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

　"Supernormal Department, Section 1."

　As soon as he finished speaking, Peter's face froze.

　He recalled the news that came through the channel not long ago: the First Section of the Extraordinary Department has moved into Golden Paradise and is likely to start investigating people.

　What the boss lady meant was to avoid it as much as possible and not leak any information.

　So Peter decided to keep his mouth shut.

　""

　"Why have you gone quiet?"

　The girl spoke softly, Peter swallowed and said:

　"Sorry, I was a little distracted."

　"It's okay," the girl said softly, "I get distracted often too."

　This girl doesn't look like a clerk in the first department. Could she be a newcomer?

　While I was thinking, the carriage passed through the intricate streets and the endless Bliss Lake came into view.

　"We're almost there. I'll drop you off here, okay?" Peter was eager to get rid of the girl as soon as possible.

　"No," the girl shook her head, "drive to that little tree."

　Following the girl's suggestion, Peter looked at the little tree.

　Then, he saw several members of the First Division of the Extraordinary Department in formal attire.

　"!"

　The moment he realized the danger, Peter wanted to turn his horse around and leave immediately.

　However, he couldn't move his wrist.

　He turned around tremblingly and found that the girl in the carriage had golden light flashing in her eyes.

　"Drive under that little tree," the girl whispered. "That's your destiny."

　""

　The carriage stopped by a small tree on the lakeside and stopped in front of the members of the First Section of the Extraordinary Department.

　As soon as Peter got out of the car, he met a pair of ice-blue eyes and heard a difficult and obscure whisper:

　"In my presence, you will speak the truth, and it is a truth."

　Peter knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and trembled:

　"Oh...I'm wrong...Don't catch me...kind ladies...please..."

　Seeing that he was controlled, Vivian turned her head and looked to the side.

　The car door opened, and tiny feet in white socks and Mary Janes landed on the lawn.

　Cain raised his head and looked at Vivian:

　“Did I do well?”

　"very nice."

　On the side, Ophelia came over pushing the wheel with an indifferent expression.

　Looking at the driver in front of her, she frowned:

　"Peter, you are Salma Garner, the lady's spy, right?"

　"Yes, I am."

　Peter could only tell the truth. After he finished speaking, his expression turned slightly cruel:

　"This is... Massena, what right do you have to..."

　"We have the power to enforce the law," Alice said, leaning against a tree. "You'd better be obedient. This Ophelia Thane's methods are very cruel."

　"I don't want to be obedient..." Peter told the truth.

　"I know you don't want to..." Ophelia sighed.

　"You are so terrible, woman, you are so terrible..." Peter continued to tell the truth.

　"How do I look?" Angelica blinked.

　"You are a beautiful lady..."

　"Look! I told you I'm beautiful!" Angelica elbowed Albus on the waist.

　"What do you think of Ling's abilities as an investigator?" Albus asked Peter.

　"The spirit is pervasive, it's terrifying..."

　"Okay, stop it!" Ophelia desperately suppressed the urge to sigh. "The String of Truth isn't for this... Turn on the camera and record his confession."

　"it is good!"

　Little Faye came running over, carrying a big camera on her little shoulders.

　On the side, Ataniti and Chenxi were tinkering with it for a long time before they started recording.

　Ophelia cleared her throat, pushed her wheelchair into the camera, and came in front of Peter.

　"Driver," she said coldly, "have you ever been a spy for Salma Ghana, gathering intelligence for her and exchanging it for money?"

　Peter didn't want to speak, he knew that if he opened his mouth he would be doomed.

　Salma will definitely settle the score with him, and even if she doesn't, the August Palace will.

　But the crime was already done. If it wasn't for greed, why would he work for Salma...

　The time has finally come for retribution for the sins committed.

　""

　Peter closed his eyes and said tremblingly:

　"Yes..."

Chapter 650: Laziness in Comfort (Part 9) -3k- (Two Updates in One)

　The next morning.

　When Xingmo got up and saw Aurora waiting by the window, he knew that the girl probably hadn't slept much all night.

　She had a newspaper spread out on her knees and her eyes were fixed on it.

　Yes, voting starts today...

　If you want to start serialization as soon as possible, you must win the voting in these three days.

　Xingmo knew that Aurora had a high probability of not winning.

　After all, she is not a great writer, and not every reader wants to finish reading what she writes.

　Between "getting a steady stream of short, quick stimulation" and "getting deeper pleasure through immersive reading", readers usually choose the former.

　As for the latter, it would be chosen by a very small number of readers with aesthetic taste.

　These readers with good aesthetic taste usually choose those who have already written excellent works.

　Writers are reading, and they may not be patient with newcomers like Aurora.

　So, Xingmo secretly moved closer to Aurora and looked at the newspaper.

　A special column was set up in a corner of the newspaper, which contained two trial articles and a magic box on the side.

　Two numbers are displayed in the box, which are updated in real time. Readers can vote by lightly touching them with their hands. A person can only cast one vote based on his or her spiritual power characteristics.

　Now, the vote comparison between Aurora and Finkiho is—

　"45 to 1325?"

