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

The natural authority they control is the "moon", which is the area pointed by the "crescent moon", and the concepts included are "truth, light, and freeze".

The ancient and obscure words that Arya used to make the "Immortals" speak the truth probably belong to this field.

"..."

Hearing Xingmo's question, Aurora's lips curled up slightly:

"If the gods respond, they must have a purpose. If she were truly ordinary, we wouldn't be so generous as to lift the curse for her."

"It fits my stereotype of the evil god..." Xingmo complained.

"Pfft, how can I be evil? I saved her."

Aurora covered her mouth and chuckled:

"Actually, we don't even know what a dark elf is. We just sensed her extraordinary qualities and her unparalleled abilities."

"What ability?" Xing Mo was curious.

"'True Words,'" Aurora said without reservation. "It's a language that can pry open the soul. Only the ancient races can use it. That language can force those of lower status to obey all the demands of the speaker—not just obedience of the will, but obedience on the level of the soul."

"True words"... Xingmo seemed to be lost in thought. She recalled some knowledge she had learned in the mythology history class: It is said that in the "Glorious Era" period, the "Dark Elf King" who ruled the Messina Territory had the power to command the response of all people and dominate all things.

Now it seems that this is probably the so-called "truth".

"But Miss Alia is only a half-blood dark elf, so her vocabulary is very limited," Aurora said softly. "Ah, how boring! When can we see her take back what's rightfully hers?"

What he deserved? Xingmo subconsciously wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't say anything.

This may involve some privacy, so it is better to wait for Alia to say it herself.

"..."

While thinking, Xingmo and Aurora came to a corner of the factory boiler area - the pendulum pointed straight at the wall and stopped.

"It looks like a secret door."

Xingmo thought so, drew out his wand, and used the "wizard's way" without a doubt -

"boom--"

The wall was blown open, revealing a pitch-black passage, and the smell of rust became increasingly strong.

The two went deep into the passage and after walking for about half a minute, a space suddenly appeared in front of them.

This place looks like a workshop, with various machines made of complex pipelines stacked together in a random pattern.

In the center of the workshop stood a desk, upon which sat a machine bound by antique bronze cables.

On top of the machine is a transparent glass cover, inside which is floating a pitch-black substance that is constantly dispersing and reuniting.

Its shape is constantly changing, but overall it forms a heart.

Let's call it "Black Heart"...

Xingmo walked to the machine, raised her hand, and confirmed that the pendulum was pointing at the "black heart" in the center of the machine.

"This is a high concentration of 'anti-life elements,' or what you call a 'curse,'" Aurora said cheerfully. "How creative! This thing can indeed guide wandering ghosts to a specific location."

Indeed...the higher the concentration of "curse", the higher the probability of "steam man" appearing, and the high concentration of "curse", or "black heart" extracted by this machine can naturally become a director.

So, if we can find the same signal as Black Heart, can we find the guy who controls Steam Man?

Thinking of this, Xingmo stretched out his pendulum, and black light rippled on the surface of the turbid white crystal.

She waved her wand, and the glass containing the Black Heart shattered.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the workshop, and the scattered "black heart" swelled up after losing its containment, like a black peony about to bloom.

The next second, it was sucked into the "Astrological Pendulum".

The turbid crystal seemed to be able to create an extremely powerful stance, instantly absorbing the extremely high concentration of "Black Heart" and transforming it into a black light that permeated the surface of the crystal.

It really is a "holy object"-level item... How did the store manager obtain such a precious thing?

I always feel bad when I take other people's things without any reason...

Bring her some coffee beans next time...

Xingmo thought so, then put the Astrology Pendulum back to his chest and turned to look at Aurora:

"That's all for today. I'll go to the South City area later and use the pendulum to determine if the mastermind behind this is Prince Austin."

"Great! We really like eating the flesh of the Imperials." Aurora smiled brightly.

"......" Xing Mo held his forehead, pondered for a moment, and asked again:

"If there's nothing else, shall we go back to our home in North City tonight? Well... tomorrow is Saturday, and we have to attend the Xinghai Mass."

"It's the Tree of Life Mass," Aurora pinched Xingmo's waist, and the latter cried out, "Ouch!" "And... there's one thing we haven't done yet!"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

......

"Pfft-"

Huge waves splashed up, and the narwhal's figure paused briefly under the pale blue crescent moon, then plunged into the dark sea.

At the dock of the port, Xing Mo looked at the "Storm Narwhal" that was gradually moving away from afar with a complicated expression.

“Flowers don’t belong in pots,” Aurora said. “They belong in the sea.”

Xingmo turned to look at Aurora. The pale blue moonlight fell into her blood-red eyes, giving them a cold tone.

The ethereal sound of whale songs came from afar, but this time it did not stir up strong winds and huge waves, it just made the night wind a little stronger.

Xingmo suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable sadness in her heart.

In the name of civilization, humans have imprisoned such a free species in factories, pulling out its tendons and bones, and extracting the oil from its bodies as industrial raw materials.

But she is such a free species. She calls the wind and rain on the sea and dances gracefully in the moonlight.

Flowers and plants don't come in pots... Xingmo pondered over what Aurora said for the third time.

At this moment, she felt her hand being held.

