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

　"...You just don't want to be in charge."

　"Yes, yes, I am the evil god of shaking hands!"

　Looking at these two funny guys playing around, Miriam smiled lightly and said:

　"Okay, the door is open, come in."

　As the round door of the warehouse slowly opened, a group of people walked in.

　Unlike a bank vault, the vault of the Third Section of the Extraordinary Department is pitch black, with crystal balls hanging in the air, emitting a milky white dreamy light.

　In fact, this is a method of information storage developed by Aurora herself: each crystal ball is a separate dream, and by sealing the information in an independent dream, its integrity is guaranteed and contamination is eliminated.

　“It took a lot of effort to put this information into the dream.” Miriam chuckled.

　"In the end, it was all my Star Absorbing Technique that refined all the information in an instant and turned it into my cultivation." Aurora pretended to be mysterious.

　"She's been reading a lot of Yan Xia's martial arts novels lately," Xing Mo rubbed his silly wife's head, "Where's the information on Captain Alex?"

　"Here, I've seen it in advance."

　Miriam raised her wand and waved it gently, and a crystal ball fell from the dark dome.

　"In fact, before you mentioned him, this captain had already been put on the gray list due to multiple malicious incidents and had backups in major ports."

　"Among the most egregious crimes he committed were committing ... inappropriate acts on several female tourists on a cruise ship, and believing that since he had paid them, everything that happened was just a transaction."

　"What a complete scumbag," Aurora muttered.

　The crystal ball fell

　Miriam's fingertips, she raised her wand and tapped it lightly -

　"clang."

　As the milky white halo spread out, the surrounding darkness gradually dissolved and turned into a grayish-white illusion.

　In the illusion, a captain wearing a cocked hat stood at the helm, holding the rudder in one hand and a knife in the other, roaring at the sky.

　"Mermaid boys! You effeminate creatures, we're about to sail through a storm! Pull up your pants and work hard! Conquering the sea is the mission and honor of the people of Laslan!"

　The captain roared, swinging his blade at the storm among the gray clouds.

　Xing Mo stood aside, looking at his furious face, and said:

　"He's indeed a descendant of Laslan. No wonder he wasn't fired despite all the bad things he did. After all, Laslans are experts at controlling the wind and waves."

　"He was once a privateer captain in Typhoon Delem Kans's fleet," Miriam nodded. "After the Doomsday War, he was recruited by the Messina Chamber of Commerce. He spent his first year driving a steam freighter for them, and the following year he was drafted in to captain the White Whale, where he has served ever since."

　"The Messina Chamber of Commerce is really still haunting us." Xing Mo muttered.

　The environment began to change, and the surrounding scene gradually stretched and became longer, finally twisting into a long gray-white strip.

　"The transition effects are a bit dizzying." Xing Mo glanced at Aurora.

　"What do you know! This is called a movie experience!" Aurora put her hands on her hips.

　The scene changes, the huge steam freighter Moby Dick is anchored in the port, and Captain Alex stands in front of the corridor bridge, waving to the reporters with a smile on his face.

　"This thing is going to make a lot of waves!" he shouted. "I'm going to be rich soon!"

　"As expected of a Laslan, I would have thought he was going to drive a pirate." Xing Mo commented.

　"Does he have any family?" Aurora asked.

　"There should be, but it seems the relationship is very strained," Miriam recalled. "We have to wait for the Messina Police Station for the specific information, but based on the vague information, he has a family in Messina.

　"But you also know that most Laslan people have integrated into the culture of the shore over the course of time. Especially in the period before the privateers became rampant, the remaining Laslan people became friendly with the Messina people, and many of them have stayed on the shore ever since."

　"Since this guy chose to return to the seas and become a pirate again when the Pirate King called, it's likely that he's cut ties with his family and embraced his true nature."

　Miriam looked at Xingmo, tilted her little head, and her long golden hair trembled slightly in the air.

　"Goddess sister, what bad thing is he going to do next?"

　"Milliam~" Xingmo puffed up her cheeks.

　"Hey, Xiaomo is so cute," Miriam poked Xingmo's cheek, "Isn't that disrespectful?"

　"Okay, I'll punish you by asking you to treat me to dinner tonight to atone for your sin." Xing Mo smiled.

　After the Doomsday War, Xingmo gradually used hints to let everyone know his identity.

　This process takes a long time. After all, everyone has a different status, and the order in which they know her identity is also different.

　Miriam was naturally one of the first to know about it.

　Xingmo has always emphasized: Evelamis is her, and Xingmo is also her, so there is no situation where the relationship between the two will no longer exist after her memory is awakened.

　She was very worried that her friends would start to feel alienated because of the huge difference in their status and eventually become strangers.

　Who knows, Miriam has no barriers.

　She would ask Xingmo questions like "Can you accept me as an archangel?", "Can you weave a destiny where clothing stores have discounts every day?" and "Can you let her create cool projections to work as a clone?" almost every three days.

　Well, this girl is really amazing. She can accept the fact that her best friend is the goddess of the starry sea calmly and even enjoy it.

　Only after Xingmo gave her the title of Sparkling Archangel did Miriam finally calm down.

　"As the Archangel of Sparkling Sparkle, it's only natural that I know some of the inside story, right?"

　Miriam blinked her big eyes, which were indeed sparkling.

　Xing Mo sighed softly and said:

　"I didn't intend to hide it from you."

