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

　Hearing this, Xing Mo just chuckled:

　"Sometimes, it's better for everyone if you let out some dirty blood."

　She did not drink the wine in the glass, but tilted it, letting the jewel-like wine spill onto the white tablecloth.

　"Good day." Xingmo raised her empty glass to Serena, her smile still elegant.

Chapter 282: Fire of the Elders (Part 3) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　For the rest of the day, Xingmo and Aurora returned to the hotel and did not go out again.

　Of course, the reason was simple—a newspaper reporter chased the two from August Palace to Golden Paradise, asking Xingmo questions the entire way.

　For example, "Ms. Shikoti, do you represent the White Tower Council?" "Ms. Shikoti, is your resonance string starlight?" "Ms. Shikoti, your skin is amazing. Do you have any maintenance secrets?" and so on.

　Xing Mo answered the previous questions briefly, but the following questions became more and more nonsensical. In order to maintain the image of a cold-faced saint, Xing Mo did not answer them again.

　In order to prevent the reporters from continuing to pursue them, Xingmo and Aurora simply stayed in the hotel for a day to recuperate.

　At the same time, Xingmo continued to track Serena's movements with the puppet hawk. She wanted to see what this humanoid Death Song would try to do after a head-on confrontation with her.

　Unexpectedly, Salina did not go to the back garden again to deliver the message to her companions in the Giant King's Court.

　She was in the August Palace

　He stayed at the door for the whole day, assisting scholars and craftsmen in disassembling the skeletons of the two fire dragons as a mystical consultant.

　Judging from the way she worked, Xingmo concluded that she was a skilled worker.

　I'm sure I've done this many times before.

　Hmm...if it was actually Serena who was controlling the three-headed dragon and flying it towards August Palace...

　Could decomposing the dragon skeleton also be part of a certain plan?

　Xing Mo was cautious and set the patrol route of a puppet falcon to pass by the August Palace every five minutes to collect intelligence.

　If Serena really has any shameful plans, Xingmo doesn't mind solving them.

　After all, she is the messenger of the invisible mist. If you want to know who knows that god best, it is of course her.

　At this stage, we must not alert the enemy, but should wait and see and look for opportunities.

　Thinking of this, Xingmo opened her eyes and looked out the window at the blue sky from the hotel terrace.

　Today... let's take a long-awaited day off!

　August Palace.

　"Cut off the front third of the spine for backup, and send the back two-thirds to be disassembled using the Transcendental Deconstruction Machine and stored in the Transcendental Material Library."

　Serena walked calmly among the craftsmen, giving orders.

　"Be careful, the adhesion of the membrane wing is processed with a diamond knife that has been engraved. What we need is a complete spirituality."

　"For damaged eyeballs, remove the lens portion, slowly catalyze the white of the eye with a fire string, and collect it to use as a backup solvent."

　She was directing and walking, and the time and space around her suddenly became hazy.

　She didn't know when it started, but Serena discovered that her ability to deal with people had reached perfection.

　Just like every newborn baby in this world, Selina initially had no idea how to establish connections with others. She traveled through wilderness and jungles, but never found another heart that could be closely connected with hers.

　Loneliness occupied most of her life.

　Her current composure sometimes even surprises herself.

　The Witch of Heart tugs at the heartstrings and makes everyone smile.

　Selina walked through the praises splashed in sweat and returned to the shadow of the August Palace.

　She raised her head and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, her pupils reflecting the sky.

　When she first stepped into the shadow of the August Palace, she had marveled at how magnificent the building was and how extraordinary the people who lived there must be, different from the ordinary mortals.

　As she traveled through the vast wilderness, Salina passed by countless similar creatures. She went from being a lone traveler who never touched worldly affairs to being able to easily have her own place by someone's fireplace and know all kinds of living things.

　But she had never seen any being that had such power that could make mortals build palaces for themselves.

　If I knew how to become that kind of person, I could escape the years of loneliness forever, right?

　Driven by a thirst for knowledge, Salina became a maid in the palace and grew closer and closer to the king.

　She plucked at her heartstrings, and finally got what she wanted on a rainy night.

　She thought it was a conquest.

　But what followed was emptiness.

　She discovered that the King of Flowers was no different from ordinary creatures.

　People are like this, as simple as a sunflower. If you can find what he desires, you can make him spin towards you.

　**, desire, and identification, nothing is more important than this.

　The sun shines and spring flowers bloom.

　It's the law of nature, nothing to be surprised about.

　When Serena brought the new party to the throne and raised her blade to the king herself, she was actually a little tired.

　Are you really tired of it?

　"Salina."

　Dominic's voice came from behind. Serena didn't turn around, but continued to stare at the sky silently.

　"I've packed your luggage for you," she said. "Take a good look at it."

　"I don't want to talk about luggage." Dominic touched her curly hair.