　Seeing this exaggerated number of votes, Xingmo couldn't help laughing.

　Aurora glared at her angrily.

　"bad!"

　"You're so cute," Xingmo gently pinched Aurora's cheek. "I rarely see you care so much about something."

　"This is a novel I wrote with great care," Aurora said angrily, "Why don't they appreciate it?"

　"It's hard to appreciate such a small fragment," Xing Mo shrugged. "Let me give you an example. Your book is like French cuisine. The tasting process is appetizer, main course, dessert, and a bottle of good wine. What the chef needs to do is to polish the whole process, using the different tastes of different dishes to sublimate the taste buds. It's a whole."

　"Instead, what they write about is fried chicken sold on the roadside, which gives you the simplest and most brutal taste experience in one bite."

　"What's happening now is that you've just served the appetizers and they've already stuffed fried chicken into customers' mouths."

　"That's not fair!" Aurora put her hands on her hips.

　"Serializing your genre on this platform is doomed to be unfairly treated," Xingmo said earnestly, "not to mention that he's writing a doujinshi of 'The Sailboat of the Day Before', which has a huge fan base of the original work."

　"Not friendly at all."

　Aurora puffed out her cheeks, unhappy.

　"Last night I watched 'The Sailboat'... Honestly, I didn't think it was good at all. It also doesn't fit the definition of fast-food reading you mentioned. It's full of riddles, and every character speaks in a difficult-to-understand tone. The main theme is clearly a group of nobles with extraordinary powers fighting each other, but they always use the lower-class people to describe how miserable and uncomfortable they are... In the end, the liberation war didn't rely on the power of the people, but on the protagonist's sudden awakening of the power of his bloodline..."

　"This is another track," Xing Mo said lightly, "It's also a form of fast food in essence."

　"why?"

　"Because it gives readers a sense of depth." Xingmo said.

　Hearing this word, Aurora was stunned and muttered:

　"Depth perception?"

　"It feels like he's expounding on a grand proposition, but in essence, this exposition remains superficial. After all, it's still meant to serve ordinary readers. What he depicts is more like an imitation of the style, core, and plot of world classics. While he incorporates a lot of suffering and resistance from the lower classes, the plot's foundation remains an elitist narrative—relying on a few superpowered protagonists to overcome difficulties."

　"This approach to the plot will simultaneously give readers the exhilaration of commercial fast-food literature and the depth of serious literature, allowing readers with more limited aesthetic tastes to feel like they've read an extremely profound masterpiece."

　After saying this, Aurora recalled Finkiho's expression in her mind: he said that "Yesterday's Sailboat" was a masterpiece.

　"No wonder..." Aurora muttered, "How can such garbage be called a classic?"

　"Actually, there's no need to deny the value of this kind of work," Xing Mo rubbed Aurora's head. "In fact, a masterpiece is one that has stood the test of time, and something that has stood the test of time is destined to be spread and read by readers. From this perspective, works that offer depth without being obscure are more likely to be passed down."

　"But its core can't compare to a classic, right? Even if it were to be passed down, it would at best be a decent ancient popular novel!" Aurora frowned. "Looking at the plot, it seems like there are so many characters. A lot of the reason is that they always sell new character cards and peripherals! So many characters just make an appearance and then nothing happens! The peripherals, however, sell like hotcakes because the illustrations are so pretty!"

　"That's the limitation of newspaper fiction," Xing Mo shrugged. "But I think the creators of 'Yesterday's Sailboat' are still doing their job well. After all, dancing with shackles isn't something everyone can do, so they've actually done a pretty good job."

　"The ones who should really reflect on this are the fanatical fans who have elevated it to a pedestal. Not only have they insulted the title of a masterpiece, but they've also drawn the dislike of many passersby."

　"For example, people like Finkiho." Aurora gritted her teeth.

　"Okay, don't be angry."

　Xingmo hugged Aurora and kissed her on the forehead.

　The little girl still looked angry, but after being kissed by Xingmo, she looked much gentler.

　"I saw that guy's face and he looked very unhappy..." Aurora said angrily.

　"Are you so unhappy? Aren't you just a stupid mortal?" Xing Mo pinched Aurora's face.

　It's great that the little guy is so sensible. After all, it's his own hard work. He was slandered and lost in the vote. In this situation, a person with a weak heart would probably explode.

　Aurora was able to listen to Xingmo's words, which showed her great self-control.

　"Then we'll have to postpone publication," Aurora said sullenly. "I'm not happy..."

　"If you're not happy, I'll cook you a meal at noon," Xingmo smiled faintly, "and then we'll go for a walk outside in the afternoon and feel the sunshine of Massena."

　"Okay then~"

　Aurora stretched, looking tired.

　Xingmo rubbed her head, stood up, and clapped her hands:

　"Let's go and choose the ingredients!"

　In the underground storage room, a row of women in skirts knelt on the ground with their hands on their heads.

　In front of them, the butler in formal attire paced back and forth, looking at them with an arrogant expression.

　He looked at the women's bodies as if they were meat on a chopping board, his eyes cold and vicious.