　She waved her hand lightly, and the dream around her was stained with a faint golden light.

　Amidst the rippling starlight, a massive ship outlined in gray and white sailed on the sea, swaying in the storm. In the distance was a huge whirlpool, and within it was an endless black abyss.

　"Lucifer told me that Captain Alex has made up his mind to conduct a sacrifice on the next White Whale voyage, and the entire cruise ship will be the target of sacrifice."

　"That's so exaggerated," Miriam stuck out her tongue. "But why? I think his job should be quite lucrative. Even if the Chamber of Commerce deducted some of his salary for his crimes, it wouldn't drive him crazy enough to sacrifice a cruise ship, right? Isn't that cutting off your own path?"

　"Not really."

　Xingmo nodded.

　She snapped her fingers, and the golden light pulled her dream forward quickly, freezing on the bridge of the White Whale.

　In front of the captain's desk, there is a photo frame showing a peaceful family of three.

　"Perhaps someone threatened his family."

　A broken photo frame was placed on the table, containing a blood-stained family portrait.

　Captain Alex stood in the middle, holding the beautiful woman in one arm and the cute little girl in the other.

　Looking at the broken family portrait in front of him, Xing Mo couldn't help but recall the supplementary file that Miriam sent before he left.

　His daughter

　My name is Nunnally, and I'm currently studying at the Krista School of Magic. My wife is Sita, a senior designer at the Messina Shipyard."

　"You guessed right. He hasn't been in contact with his family for a long time. Ms. Sita doesn't want to reconcile with the man who abandoned his family to become a pirate, but he has been steadily sending money to his daughter every month to support her studies at the Krista School of Magic."

　""

　Recalling Miriam's words, Xingmo raised her eyes and looked at the charred skeleton of Captain Alex.

　He had things that tied him down before.

　But rage ruined everything.

　So, why was he furious?

　Is it just because the Messina Chamber of Commerce withheld his money?

　Or is there another reason?

　"Let's start the dream communication." Xingmo nodded towards Aurora.

　"It's so annoying. Why do I have to volunteer for you every day?"

　Aurora complained as she reached out and wiped it gently.

　Captain Alex's skeleton emitted a green light, and the surrounding space became a little darker.

　Xingmo snapped his fingers, and a golden thread dropped from the darkness and pierced into the captain's remains.

　The outline of the illusion gradually emerged as outlined by golden threads.

　deep red.

　Amidst the crimson color, an ancient stone slab stood in the depths of the forest, with blood flowing down from the top of the slab.

　The dead sheep was beheaded and the believers held up its head...

　cereals.

　Swaying rice fields, blood spilled on wheat stalks.

　Well...

　Xing Mo frowned as he looked at the illusion before him.

　"Playing tricks..."

　She stretched out her hand and pinched out a golden thread from the illusion, and flicked it lightly -

　"Ding--"

　In the illusion, Lucifer's figure appeared.

　She squatted on the ground, piecing together clusters of crimson halos, and muttered:

　"We need some terrifying foreboding images here...very scary...find a piece of stone...carve something randomly...and then sprinkle some sheep's blood on it..."

　"Yes, this is scary. I'll add some spiritual pressure to make the picture blurry..."

　"Oh? They're sacrificing sheep again? Then let me take a picture... Hmm, this is also very Lord of Hell style..."

　"Hehe... I scared my mother to death..."

　Not scared to death.

　Looking at Lucifer who was seriously creating the illusion, Xing Mo squatted behind her and patted her shoulder.

　"Tell me where to point."

　Lucifer's body collapsed and quickly turned into a deep red halo, with clusters of memories scattered within it.

　Xing Mo stretched out his hand and took the halo into his palm, then squeezed it——

　"boom!"

　The deep red silk threads blossomed, quickly weaving out pictures, and finally stopped at the portrait of an old man.

　It was an elderly gentleman, sitting in the depths of an ornately decorated bedroom, a glass filled with amber liquid in his hand.

　"...How long has Alex's money been held? Eight months? Very good. As a villain who can't control his own behavior, he deserves it..."

　"...Let's just let the situation at the Messina Shipyard continue to develop. Ms. Sita can almost leave. She's proven to have absolutely no talent for the Laslans. There's no need to keep her in that position..."

　"...Contact the Krista School of Magic. The lovely Miss Nunnally can take a leave of absence. She couldn't afford the tuition, so she didn't go to school. That's what's right..."

　"...With this, the mission given by the Lord is almost complete..."

　The old gentleman leaned back in his chair with an expression of satisfaction.

　The illusion gradually dissipated, Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other and shrugged.

　"I knew there was something wrong with that old guy," Aurora muttered.

　"Hmm." Xing Mo nodded.

　"What's going on?" Ophelia frowned. "Tell me quickly, don't be a riddler."

　"It was Sir Perel Larsen who lured Captain Alex into madness," Xingmo said frankly, "and it was also the Messina merchant who sent us the invitation tickets."

　"What a coincidence? We were just about to investigate the White Whale when the boat tickets arrived in the mail?"

　In the office of the First Division of the Extraordinary Department, Angelica was holding a large envelope, somewhat surprised.

　"Sir Perel Larsen... seems to hold an extremely high position within the Messina Chamber of Commerce. People say he's a genial old gentleman... and this boat ticket is for a luxury suite. Does this count as a trip?"

　"Don't let your guard down too much."