Aurora held Xingmo's hand and raised her head. Her face was no longer happy or cunning, but only as cold and desolate as moonlight.

"Little Saint, please follow me closely."

Her indifference only lasted for a moment, and soon a bright smile appeared on her face again.

Then she turned her head and walked away with a heartless step.

Xingmo turned to look at Aurora, watching her walk into the steam-filled port area, watching her shadow stretched infinitely long by the moonlight.

In the distance, the melodious whale song was heard again.

...END...

7) Red Epiphyllum

On Saturday morning, Xingmo yawned as she strolled through the morning market in the northern part of the city.

Normally, at this time on a day off, she should be lying on the bed wrapped in a small blanket, holding a pillow in her arms... No, she should be being held as a pillow.

As for why she got up so early to come to the market? Of course it was because of Aurora!

"Little Saint, hurry up--"

Aurora walked in front, holding Xingmo's hand, her rosy face looking extremely excited in the cold morning breeze.

This guy woke Xingmo up early in the morning and said that she had a great idea and needed Xingmo's cooperation.

Then, Xingmo was pulled to go to the morning market together.

"..." Xing Mo yawned, perked up, and glanced at the pawnshops in the morning market.

The market in the early morning is the busiest of the day. Full-time housewives or servants always buy food during this time to avoid buying dishes that are not fresh enough.

Xingmo glanced at the vegetable stall. A wide variety of vegetables were neatly placed in baskets, covered with dew - most of them were brought in early in the morning by farmers from the suburbs of Akademi.

In addition to the vegetable stalls, there are also some stalls selling bread: large pieces of rye bread are randomly placed in large baskets and sold by weight.

Most people who buy rye bread at bread stalls are relatively poor people - the bread at these stalls has a rough texture, and the cheapest ones are just a paste made from mixed grains with low nutritional value.

If you want to buy white bread that tastes better, you need to go to a special bakery, but many residents in the north city can hardly afford such a price.

"..." Looking at the group of poor people scrambling for bread, Xing Mo couldn't help but sigh and said to Aurora:

"So, what are we doing here so early in the morning?"

"Last night, I received a lot of power of faith," Aurora said seriously. "Many of the workers we rescued yesterday were praying to me!"

"Isn't this great?" Xing Mo yawned. "So?"

Aurora's eyes dimmed for a moment.

"They pray that they can have enough to eat tomorrow..."

Hearing this, Xing Mo seemed to be choked and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She almost forgot one thing: the workers in Derek Larson's factory were all slaves, and after Derek's death, they didn't even have food to eat for a short period of time!

Although... I don't know what they usually eat... Xingmo felt heavy in her heart.

Aurora seemed to see her emotions, and a bright smile immediately spread across her face:

"So, we're here to cook for them! That's right! Not only do we have to cook for them! We also have to teach them how to cook!"

"That way, when they have enough to eat and drink, they will pray to us even harder!"

"By then, the power of our faith will become stronger and stronger..."

The two sentences at the back are just to cover up the first sentence... Actually, it doesn't need to be like this...

Xing Mo's mouth curled up slightly, and then he said:

"But I don't have enough money to cook for so many people."

"What's the big deal? We have money," Aurora patted her chest. "I won so much money before, isn't it just for times like this?"

......

It took Xingmo about half an hour to make a shopping list, which listed the dishes that needed to be purchased.

The purchase order was taken away by the little birds summoned by Aurora - the little nuns. Each of them received some money from Aurora and went to the major markets in the north city to make purchases.

"..."

Xingmo looked at the big basket in her hand: it was filled with vegetables such as carrots, cabbage, tomatoes, onions, and corn.

The basket Aurora carried was even simpler: it was filled with rye bread.

"This is much worse than what we usually eat..." Aurora frowned, "There's not even any meat."

"Considering the number of people involved, if we want to maintain a steady flow of income, we can't overly focus on quality," Xingmo said. "Besides, I will teach them cooking skills to improve the quality."

"Your cooking skills?" Aurora's eyes lit up. "I'm looking forward to it!"

Foodie... Xingmo muttered inwardly with some amusement, then called a carriage and took the two of them all the way to Derek Larson's factory.

After what happened yesterday, most of the workers are still living in the factory. At this time, the sun is shining directly overhead, and the sunlight penetrates the morning mist. Most of the workers are in the courtyard at the factory gate, breathing the air and eating bread.

According to the church, they will soon be assigned housing and new jobs, but they will have to wait for some time.

After getting off the bus, Xingmo was surprised to find that Senior Alice was standing in the center of the courtyard, distributing bread with several church staff.

She came forward with a basket of vegetables and said hello:

"Good morning, Alice-senpai."

Alice turned around. She didn't seem surprised at Xingmo's arrival at all. She waved her hand calmly.

"Good morning, Junior Sister Xingsheng."

The senior student glanced at the baskets in Xingmo and Aurora's hands and nodded thoughtfully.

"Let me guess, you are here to volunteer?"

"Yes, I feel uneasy when I think that they might not have enough food to eat..." Xing Mo scratched his head shyly.

"No, I don't know otherwise, but if I knew, they wouldn't starve."

"Then I feel relieved." Xing Mo breathed a sigh of relief.