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

　Xingmo muttered, and her mind had already begun to imagine what kind of staple food and side dishes would be suitable for this dish.

　Seeing this, Aurora blinked happily.

　You see, it’s very easy to pull the little saint out of her thoughts.

　Just divert her thoughts towards cooking!

　The curve of her lips slightly dropped, and Aurora pursed her lips as she looked at Xingmo who was lost in thought.

　In a trance, the future possibilities seen on the silver tree...reappeared before my eyes again.

　Is that ending real?

　Are those possibilities destined to come to an end?

　Little Saint...is she destined to follow that fate?

　""

　"Aurora?"

　This time, it was Aurora's turn to come to her senses and find Xingmo looking at her.

　"What's the matter?" She immediately smiled brightly.

　"I've come up with some new dish combinations, come and practice with me."

　Xingmo took Aurora's hand and walked towards the tent while muttering something.

　"We have to have a meeting after dinner. We have to hurry because it will be very busy..."

　Aurora was pulled away by Xingmo. She didn't answer, but just smiled silently.

　No matter how grand the proposition of fate is, it seems insignificant when focused on this moment.

　Even if that future is bound to come, so what?

　I will face it with you...Aurora whispered softly.

Chapter 578: Fimbulwinter (Part 2) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　In the coalition, there is one thing that everyone agrees on—

　——Those who can eat the private dishes cooked by Miss Star Angel are blessed by God.

　And today, it seems that everyone is blessed by God.

　Because Xingmo went to the kitchen to cook.

　"...Xiaomo, you are the leader of the city, a great angel, the dawn of hope..."

　Vivian looked at Xingmo with tears in her eyes, and the corners of Xingmo's mouth were twitching.

　In the big tent, Vivian showed such a pitiful look in front of all the soldiers - tears in her eyes, sauce residue at the corners of her mouth, like a wronged little dragon.

　The reason for all this...

　Xingmo just made a big pot of beef brisket stewed with potatoes.

　"Vivian...are you going to throw away all your prestige?"

　Xingmo sighed, her sighing syndrome was already in the late stage.

　"I ate your meal without tears

　It's also a dragon, okay?" Vivian said confidently.

　"But at least this happened in front of so many people..."

　"So many people?" Vivian put her hands on her hips. "Look! We're all the same!"

　Xing Mo looked around and her mouth opened slightly when she saw the grand spectacle.

　She saw that the soldiers and staff were all eating with tears in their eyes.

　The tearful look on their faces was as if they had been imprisoned in the advanced string array room of the White Tower Prison for eight hundred days and were finally released on the first day of the new year. As soon as they walked out of the prison gate, they successfully boarded a flying carriage that happened to be going the same way. The coachman was an elegant and noble young lady who came to experience life among the people and had developed a liking for them and asked them if they wanted to have dinner together.

　Xingmo smiled and sighed, looking down at her knees.

　Aurora was lying there, curled up like a kitten.

　A model of eating and sleeping.

　"Don't blame everyone for eating so unruly. You know, before this, everyone just ate bread, potatoes, and so on. Meat was considered a special supply."

　Vivian complained:

　"Do you know how painful it is for a dragon to not be able to eat meat? Fortunately, the meat sent from the Citadel has increased recently... Did that Ophelia kill a few more councilors and send all their stock here?"

　"Um..."

　Xingmo nodded.

　"She did kill a lot of congressmen again."

　"If you ask me, this is it. I've long been fed up with those businessmen with ulterior motives." Vivian clenched her fist.

　"She also put Alice under house arrest." Xingmo added.

　"What!? Is she crazy?"

　Vivian slammed the table and stood up, ice-blue flames flashing in her vertical pupils.

　"Put Alice under house arrest? She dares? I'm going back to the Citadel right now..."

　Just as Vivian was about to walk out, Xingmo grabbed her hand.

　She turned around and saw Xingmo shaking her head slightly:

　"Vivian, be reasonable and listen to me."

　Xingmo just learned the whole process, and Ophelia explained the whole process to Xingmo personally through prayer.

　From the beginning, to the process, to the result.

　Xing Mo told Vivian everything. After listening, Vivian's brows were still furrowed.

　She paced back and forth, and finally sat down on a chair. She picked up a crystal rice with some depression, bit off the head, and took a few mouthfuls.

　"This subject is so useless. How do you teach it?" Vivian complained.

　"You are also in the same department, Vivian."

　"Oh, you know what I mean."

　Vivian waved her hand:

　"They're too rule-abiding. It's a violent organization, after all. Even if Ophelia really understands politics, she's still a human being, right?"

