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

　Others say that Shikoti Amra was a cruel nun who walked through the pagan land with a whip, punishing every disobedient person with a whip and spiked high heels.

　Some even pointed out that Shikoti Amra is just like some priests who like little boys - she likes little lolita and even has a white-haired lolita by her side!

　Whenever Xingmo heard such rumors, she felt pain on her forehead.

　This is all false information... It's all fake... It's all made up...

　But how can she have the time to explain? She is so busy every day, how can she have the time to refute the rumors?

　But strangely, as this strange rumor spread, more and more people came to worship the Saint in the Holy Star Church every day.

　As the saying goes, Windwhisper Town cannot be without the Holy Star Cathedral, just like the Citadel cannot be without the White Tower!

　Many settlements have even begun to independently build churches dedicated to Shikoti Amra, and the number is still increasing.

　After going back and forth like this, Xingmo found that he had more and more anchor points and his mental state became more stable.

　In a sense... this makes it easier to complete one of the conditions for upgrading to an angel:

　Have at least 10,000 anchor points.

　It's already halfway through.

　""

　After the White Tower Incident, Xingmo's first goal was to restore order in the Citadel, followed by being promoted to an angel.

　Regarding this goal, Xingmo is working on many aspects.

　That day, in a cave in the primeval forest, Xing Mo saw the conditions for becoming an angel on the slate of truth:

　A feat that traveled across millennia and etched itself into history.

　Know one of the ultimate secrets of paranormal history without falling into madness.

　Have at least 10,000 anchor points.

　Recognized by a powerful deity.

　It has its own national dimension.

　And the golden branch she obtained during the Mist God's Advent incident.

　Among these conditions, "being recognized by the gods" and "golden branch" have already been obtained by Xing Mo, so she only needs four more.

　Of these four, excluding the anchor point, Xingmo's only clue is the second one -

　—Knowing an ultimate secret.

　From her perspective, given that the concept of "information" itself is corrosive, the essence of "knowing an ultimate secret" is actually to test "whether the spirit is stable enough to carry the extraordinary power of the angel level."

　This is the premise of everything, so for Xingmo, this matter is of course put first.

　On that night four months ago, Yuechen, who held the string of truth, said as he left, words that are still vivid in my mind:

　"...If you want to know the ultimate secret in the history of the extraordinary, then come to Yan Xia..."

　"...Come to Yanxia...Search for the unknown...Find me..."

　Yanxia...an ancient oriental kingdom...has a land area equivalent to 2/3 of the Vesta continent.

　Although that area is called the "Yanxia Islands", Xingmo believes that this is only because it has a large number of islands as its subsidiary areas.

　There is absolutely no problem in calling it "Yanxia Continent".

　Unknown... obviously means the dragon master hidden in history... the black dragon...

　Xing Mo didn't know why Yue Chen wanted to attract her to Yan Xia, and even promised her the condition of "becoming an angel".

　But for Xing Mo, Yan Xia had to go.

　because...

　Xing Mo picked up a photo from the side and looked at it.

　surface.

　This is a photo eroded by sea water, which Xingmo found in the corner of Professor Merlin's study.

　This photo is a group photo on the dock. Three rows of people are standing arm in arm, and most of their faces are eroded by the sea water.

　There was only one person Xingmo recognized—that was Merlin standing in the middle.

　Behind them, a huge steam ship was anchored at the dock.

　On its hull, Xingmo saw a line of large characters written in Yanxia language:

　Haishang Yunhao.

　July shipwreck, bustling beach, the first day in memory.

　The ship is related to Xingmo's life experience. For her, finding herself is a very important thing.

　And just recently, Xingmo finally found a clue about this ship - someone offered to sell her a piece of information about the ship's shipyard.

　Tonight, Xingmo is going to the East City District of the Academy City to meet this person.

　So now...

　“It’s time to go eat…”

　Xingmo stretched again, stood up and stretched his muscles.

　A slight sleepiness enveloped her, making her want to lie down on the table and fall asleep, but she knew that this was not possible.

　She had to find Aurora; sleeping was difficult without her.

　So, Xingmo walked out of her office and walked in the corridor illuminated by the morning light.

　On the way down from the North Tower, Xingmo met many teachers and students. When they saw Xingmo, they greeted her enthusiastically, and Xingmo kept waving.

　Soon, she descended to the Nefera Beta Great Hall, where breakfast was being served.

　But Xingmo was not in a hurry to eat breakfast. While responding to the greetings, she turned a corner and walked straight towards the back garden.

　She walked along the stone path among the lush greenery, through the morning dew, the breeze and the birdsong.

　Ten minutes later, Xingmo arrived at the depths of the back garden - a path full of flowers.

　Xingmo saw a small figure among the flowers not far away.

　As soon as she saw the pure white, her fatigue instantly dissipated. She stepped forward and called out:

　"Aurora!"

