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

　"Well, my dear Miss Aurora, what is your novel about?"

　"A romance adventure novel!" Aurora raised a finger. "You're a little right. We used some of our stories as prototypes, but it's mostly original!"

　"So interesting..." Xingmo muttered, "Can you show it to me?"

　"No!" Aurora refused.

　"Stingy..."

　"I'll show it to you after it's published!" Aurora shook her head.

　After hearing this, Xing Mo couldn't help but turned his head away:

　"Are you still planning on publishing it?"

　"If I write a book but don't publish it, am I just writing it for my own amusement?" Aurora raised her chin. "We write books so more people can see our talent! Talent, you know? Talented people should show it off!"

　Oops...I'm still a beginner...I'm so crazy...

　"Then who do you plan to find to publish it?" Xing Mo was curious.

　"I don't understand, and I don't have any connections," Aurora shrugged. "When we get back to the Citadel, you can introduce me to someone."

　"Who should I introduce him to? The boss of the publishing house?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

　"Yeah!" Aurora nodded. "Anyway, as long as you can help us publish the book, that's all that matters!"

　"It's difficult..." Xingmo pretended to be deep.

　"What do you mean! You're a Star Angel! There's nothing you can't do in the Citadel!" Aurora's eyes widened.

　"The main thing is that I don't know what kind of book you're writing," Xing Mo said honestly. "So I don't know which publisher to approach. If I submit it to the wrong publisher, there's no chance of it being published, right?"

　"I already said it's a romance adventure novel!"

　"There are many different kinds of romantic adventure novels! 'Flowers Are Always Blooming' requires a certain level of aesthetic appreciation and empathy... 'Reborn Star Sea Dependents: After Leaving the Team, I Became a Heartthrob in the Church' is popular with everyone in the lower-tier markets... And then there's 'The Sailboat of the Day Before' that's a genre of literature mixed with some romance..."

　"You know so much?" Aurora was surprised.

　"I love reading. Books make people progress." Xingmo put her hands on her hips.

　"I thought little saints liked to read those old-fashioned academic magazines or classics..." Aurora muttered softly.

　"No conflict, okay, idiot," Xing Mo frowned. "The correct aesthetic is to embrace and appreciate all different aesthetics, from the highestbrow to the most common, rather than choosing one genre and reading it to death. That actually shows a narrow-minded aesthetic!"

　"I understand this principle..." Aurora said.

　A little embarrassed, "But... do I have to show it to you?"

　"How can I help you choose a publisher if you don't show it to me?"

　"Well... then don't laugh at me when you see this..."

　Aurora turned her head away, her cheeks flushed.

　To be honest, it must be very shy to show someone what you wrote for the first time, right?

　Xing Mo fully understood it.

　After all, it’s the first time for most people to write a book, and their level is just that level, so what they write will definitely be a bit childish.

　The tip of a pen needs to be sharpened.

　Anyone who can write a book of high quality in his first book is a pure genius.

　But isn't that a bit too shy?

　Xingmo took the book handed to her by Aurora and took a deep breath.

　It wouldn't be anything indecent, would it?

　She looked up at Aurora and found that the little one had buried her head in the quilt.

　No...it can't be true...?

　They also said that our story was used as a prototype... then... then that can't be...

　Xingmo's face felt slightly hot.

　She took a deep breath, calmed the fire in her heart, and opened the book.

　She thought that what would greet her would be the ultimate childish and improper kingdom created by her own little ancestor.

　However...

　""

　Xingmo read for fifteen minutes without saying a word.

　Aurora finally couldn't help but lift her head out from under the quilt and yelled:

　"Why aren't you talking? You little saint, you're such a big idiot!"

　After she shouted like that, Xingmo came back to his senses and raised his head from the book.

　"Aurora..."

　She took a deep breath, reflecting on the situation for a moment before addressing Aurora's anxious expression.

　"What...what's wrong?" Aurora looked away again. "You...you can criticize me if you want. I'm not sensitive..."

　"Well written."

　"Eh?"

　Aurora turned around, a smile as bright as a sea of ​​flowers blooming on her face.

　"Really?"

　“Yes, it’s really well written.”

　Xingmo nodded sincerely, stood up and sat down beside the bed.

　She wasn't exaggerating, Aurora wrote really well.

　The atmosphere tinged with a touch of melancholy, the subtle emotions flowing through the brushstrokes, the subtle clues that can be glimpsed in a short plot...

　This is a novel with all the necessary elements, excellent writing style and rich emotions.

　Needless to say.

　"Have you ever written a novel before?" Xing Mo was really curious.

