　"Let's go arrange lunch," Aurora patted Xingmo. "You go ahead and do your work. When you're done, get some sleep tonight. Don't think about doing anything else."

　"I don't have the strength either." Xing Mo shrugged.

　"Hey, now that the fever is over, I have a pillow tonight~"

　"Hey...the pillow is too..."

　"Whatever, we've already made our decision!"

　Aurora stuck out her tongue at Xingmo, then trotted away.

　Xingmo looked at Aurora's back, watching her moving between the tents in the hall with her flower-like steps, waving to the children beside the tents from time to time.

　She thought back to the rules of the Holy Spirit Church: two separate sheets of paper detailing how to behave in the church, which included various restrictions, such as no loud noises, no clutter in the church hall, and thorough cleaning after every Mass.

　While reciting those contents, Xingmo thought that God was truly sacred. With so many taboos, the church must be such a holy place.

　But looking at the tents scattered haphazardly on the ground, looking at the sundries and daily necessities piled up everywhere, looking at the happy smiling faces between the tents...

　Xingmo felt that this was far more sacred than the empty church.

　She didn't know whether the empty and spotless church could shelter the believers.

　But this messy and chaotic scene before us did shelter quite a few people.