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

　The surface is decorated in bronze, with gold material outlining the edges, and steam pipes decorate the hull like the skirt of a lady at a masquerade ball.

　Aurora looked up at the huge cruise ship and opened her arms.

　"This is enough to transport an entire Sacred Tree Legion to conquer the other side!"

　"Who are you trying to conquer?" Xingmo pinched Aurora's cheek. "Look, a travel date is here."

　"We are here to investigate a case..." Ophelia said weakly.

　"Captain Alex hasn't done anything bad yet. We can't arrest him just because we've been notified that he's about to do something bad."

　Xingmo said this, then took Aurora's hand and walked towards the boarding gate.

　"Until then, enjoy your vacation."

　""

　Looking at Xingmo and Aurora's backs, Ophelia turned around and shrugged helplessly at the members of Section 1.

　"Looks like we're on our own."

　"Miss Saint doesn't want to interfere too much with the development of the world," Alia said seriously, "Section Chief, you have to understand."

　"...I kind of understand."

　Ophelia turned her head again and looked at the huge steam cruise ship.

　Three and a half years later, she began to understand what the Star Angels had done on the eve of the Holy War, and why they did not want to interfere too much in the world.

　She also faced the giant face that occupied the stars on the dark side of the moon and retained the relevant memories - only creatures with a status higher than that of saints remembered the memories of the Painters of the Strings, and all the rest were erased from their memories afterwards to avoid any large-scale supernatural pollution.

　A god, entrenched in deep space, longing to control the universe.

　Ophelia

　Knowing that, Star Angel was trying to avoid becoming such a being herself.

　Ophelia now has almost the answer to the question she asked under the ancient tree three years ago.

　"Supernormal Department, Section 1."

　she whispered.

　"action."

　The Moby Dick is indeed a masterpiece of the Messina Chamber of Commerce. This steam cruise ship embodies almost all the characteristics of hedonism, with facilities for people's entertainment from head to toe.

　There is an open-air swimming pool on the deck, various restaurants and shopping malls inside the hull, and there seems to be a casino in the lower cabin.

　Not to mention the top-notch suites where the members of Section 1 of the Extraordinary Department stay.

　"Wow!"

　When you open the door, what comes into view is a magnificent living room - six bedrooms and one living room, with classical decoration. The walls are decorated with oil paintings in frames depicting gold, silver and treasures.

　Aurora rushed into the living room, spun around a few times, and then jumped up and did another cool somersault.

　"Super vacation!" she cheered.

　Like a kitten moving into a new home... Xingmo looked around the room and turned around and said:

　"Put down your luggage, and then...eh?"

　She found that only Ophelia was left at the door, sitting in a wheelchair, with suitcases beside her.

　"They dropped their bags and ran off," Ophelia rubbed her temples. "They said they were going on a reconnaissance mission."

　"You are very motivated to work. Isn't that good?" Xing Mo said.

　"Do I need to bring a swimsuit for reconnaissance?" Ophelia sighed.

　"It's important to blend in with the crowd." Xing Mo shrugged.

　Ophelia complained as she flicked her wand, causing the luggage to float up with her.

　She pushed the wheelchair and went to put the luggage for the staff.

　Xing Mo pushed open the door to the room that belonged to her and Aurora, put her luggage on the bed, and then sat down beside the bed.

　Aurora suddenly pounced onto the bed, rolling, jumping, and hopping on the bed!

　"Vacation! Vacation!"

　"Look at my girl, she's bored," Xingmo smiled, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

　"I want to eat the food you cook!" Aurora said while tumbling in the air.

　"Since we're already on a cruise ship, let's go try the restaurant," Xingmo picked up the travel brochure beside the bed and began to flip through it. "The people of Messina like to prepare fish in various ways. Let's try something new."

　"That's fine!"

　Aurora jumped precisely and landed next to Xingmo, sitting down on her butt.

　"What's next?" She glanced at Xingmo, "Are we just going on vacation?"

　"Someone will come to chat with us," Xing Mo said calmly, "We just need to wait a little longer."

　As soon as she finished speaking, a faint blue light filled the air.

　It seemed like something was trying to show itself, but was blocked by Xingmo and Aurora's spiritual power field.

　"Uh-huh, here we come."

　Xingmo snapped his fingers, and a faint blue light outlined the shape of an envelope in the air.

　"...Dear Star Angel, the messenger Miss Angela wants to see you..."

　"Where is it?" Xing Mo asked.

　“...Jasmine Restaurant, private room...”

　Xingmo turned around and shrugged at Aurora:

　"Look, it's here."

