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

　Angelica took out the telescope, twisted it quickly, and began to observe.

　Angelica recognized familiar logos on the soldiers' clothes.

　Stars follow.

　"There's a ghost." Angelica whispered.

　"Well, my spirit is always around to protect us..." Albus nodded seriously.

　Angelica rolled her eyes.

　"Idiot, let's go and check out the scene."

　""

　Five minutes later, at the blockade.

　Facing Angelica and Albus who were walking towards them, a man who looked like a captain reached out to stop them:

　"Site ahead, no entry allowed, please take a detour."

　Angelica and Albus didn't waste any time and directly took out their certificates from the Department of Extraordinary Affairs:

　"Excuse me."

　No matter how powerful Xing Sui was, no one dared to stop this organization that was directly under the command of Star Angel. The captain immediately ordered his soldiers to open the cordon and let the two pass.

　Angelica and Albus shuttled through the wreckage, maximizing their inspiration and sensing possible clues in the ruins.

　Angelica tried for a long time but couldn't sense anything.

　The clues here, at least in the real world, have apparently been cleared.

　"Albus, did the spirit speak?" She could only place her hope on Albus beside her.

　"They say..."

　Albus frowned, looking strange:

　"The spirit was...dispelled?"

　"disperse?"

　"Just before the explosion, all the spirits in the cabin were exorcised," Albus nodded slightly, "The exorcism... can rule out a natural phenomenon."

　"What this means is... someone is deliberately trying to conceal what happened in the cabin..." Angelica whispered, "There's something fishy going on."

　The two looked at each other, their expressions becoming much more serious.

　"There's no need to look any further. We won't find any more information," Angelica glanced at the Star Followers nearby. "They must have already cleared out everything they needed to. There's no way we can find anything more."

　"Then go back and report." Albus nodded.

　The two immediately left the scene, got on a carriage, and headed towards the academy.

　Inside the carriage, Angelica folded her umbrella and rubbed her wet hair complainingly.

　"So annoying... I didn't like Ophelia when she was selected for the Extraordinary Department, but I didn't expect her to be such a worthless person."

　"Some of the things she did were beneficial to the Citadel," Albus said, polishing his silver knife, the blade reflecting his eyes. "But she has no bottom line. This is not the way we do things."

　"It's so hard to catch that little tail..." Angelica muttered, "We..."

　Suddenly, a strong spiritual pressure hit.

　Albus stood up suddenly and rushed towards Angelica:

　"careful!"

　The next second, a beam of fire hit the carriage, tearing it into pieces. The horse's head shot up into the sky, accompanied by dripping blood.

　Albus struggled to get up from the wreckage of the carriage. With his vision still black, he cut his wrist with the blade of the knife:

　"Kill him!" he yelled.

　The spirit immediately replaced his vision, and he saw the attacker, the man in the yellow robe with fire in his eyes.

　When he saw the overwhelming spirits sweeping towards him, he almost immediately turned and left, his yellow robe trailing flames as he disappeared into the wilderness.

　Albus was about to give chase, but heard a sob behind him:

　"Ouch...Albus...I'm...in pain..."

　Albus turned his head sharply, and as his vision gradually cleared, he saw Angelica lying in the wreckage.

　A wooden splinter pierced her abdomen and her blood was all over the ground.

　"Angelica!"

　Albus knelt beside Angelica and slit his wrists again.

　The blood turned into a grayish-white sticky substance in the air, which immediately wrapped around Angelica's wound, stabilizing her spirit.

　Looking at the two wounds on Albus' wrists, Angelica trembled and smiled:

　“It… hurts a lot, doesn’t it…?”

　"Stop talking!" Albus yelled, unusually loud. "I'll take you back!"

Chapter 544: A Land Flowing with Milk and Honey (Part 10) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The door of the operating room opened, and Albus, who was sitting at the door, stood up like a madman and looked at the nurse ferociously.

　"How is she!" He stepped forward and grabbed the nurse's shoulders.

　"Mr. Albus, please don't get excited. Miss Angelica's condition has stabilized!"

　The nurse was a light elf. She looked at the man in front of her with some fear, but she kept her voice.

　The tone is bland:

　"She's fine. Light elf magic is very powerful in stabilizing wounds. Please trust us."

　Hearing that Angelica was fine, Albus fell into the chair like a lost soul and closed his eyes.

　His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

　"Take care of her."

　Albus stood up, said something, and left the door.

　He went straight to the third section of the Extraordinary Department, and sure enough, he found Alice there.

　Alice and Miriam were preparing documents together. Seeing Albus coming, she looked up:

　"Albus, how's it going?"