Chapter 372 July (Part 2) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Aurora did not respond to Xingmo.

　She stood in the middle of the garden, her arms outstretched, her head looking up at the sky.

　Xingmo walked behind Aurora, gently squeezed her shoulders, and put her head next to her.

　Aurora had a determined look on her face, as if she had made up her mind to do something.

　"Little ancestor, are you a little tree?" Xing Mo poked Aurora's cheek. "Do you need to photosynthesize every morning?"

　"Don't make noise, I'm communicating with the sun." Aurora murmured softly.

　Communicating with the sun? Xing Mo frowned, looked up at the sky, and covered his forehead with his hands.

　Well, the sun is shining.

　But what does it mean to communicate with the sun? Xing Mo had just begun to ponder when he felt himself being pounced upon.

　"Got it!"

　Aurora grinned wickedly as she pressed Xingmo down onto the grass. She put her face close to hers and stuck out her tongue.

　"This is the third consecutive day you've missed a nighttime date. You've successfully broken your record of not spending time with Aurora at night. How do you feel about this, Miss Saint?"

　"Oh, I'm busy..." Xingmo raised her head, "Are you angry?"

　"I'm mad at you for not taking care of yourself! Idiot!"

　Aurora pinched Xingmo's face with both hands, pinching and pinching it, trying to make her smile.

　"When will this be over?" the little guy puffed up his cheeks. "Didn't you say you wanted to go traveling? I really want to travel! When are we going?"

　"Very quickly," Xingmo's words were slurred due to her pinched cheeks. "Let's take care of the things at the White Pagoda this afternoon, and then go to East City to eat, drink and have fun tonight. I won't have to deal with the rest."

　"Really?" Aurora was skeptical.

　"Oh really."

　Xingmo smiled faintly, stretched out a hand, and gently stroked Aurora's little face.

　"Did you miss me that much?" she whispered.

　"Who missed you! Lululu!"

　Aurora stuck out her tongue like a machine gun, then stood up and walked towards the other end of the garden.

　Xing Mo stood up, looked at the little guy's back and smiled slightly, patted the grass stuck to his body, and followed him:

　"What's for breakfast today?"

　"I didn't make breakfast for you! Who would make it for you?"

　Aurora responded angrily, while Xingmo followed slowly.

　Walking to a corner of the garden, I saw a sumptuous breakfast placed on a table and chairs woven out of vines.

　Steaming hot preserved egg and lean meat porridge, two cups of soy milk, bacon burgers, tea eggs, everything you need.

　Xing Mo sat down at the table, glanced at the breakfast on the table, and said with a smile:

　"Didn't you make breakfast? Then what is this?"

　"It's made for the flowers and grass!" Aurora huffed.

　She buried her head in eating the century egg and lean meat porridge, slurping it up without caring that it was hot.

　Sigh... this little guy seems to be a little angry? Xingmo didn't panic and began to enjoy breakfast quietly.

　Staying up late always makes people's concentration scattered, but Xingmo doesn't really hate this hazy feeling. She picked up the daily newspaper that she got from the white dove messenger when passing by the hall, and prepared to read it while eating.

　"Snap." A small branch hit the back of her hand.

　"What's the matter?" Xing Mo looked up with a smile.

　"Don't look at anything while eating!"

　Aurora said.

　"Oh."

　Eat your meal first~

　Xingmo then began to eat slowly. As she ate, she commented on the taste of each dish - most of the time she gave scores above average, but not so exaggerated that Aurora felt she was being perfunctory.

　Aurora's expression softened as she listened to Xingmo praising her cooking skills.

　After Xingmo finished her meal, she snapped her fingers, and the chair Xingmo was sitting on turned into a vine swing, and Aurora jumped onto Xingmo.

　"Come, read the newspaper." The little evil god ordered.

　"Sure."

　Xingmo rubbed Aurora's head and immediately began to read the newspaper:

　"...Three months after the expulsion of the Imperial residents of the southern city, the Giant Royal Court's embassy in the Citadel was officially completed. Ambassador Migvaros delivered a speech today, declaring that friendly cooperation is the main theme of the future. The Giants are willing..."

　"It's time to drive the Imperials out," Aurora nodded. "You see, I think the Giants are much cuter than the Imperials."

　"Not everyone in the Empire is a bad person," Xingmo said, "but... in this situation..."

　Hatred can never be resolved by reasoning.

　Everyone can say "not all Imperials are bad people", but how can you make those poor people whose families have been taken away by the Imperials accept this?

　Therefore, it might be better for everyone to expel all the imperial civilians stationed in the academy.

　Thinking of this, Xingmo looked down:

　"...Reverend Haichao led the people of the sea back from the sea. It is said that when the Academy fell, he led some residents of the northern city to seek refuge on a deserted island. He claimed that all this was ordered by Bishop Roberts Thane..."