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

　But Miriam is different.

　They almost watched each other grow up, and over the years, they could not hide anything from each other.

　"Extraordinary effects... Actually, I've experienced them too," Miriam said, looking at the back of her hand. "Perhaps I experienced this feeling before you did. After all, there's no human element left in me anymore."

　"But you adapted very well," Xingmo said. "Isabella couldn't do so well. She became less and less like a human being."

　"Maybe it's because I miss my old life so much, so I spend most of my time living seriously," Miriam giggled, then immediately restrained herself. "But Xiaomo, you don't have the conditions now. You have to be in charge of the overall situation."

　Take control of the overall situation, think more rationally, and get closer to divinity.

　Unable to experience life, unable to feel one's own existence as a "human being", one gradually becomes indifferent.

　Since being promoted to an angel, Xingmo has boarded this one-way train and can no longer turn back.

　"There's nothing I can do," Xingmo whispered, "If this is the sacrifice I have to make, then I'll accept it."

　On the beach not far away, several children were chasing and playing. One of them picked up a handful of sand, cheered and threw it, and the sand scattered among the foam of the waves like flying snow.

　Xingmo and Miriam stopped on the seawall and looked at the children playing together.

　"There's really no difference between extreme rationality and extreme madness, Xiaomo," Miriam said softly. "In both cases, the decisions people make are seen by outsiders as... inhuman."

　"I know." Xing Mo nodded slightly.

　"I won't persuade you to turn back, because we can't turn back," Miriam held Xingmo's wrist, "but Xiaomo... seriously, I can give you a suggestion."

　"What advice?"

　"If it's too hard, then go a little crazy."

　Miriam giggled, took off her shoes and socks, and rushed to the beach.

　She blended in with the playing children, and their laughter and the sound of waves intertwined in the sunshine, composing a melody of peace.

　Xing Mo looked at her from afar and suddenly felt a muffled sound in her ears.

　It seemed that she was a little further away from this world.

　The old royal capital.

　The Ring of Transcendence opened, Freya jumped out, and walked quickly towards the Moon Altar in front of the castle.

　Anya was standing in the center of the altar, her eyes closed, surrounded by emerald green light.

　Sensing Freya approaching, Anya opened her eyes and looked at her with pupils sparkling with green stars.

　"...Uh, teacher, that..."

　Freya tried hard to recall the gesture of paying homage to the gods, but Anya waved her hand impatiently:

　"Those who know are not bound by etiquette. Stop wasting time and report back."

　"You should have heard everything...that meeting..." Freya muttered, "Then why do I need to report?"

　"Silly girl, I heard it, but you may not have heard it." Anya glared at Freya.

　"I heard it! I was there! How could I..."

　Freya was stunned when she spoke, and then she understood what the angel meant.

　She sighed somewhat ashamedly and immediately began to recount the content of the meeting.

　After finishing her retelling, Anya nodded slightly and said:

　"Now, think about it again. What attitudes did all parties express in this meeting?"

　"They're very...divided...?" Freya guessed.

　"That's partly true, but not that exaggerated," Anya said. "Everyone is reluctant to invest everything because of the lack of certainty."

　"To put it bluntly, they're not sure they can win, and there doesn't seem to be much of a threat right now, does it?"

　Recalling the attitudes of the councilors and priests at the meeting, Freya nodded thoughtfully.

　Indeed, from the perspective of both the New Parliament and the Star Sea Church, this war was started inexplicably.

　They did not encounter any real threat, and although they believed the information provided by Saint Shikoti Amura, they lacked that bit of energy.

　A life-and-death struggle.

　"Teacher, what should we do next?" Freya asked.

　"If they're not united enough, force them to unite," Anya said, "and create some crisis for them."

　"Creating a crisis?" Freya muttered, "Oh, I think I understand."

　"Understand? Understand what? You..."

　Before Anya could finish her words, she saw Freya jump and leave through the Ring of Transcendence.

　The next day, White Tower Bank.

　"boom----"

　As the raging flames rushed into the sky, the dome of the White Tower Bank was completely blown away and rubble burst into the sky.

　This was the first time in the history of the White Tower Bank that it had suffered such destruction - all the currency in the vault was burned to ashes. Those crazy bank robbers had no intention of stealing the money at all, they blew it all up!

　Among them, the storage rooms of the parliamentarians and nobles suffered the most, with not even a trace of residue left.

　Faced with such a major case, the Extraordinary Department launched a collective attack through Ah

　Without thinking about the questioning of the natural spirit, the first section staff found the suspect in a hot pot restaurant on the corner of the North City District.

　"Don't move!"

　Angelica kicked the door open and saw Freya and Yuwen stuffing meat into their mouths.

　The two light elves stared blankly at the staff from the Extraordinary Department who rushed in, and the staff from the Extraordinary Department also stared blankly at the two light elves.

　Angelica's mouth twitched for a long time, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, she took out the handcuffs.

　"Take away!"

　"Snapped!"

　The lights came on, and in the interrogation room under the White Tower, Freya was sweating profusely as she looked at the group of people opposite her.

　Of course, she knew all these people, but they were all looking at her as if she were a magical creature, which made her feel uncomfortable.