　"Angelica was injured. She suffered a penetrating wound to the abdomen and nearly died." The wrinkles between Albus's brows seemed to be burning. "Her attacker... was a guy in a yellow robe. He was a saint at least."

　Then he reported everything to Alice.

　After listening to the report, Alice frowned and murmured softly:

　"No, it won't be the Golden People."

　"Even if he's wearing yellow robes?" Albus's voice rose considerably.

　"Albus, don't panic," Alice said seriously. "Think about it, who would want the Department of the Supernatural to start attacking the Golden People?"

　Hearing this, Albus' pupils shrank and the wrinkles on his face gradually relaxed.

　"You mean... or Ophelia...?"

　"Yes," Alice nodded. "I'm afraid... yes..."

　Miriam beside her nodded slightly and said:

　"We can't fight among ourselves any more, or we'll just give her the opportunity to further divide us."

　Albus paced back and forth for a while, then pulled over a chair and sat down.

　He covered his face with his hands, rubbed them gently, and whispered:

　"So what do we do?"

　"Let's suspend the investigation for now and switch to defense," Alice said. "Xiaomo's almost done. Ophelia might even have enough influence... to send the Citadel's troops to the other side."

　"After the war, when Xiaomo comes back, it won't be too late for us to settle accounts with her."

　Maple Leaf Palace, meeting room.

　"Open the door."

　"Squeak..."

　As the star soldiers on both sides pushed open the door, Ophelia's calm face was divided into black and white by light and shadow.

　What came into view was the long table in the conference room. Even though the Sword of Dawn was no longer hanging above the chief seat, the majesty of the conference room had not diminished in the slightest.

　The space below the chief seat was still empty.

　Facing the gazes of the parliamentarians, Ophelia walked half a circle around the table and sat down in the chief seat.

　She smiled and responded to the officials who greeted her, then straightened her mind and said:

　"We just received urgent news that two officers from Section 1 of the White Tower's Extraordinary Department were attacked by a yellow-robed individual while investigating the crash site. Their resonance string was fire, and they are suspected to be escapees from the plane crash."

　"Didn't they say there were no survivors?" a congressman asked with a frown.

　"It seems so," Ophelia nodded seriously. "This confirms the Golden People's ambition to use this plane crash to rebel against us. We accepted them into our land, and they retaliated in this way."

　"Isn't it a bit... hasty to arbitrarily conclude that they are from the Empire based solely on their yellow robes?"

　A voice came from the other end of the long table. Ophelia looked over and found it was Diana Pushit.

　The way to go is to take care of yourself.

　"Ms. Diana, you haven't participated in our discussion for a long time, right?"

　"Because the seat on the council was previously managed by my daughter Alice, and she's very busy now."

　Diana replied calmly:

　"Now, I will take her place, in the name of the Pushet family."

　"Very good, now we have another reliable advisor, but..."

　Ophelia emphasized the word "staff officer".

　She lowered her head, flipped through the documents, and said:

　"After the plane crash, I quickly dispatched troops to suppress the Golden People's residential areas, intending to control any possible rebellion among them."

　"But... this time the suppression was stopped. It was your daughter, Alice Pucht, who stopped our suppression. Look, there's still a wound on my chest."

　Her eyes suddenly became sharp, and even Diana, who was still dominating the parliament, was shocked.

　"Your daughter is busy...busy doing what? Busy interrupting our plans?"

　"With the Holy War imminent, what exactly does Alice Pucht want to do? Hoping for another rebellion to sprout from within us?"

　"She's simply protecting the autonomy of the Pushet family's territory," Diana tapped the table with her index finger. "Also, in the absence of evidence, she doesn't want you to suppress innocent civilians. This is a just act."

　"It was your daughter's righteous act that resulted in the injury of a member of the First Division of the Extraordinary Department!" Ophelia raised her voice. "If we had suppressed them earlier, they might not have had this opportunity. At least they would have remained dormant for a while."

　"So, you assume that there really is a so-called resistance organization among the Golden People?" Diana raised her eyebrows.

　"Assumption? I thought it was a fact?"

　Ophelia's mouth curled slightly:

　"Or do you know something about the airship crash?"

　"I don't know more than you, at least I definitely know less than you," Diana also smiled faintly, "After all, there were no witnesses to the plane crash.

　, isn’t it?

　Ophelia's face became much more serious:

　"Right now, we must expedite all our actions, rather than hypocritically looking for evidence. As long as the decision is beneficial to the City, it should be implemented even without evidence."

　Diana frowned:

　"Your words are very much like the style of Golden King Ugaen Tukakankion."

　Ophelia nodded firmly:

　"Yes, we are more Machiavellian and more unscrupulous when dealing with our enemies."