　"After all, they are just executors, not politicians," Xing Mo sighed. "Besides, everyone knows that Ophelia's current position is very important. Didn't you just say that there was no meat to eat before?"

　"She's just doing her job, but is it necessary to make it so ugly?" Vivian said.

　"She doesn't trust the nobility. Perhaps it has something to do with her childhood."

　Xingmo recalled the stubbornness Ophelia showed when she first met her.

　The descendants of Bishop Roberts Sean became merchants in Messina. This was not new in the Citadel, and Xingmo had known about it for a long time.

　At that time, many people thought this was ironic - it was the family that produced the first saint, Arcadia Sean, and it should be the family with the deepest faith in the Goddess in the entire world, and the family with the profoundest Xinghai Religion heritage.

　As a result, after a big quarrel, the archbishop's son ran away to Messina with his daughter and became one of the figures wearing top hats and suits in the steam wave.

　But Ophelia is back.

　After completing her studies at Krista School of Magic, she returned.

　She returned to the city where her grandfather fought and died, and silently took over his responsibilities and defended the city.

　She is more unscrupulous than her enemies.

　Moreover, Xingmo knew very well that having blood on her hands was not Ophelia's first wish.

　At first, Ophelia wanted Xingmo to do all this.

　It's just that Xingmo didn't do it, and someone always needs to get their hands dirty, so Ophelia was pushed into this position.

　"From a standpoint, I trust Ophelia. The fact that she dared to accept my curse of fate means that she is prepared to die."

　Xing Mo looked at Vivian, and her eyes became indifferent.

　"She knew that after the jihad was over, there would be a judgment day for what she had done during the war. That would be her day of reckoning."

　"By then, someone will always bear all the sins, or what we consider to be sinful emotions. It's either me or her."

　"I just hope that by then, she'll be ready."

　"I'm still worried about Alice." Vivian muttered.

　"If she dares to hurt Alice in any way, she will die immediately, believe me." Xing Mo said calmly.

　"Hmph...Okay, I definitely trust you," Vivian stuck out her tongue. "That Ophelia...I'll definitely settle the score when I get back."

　At this moment, Merlin's voice suddenly came:

　"Ladies, let's not talk about the past, let's accept the cheers of our friends."

　Xingmo and Vivian turned their heads and saw Merlin leading a group of monsters in.

　These monsters all have a flattering smile, and they give a

　Bottle of ice crystal rice, and then make a heart shape with your hands.

　Wait? Heart?

　Xing Mo stared in amazement as a three-meter-tall goblin placed a box of ice crystal rice on the table and made a heart shape with his hands to the equally stunned soldiers.

　He had a murderous look on his face, but the way he made a heart shape with his hands was even... a little charming.

　Xingmo could only sigh.

　What is Merlin teaching again? A show-off teaching?

　"Xiaomo Xiaomo, come and meet the new king of our Death Row Tribe—Miss Milulu!"

　After Merlin's introduction, a female goblin about two meters and five meters tall, with blue skin and dreadlocks on the back of her head came over.

　If Merlin hadn't introduced her, Xingmo really wouldn't have known that this person was a "Miss".

　"Hello, Your Majesty the Star Angel." Mi Lulu bowed.

　"I'm not a king." Xing Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

　"Sorry, Her Majesty the Queen of Star Angels, hello." Mi Lulu bowed again.

　""

　Xingmo heard Vivian chuckle behind her.

　She glanced at Merlin speechlessly and whispered:

　"Principal Merlin, what's going on here?"

　"Promote racial harmony."

　Merlin snapped his fingers:

　"I've been with the goblin brothers and sisters for so long, and just got to know them better. I found that there are still many misunderstandings between us. Let's talk about it?"

　""

　Xingmo glanced at Mi Lulu, then looked at Merlin.

　"Got... Got it...?"

　"Your Majesty the Queen of Star Angels, in fact, we are all victims."

　Mi Lulu bowed again, and Xingmo was almost certain that this was the "human etiquette" taught to her by Merlin.

　"Before you all arrived, we encountered an unprecedented cold wave. It was more intense than any cold wave in the past three thousand years. Even the spirits adapted to living in extreme cold felt the chill."

　"The priests accompanying the Most High came to us and told us that the cold wave was caused by outsiders breaking through the defenses of the Caradorans Mountains. Once the sacred mountain that protects us is broken, the cold wave will become even stronger."

　After saying this, Xingmo was speechless.

　What does it mean...it means that the Karadorans Mountains only protect the spirits here...and the humans outside are the pests that are destroying the world, right?

　"That's obviously wrong," Xingmo shook her head. "Breaking through the mountains and introducing the Eternal Scorching Wind will only increase the temperature in Mortiheim. How could it possibly intensify the cold wave?"