　"So, because the Angel of Wisdom asked you to create a crisis, you blew up the bank?" Angelica covered her face.

　"Yes... yes..." Freya nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice. "Isn't this very troublesome?"

　"But why blow up the bank?" Albus was rarely upset. He also had money deposited in the White Tower Bank.

　"Because... because..." Freya stuck out her tongue guiltily, "The biggest trouble I've ever caused is... robbing a bank?"

　"You've robbed a bank before? No wonder, you're a repeat offender," said Section 2 Chief Ophelia Sean, looking unsurprised. "But aren't you a light elf? Which bad guy led you to rob a bank?"

　"Ms. Shikoti Amura." Freya said embarrassedly.

　"Huh?" Angelica opened her mouth.

　"The head of your department is a bank robber..." Ophelia looked at Angelica in horror, "You guys helped too? Oh my god..."

　"That's never happened!" Angelica stood up. "How could the section chief rob a bank?"

　"It's true..." Freya said weakly.

　"No! You must be framing me!"

　"Stop, stop, stop. Now's not the time to argue about this," Albus couldn't help himself. "The problem now is, we can't just throw Lady Freya in jail, can we? She's an important ally, but the problem is, the White Tower Bank is the lifeblood of those councilors and nobles. The Messina royal family also stored a lot of jewels there. Now those things are gone. Their losses are so huge, it's impossible not to hold them accountable."

　"Just shift the responsibility to someone else." Freya stuck out her tongue.

　"The question is, who should we pass it on to?" Angelica spread her hands. "Could it be..."

　"This problem is easy to solve."

　There was a flash of blue, and Xingmo leaned against the wall of the interrogation room and looked at Freya.

　In the astonishment of everyone, she turned her head and said word by word:

　"Bad things are always done by the Imperials, that's for sure."

Chapter 518: Cloud City (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Freya is an innocent elf princess who is naive and does not have much social experience.

　But it was this innocence that allowed her to see something that Xingmo didn't see.

　It has to be said that Xing Mo admitted that she was too far away from this world - she hoped that once the problem was put forward, the academy and various forces would take the initiative to solve the problem, but she did not realize that this was not the case.

　Without real interests involved, no matter how righteous the cause is, it would be impossible for those people to devote themselves to the battlefield.

　But if they could actually see the threat, it would be different.

　Maple Leaf Palace.

　"That's the White Tower Bank! A bank in the Citadel was bombed right under our noses?"

　The congressman slammed the table, his eyes wide with anger.

　He almost immediately realized his own misconduct, cleared his throat, and lowered his voice:

　"Where's the murderer? This is obviously a very high threat to the City."

　Alice turned around and winked at Angelica. The girl stood up and said:

　"The First Division of the Extraordinary Department did not capture the exact criminal, but found some familiar traces at the scene."

　She snapped her fingers, and two staff members came over pushing a blackboard with several photos of the scene printed on it.

　"Anti-life elements are often believed to be products of the River of Curse and can be extracted from the negative emotions of spirits."

　"Lucius Phillips?" the priest pinched his chin.

　"He has a solid alibi," Angelica shook her head. "Let's jump to conclusions. Our speculation points to the other side."

　"The other side? The Empire?"

　"Yes, we suspect that the new Supreme Praiser planned all this."

　"With all due respect, I still believe Lucius Phillips needs further investigation," the councilman said, crossing his fingers. "He has a clear criminal record and has collaborated with the Court of Redemption. How can we eliminate him as a suspect?"

　"That's enough. Mr. Lucius's house is under 24/7 surveillance. You know this clearly," Alice said coldly. "We've already confirmed that all of this was done by the Supreme Praiser. If you continue to use your power against your own people and waste our precious time, then the Ministry of Extraordinary will not be able to guarantee your safety."

　""

　With golden eyes hovering above the conference hall, Xingmo watched as the expressions of the congressmen became increasingly serious.

　Yes, a demigod who can roam around the Citadel and even blow up a bank and leave without anyone noticing.

　What will explode next time?

　In a righteous speech

　After the outcry, the legislators seemed to be more united than before, and at least began to fully mobilize resources.

　"...We will recall all the nuns from the churches of Vesta and Yanxia Jiuzhou, and we expect to complete the call in a week..."

　"...Our production line will immediately make room for Lucius Phillips' new invention, and prototype testing will begin in three days..."

　"...The private army stationed in Academi? I see. I'll transfer them back soon and incorporate them into the official Citadel staff free of charge..."

　"...Me too..."

　Why didn't you do this before? Why did you hesitate before? Why did you rely on certainty before?

　interest.

　These two words lingered in Xingmo's mind.

　She suddenly understood a lot more, for example, the old White Tower Parliament did not collapse - it was not a question of ousting someone from office, as long as someone sat in that position, interests would always be the foundation.

　But when they suffer real losses, they have to start considering making concessions on some things.

　Those previous big events... they didn't get enough rain.

　Will it not be enough this time?

　Perhaps they should create more external pressure. Obviously, the pressure from the Empire is not strong enough, and Mortiheim is a completely unknown threat, which may not be enough for them to take it seriously.

　Moreover, they always feel that if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

　If those beneath the White Tower are not united, the threat from the north will never be truly resolved.