　"No... I haven't written one," Aurora shook her head. "But my sister did say that Havrgard has a great talent for art. I didn't believe it before, but as soon as I started writing novels, I felt like I was amazing. I could write so smoothly."

　She was a little intoxicated and had obviously wanted to show off for a long time, and her body began to twist slightly.

　Xingmo flipped through Aurora's book again, nodding as she read.

　"Okay, okay, I have to find time to finish reading it... But why did you write the Saint as a weak submissive character who is clearly enjoying herself but keeps saying she's resisting? Does that fit reality?"

　"That's right!" Aurora opened her arms.

　"He also said that the evil god is a great evil god...very powerful...mature and steady..."

　"Isn't that right?" Aurora put her hands on her hips.

　"...As long as you're happy."

　Xingmo closed the book, pinched Aurora's cheek, and returned the book to her:

　"Hmm... This is a classic piece of popular literature, very relevant to the lives of modern young people. It's mainly about storytelling, and it's very well told... It would be better to find a publisher in Massena."

　"Masena?" Aurora had a big question mark over her head. "Fallu just finished the war. Can the cultural industry there keep up?"

　"You don't understand this, little ancestor."

　This time it was Xingmo's turn to be proud:

　"The hardships of real life often trigger people's yearning for the spiritual world. In times of war and hunger, the development of literature is often continuously promoted..."

　"Realistic writers depict wars, record society, and criticize reality; romantic writers express their fantasies, using brilliant words to construct their ideal country; not to mention the flourishing genres, most of which tend to be fantastical, depicting heroic stories and bringing joy to people during war..."

　"Stop, stop, stop," Aurora said, her eyes sparkling. "I've read so many books and still haven't memorized this stuff. Stop talking!"

　"Well, that's not really that important," Xingmo smiled. "What kind of ism...is essentially just a classification formed by the influence of a certain trend of thought on people's creations at that time. True art has always been there and doesn't need these embellishments."

　"That's right!" Aurora put her hands on her hips. "We create great art!"

　A great art depicting an evil god taming a saint?

　Xing Mo stuck out her tongue and said:

　"In short, it's definitely no problem to find a publisher for this kind of book in Massena. You can ask Chloe for a recommendation."

　"Okay! Let's go to Massena!" Aurora waved her fist.

　"Are you in a hurry to go? You haven't finished writing yet, right?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

　"I've written about 300,000 words. I plan to write 500,000 words for the first volume, and we'll be done tomorrow."

　You mean you can write... 200,000 words a day?

　Seeing Xingmo's incredulous expression, Aurora raised her head:

　"We print the text directly on it! And those who need

　Third-rate writers who rely on typewriters or pen and ink are not on the same level!"

　"So amazing..." Xing Mo laughed, "You really are a natural born writer."

　My daughter suddenly became a writer. This is indeed a very novel and interesting experience...

　Take her to Massena to find an editor... and see if she can be published...

　"Okay, then I wish you to become a great writer!" Xing Mo gave a thumbs up.

　"If it doesn't work out, you can weave our own destiny and make it happen for us!" Aurora also gave a thumbs up.

　They both laughed at the same time.

　After laughing for a long time, Ophelia's muffled voice suddenly came from outside the door:

　"You two, Principal Sphinx has been waiting for you downstairs for a while. Shouldn't we...go and say goodbye?"

　"Okay, come on."

　Xingmo took out her wand and lightly tapped it. With a flash of ice-blue light, she and Aurora completed their change of clothes.

　"Let's go."

　Xingmo extended her hand to Aurora:

　"Writers, please leave~"

　Aurora chuckled and grabbed Xingmo's hand:

　"Let's go!"

Chapter 644: Laziness in Comfort (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　At the gate of Krista Magic Academy, Sphinx and the accompanying teachers finally waited for Xingmo and his group.

　The elderly principal stepped forward, extended his hand toward Xingmo, and smiled kindly:

　"Thank you for solving such a big problem for us, Star Angel. Thank you for teaching in our school. The students like you very much."

　"I can't say I solved it," Xing Mo smiled faintly, "To be precise, they solved it."

　She pointed to Ophelia beside her.

　Sphinx turned his head and smiled faintly at Ophelia:

　"Little Ophelia, don't risk your life next time, okay? The messengers will descend together and use the powerful Mantra Circle to crush greed. When making decisions in the future, please act within your capabilities and don't get yourself hurt."

　"I'll try my best," Ophelia said sullenly.

　"I'm glad to see your growth," Sphinx nodded. "Come back more often in the future."

　Come back and check more often...

　Ophelia raised her head and glanced at the magnificent Castle Christa.

　To be honest, if it were in the past, she might really not want to come back.

　But this time...

　"Okay." Ophelia nodded slightly.