　She stood up, closed the door, and then snapped her fingers lightly.

　"Snapped!"

　A pale blue light streamed through the crack of the door, accompanied by a creaking sound as it rubbed against the glass.

　Xingmo pushed open the door, and behind it was no longer the living room, but a small private room in Jasmine Restaurant.

　"That's fast, Miss Star Angel."

　The messenger Angela was sitting on a chair at the side of the private room with a faint smile on her face.

　Through the porthole behind her, the North City Port was gradually disappearing into the distance—the White Whale began to sail towards the sea.

　"long time no see."

　""

　Xingmo pulled out a chair, sat down at the table, and placed her hands flat on the table.

　After looking at Angela for a few seconds, she chuckled and said:

　"So, a thousand years later, what new wishes does the Emerald Family have?"

Chapter 624: Raging Sea (Part 5) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The Beluga was sailing smoothly on the sea. The sun was shining and the weather was clear.

　Seagulls fly alongside the huge cruise ship, and the birdsong and sunshine combine to weave a beautiful symphony.

　At the dining table, Aurora ate at a rapid speed, stuffing all kinds of seafood delicacies into her mouth.

　Xing Mo didn't say a word, just quietly waiting for the messenger's reply.

　""

　Facing Xingmo's gaze, Angela calmly poured a glass of wine and pushed it to Xingmo.

　"Are you still blaming me?" she said.

　"The messenger seems very keen on putting himself in a fence-sitter's position," Xingmo leaned back slightly. "During the Doomsday War, it was you who delivered the message to Stonek, allowing him to seize the perfect time to attack the Citadel... We almost lost a lot of good people, you know?"

　"We all have our own cages." Angela lowered her head, her lips curled.

　"But there are always people who are unwilling to be imprisoned."

　Xingmo stood up, grabbed the wine glass, and walked behind Angela...

　He lowered his head and put his mouth close to her ear:

　"You don't seem to be one of them."

　""

　Xing Mo could feel the spiritual power in Angela's body surging wildly. She knew that the messenger's instinct now was to escape from here immediately.

　But she finally suppressed it and whispered

　He opened his mouth and said:

　"We are in a different place in the flow of history."

　"Like This."

　Xingmo patted Angela's shoulder with a smile, then walked to the window and looked at the sea outside.

　She took a sip of red wine and said:

　"So, what about this time?"

　"A request," Angela let out a long breath, "from Emerald Seventeen."

　"Any further requests? Shouldn't the Holy War have allowed him to regain control? Or will he still be unable to suppress the Messina Chamber of Commerce even then?"

　"It's not about the Messina Chamber of Commerce, but... pollution."

　"pollute?"

　"Ah."

　Angela turned her head and looked at Xingmo who was standing by the window:

　"The Red Moon Cult is trying to corrupt the king. They've already corrupted the Chamber of Commerce, and now their ambitions have spread throughout Messina."

　"Then why don't you go and protect the king, and come to me?" Xing Mo shook her head. "You don't expect me to protect the king for you, do you?"

　"Your tickets were given by Sir Perel Larsen, right? That old gentleman," Angela said, "He attracted you so that you could investigate Captain Alex, right?"

　"That's right, and I don't intend to interfere," Xingmo said calmly. "I guess you've already investigated everything about Alex, and you plan to use this as intelligence in exchange for me coming forward to support your king, right?"

　""

　Angela was speechless. She suddenly realized a profound fact: she had no cards to play in front of Xing Mo.

　She had been seen through.

　"Even if this information is meaningless to you, it must be meaningful to the members of Section 1 accompanying you, right?" Angela whispered. "The Seven Deadly Sins have come... You can stay out of it, but they are still mortals after all."

　"Don't underestimate mortals." Xing Mo said.

　"I'm just an ordinary person, so I naturally won't look down on my own kind." Angela took a deep breath, "Think about it, okay?"

　Angela put the letter on the table, stood up, and left the room as if running away.

　Then, the only sound in the room was the sound of Aurora eating.

　"Little ancestor, you should finish all the food on the table." Xing Mo turned his head and puffed out his cheeks.

　It's so tiring to act majestic...

　"You're not eating, so why should I eat? Should I pretend to be a big shot with you?" Aurora muttered.

　"Ugh..."

　Xingmo picked up the letter, but didn't open it. She just snapped her fingers silently.

　Limitations of truth were placed upon it, and it would not open until all was over.

　"You don't want to show it?" Aurora looked up.

　"This is a battle they need to go through on their own," Xing Mo said calmly, "As for this letter, consider it as my small help afterwards."

　She put the letter on the table, sat down, and picked up the knife.