　Serena was a little impatient for a moment, but she didn't show it, just smiled faintly:

　"There will still be a chef on the train, so don't worry, your meals will be guaranteed."

　"Not this either."

　"what is that?"

　Serena turned around with a faint smile on her face.

　Then, she was greeted by a ring.

　The ring's band is woven from flowers and plants, dotted with flower-shaped gems, and shimmers with a faint red light.

　"It goes perfectly with your hair color, darling."

　Dominic smiled mysteriously, lifted up Serena's hand while she wasn't paying attention, and put the ring on her finger.

　Serena finally realized what was happening and spoke belatedly:

　"you will not..."

　"I admit, the pressure lately has been too much, and I've been losing my composure a bit," Dominic said, a little embarrassed. "So, I've come to understand a lot of things... For example, I should be more calm, and for example... I don't want to wait any longer."

　"After returning from the Giant King's Court, before August's rebellion flag is raised, I want to enter the palace with you."

　"Don't answer me," Dominic winked charmingly. "We have endless time, I'm sure of it."

　After saying that, he winked at Serena and turned to leave.

　""

　Serena stood there looking at his back for a long time.

　Her lips were slightly contoured, and there was a dark glint in her eyes.

　Sad light.

　She didn't say anything, just put the ring into her pocket, turned around and continued to preside over the decomposition of the dragon corpse.

　The next morning, Xingmo just woke up and heard the noise coming from outside the hotel.

　Of course, it wasn't she who heard it, but the puppet she placed outside the hotel.

　A spirit, hidden in the spirit world, listens to the vibrations from the real world.

　Fortunately, the shockwaves weren't malicious—just reporters wanting to be the first to hear the news.

　No way...slaying a dragon publicly can make you a star in France...

　Is it because the Faru people are naturally afraid of dragons?

　Xingmo got up, washed and changed her clothes, then went to the main hall.

　Aurora was already waiting in the main hall. The little evil god was dressed neatly, like a child getting ready for an outing.

　"Your friend Chloe is helping us block the reporters at the door?" Aurora smiled sweetly when she saw Xingmo. "What's the matter? Does the big star Xing want to give an interview?"

　"It's boring to be in the spotlight," Xing Mo said calmly, "Just keep a low profile."

　She didn't expect that such a casual action of hers would attract so much attention. Now it seems that it is better to stay away from it.

　However, as a demigod, as long as she doesn't want others to know her whereabouts, no one will know.

　"Give Miss Chloe a letter."

　""

　At the entrance of the Golden Paradise Hotel, Chloe was standing in front of the door, flanked by two guerrilla fighters on her left and right, with an expression of intolerance on her face.

　She didn't expect to attract so many reporters, and these reporters were not afraid of her at all.

　Why?! I’m a descendant of Augustus! A descendant of the evil king! Chloe roared in her heart.

　But those reporters don't care about these at all... No, it should be said that they just like this. Only controversial characters can speak to attract attention.

　"Ms. Chloe! What do you think about the New Party targeting you?"

　"Ms. Chloe! Are you and Miss Schcotti old friends?"

　"Miss Chloe, I heard that Miss Shikoti publicly supported you at the banquet. Does this mean anything about the August family's next move?"

　Faced with these strange questions, Chloe kept a straight face and didn't answer a single word.

　She was now praying that Miss Jiediti would come down quickly and help her out.

　At least she doesn't have to keep getting bombarded with stupid questions from these stupid reporters!

　""

　At this time, a bird's cry was heard, as ethereal as water waves.

　Chloe subconsciously turned her head and found that the world around her turned gray and white, as if everything had stopped.

　Amidst the gray and white picture, a flash of golden light passed by—it was a little golden sparrow with a letter hanging on its feet.

　After the letter fell accurately into Chloe's hands, the little sparrow turned into countless points of light and disappeared.

　"?"

　Before Chloe could recover, the world returned to color again, and the noisy voices of reporters came crashing down on her like waves.

　Everything that just happened seemed like an illusion, except for the letter in my hand.

　Golden starlight...is it a letter from Miss Jiediti?

　Chloe lowered her head and found the envelope of the musical score had been opened, and began to read the contents of the letter.

　After a few seconds, she raised her head and took a deep breath, as if something was about to come out.

　But she soon lost her temper and hung her head.

　"What's wrong, boss?" asked the guerrilla fighter on the side.

　"Ms. Scottie has already left the hotel. She's waiting for us on the train..." Chloe gritted her teeth, "Damn it... I shouldn't have come if I had known!"

　Now I have to fight with the reporters!

　Chloe took a deep breath, then mustered up her courage and looked straight at the dark sea of ​​reporters.

　Calm and collected, this is the temperament that August should have.

　It's just a matter of getting through a group of reporters who live and die by reporting. What's so difficult about that?

　Chloe's face was firm, and her eyes became calmer.

　She walked forward with a cold face and steady steps.