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

"..."

Looking at Xingmo, whose eyes seemed to be burning with fire, Alice shook her head.

"His spirit has been shattered to pieces by the 'Words of the Bird of Death'. If it is removed from the spirit, it will quickly dissipate."

"He deserves it." Xing Mo looked at Prince Austin coldly.

She considered herself a gentle and kind person, but when faced with Austin, who had drowned so many lives in a sea of ​​blood, she had no mercy in her heart.

Not to mention, he was Miriam's murderer.

"If possible, I hope I can do this myself," Xing Mo lowered her head, "but the instructor would prefer him to do it..."

Looking at Xingmo, whose half face was buried in the shadows, Alice reached out and rubbed her head distressedly.

"Xiaomo, Austin is the Golden King's younger brother. Killing him rashly would put the Citadel at a complete disadvantage in terms of diplomacy. If he died on the Humpback Whale, we could chalk it up to an accident, but he's been captured, and there are probably many of the Golden King's spies within the Citadel, so we can't execute him rashly."

As Alice spoke, she glanced coldly at Prince Austin - that guy had a smile on his embarrassed face, obviously knowing that no one dared to touch him.

“But sooner or later he will pay a price, a price worse than death,” Alice added.

After listening to Alice's words, Xingmo took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

In reality, she knew there was no way to deal with Prince Austin now. After the Humpback Whale incident, the Machiavelli Empire across the sea would certainly send ambassadors to intervene, and the fate of Prince Austin would be uncertain until then.

Although the Citadel is an independent city-state, a quarter of its population is still immigrants from the Empire. Under the current circumstances, maintaining stability is far more important than revenge.

But Xingmo just couldn't swallow that breath. She often compromised on many things, but this was the only thing she could not convince herself to compromise on.

"I...I understand," Xingmo pinched her nose, "Let's talk about it later..."

She glanced at Prince Austin and left the cell with Alice.

After locking the cell door, Xingmo looked around to make sure there was no one there.

Then she turned to Alice and said:

"Senior, I need the 'Angel's Tear' on Prince Austin's body."

Alice's eyes moved, and she lowered her voice and said:

"Is it about that little evil god?"

"That's right," Xing Mo's expression was stiff. "With that, we can seal her divinity, and then..."

She wanted to say "exile", but the word was stuck in her throat and she couldn't say it.

Alice seemed to see through Xingmo's thoughts. She gently hugged Xingmo in her arms and patted her back.

“Do what you think is right and don’t betray your own heart.”

Xingmo raised her head and looked at the senior in surprise:

"I thought... you would advise me not to be soft-hearted..."

Alice smiled sweetly:

"Could you possibly not be soft-hearted?"

"...Impossible..." Xing Mo laughed at himself, "Yeah...Impossible..."

But...Aurora wants to destroy the White Tower...and kill the goddess...

If Aurora could accomplish this, the entire world would be shaken. The disappearance of the White Tower would first mean the loosening of the seal of Mortiheim in the far north. More mythical creatures would roam the world, and the world would gradually turn into a sea of ​​blood.

And if Aurora fails to do this, she will die.

Xingmo's intuition told her that she could not accept either result.

She wanted to ask Aurora in person to find out Aurora's motive for wanting to kill the goddess, but Aurora had never revealed the truth in so many previous interrogations. Could she do that this time?

If Aurora realized that Xingmo already knew her true intentions, things might develop in an even more uncontrollable direction.

That little guy already possessed so much power of faith that Xingmo didn't dare to gamble.

"..."

Alice patted Xingmo's shoulder, then turned and headed towards the treasure house at the end of the dungeon.

Five minutes later, she came back and handed a small black bag to Xingmo.

Through the cloth, Xingmo felt out the shape of the object in the bag - a teardrop-shaped crystal.

"If you need any help with anything else, please send me a message via messenger. I'm very busy at the moment and may not be able to see you at any time."

Alice rubbed Xingmo's head again, a smile on her face:

"But I'll be attending the school festival next week. Can we go shopping together then?"

"Okay," Xingmo forced a smile, "sure."

After saying that, she turned and left the dungeon.

Alice watched Xingmo leave, the smile on her face faded, and sadness surfaced.

......

Taking a carriage, Xingmo left the White Tower area and headed towards the Nefera Beta Magic Academy.

She was going to find Mentor Lucius and prepare for the "Exile Ceremony".

No matter what, we must first stop Aurora's behavior, and then think about what to do.

When passing by the northern part of the city, Xingmo saw the blocked "Cathedral of St. Auros" - a long cordon blocked the entire square, and church priests and police were walking around the square, collecting evidence and conducting investigations.

Although all this seems normal, the "Star Sea Church" must be searching for the truth about the "Steam Man" who suddenly appeared in the center of the square.

There is no doubt that the name of the "Tree of Life" will be spread from the mouths of some eyewitnesses and eventually known to those in the church.

It is difficult to predict what kind of trouble will arise at that time.

However, that was something Aurora needed to consider. She must have already had her own plans.

Xing Mo lowered her head, and her heart was shaking as the carriage swayed.

But she never told me about those plans, from her purpose to her actions, she never told me.

Even the fact that she was going to lure the "Steam Man" to the square, she didn't tell me in advance...

Maybe our relationship is not as good as I thought...

But Xingmo suddenly remembered the brilliant smile on Aurora's face when she woke up from her arms that day.

She trusted me...

"..."

When Xingmo came to her senses, she had already arrived at Linhai Horse Station in Xicheng District.

Taking a flying carriage, Xingmo crossed the strait and entered the Nefera Beta Magic Academy.

The atmosphere in the college was much more lively than usual. When entering the main hall, Xingmo saw several freshmen carrying a potted tree several meters high, looking very strenuous.

This is probably for the school festival decorations, right? So hardworking...

But... can't you use some wind string magic? Even though you're only in the first grade... you don't have to distrust your wand so much...

Thinking of this, Xingmo walked forward and prepared to help them.

But at this moment, a familiar voice stopped her:

"Xingsheng, you seem to be very busy lately."

Oh no... Xingmo turned around stiffly and met Professor Ling's cold face.

Yes...yes...I think I skipped classes...for a long time...

......

In Professor Ling's office, Xing Mo stood in the corner, lowered her head and dared not speak.

Professor Ling was sitting behind her desk. Her body was still as petite as a rag doll, and her aura was as cold as usual, making Xing Mo dare not look directly at her.

When I think of Professor Ling, I think of her strict teaching style...

"..."

Seeing that Professor Ling didn't say anything, Xingmo thought that this stalemate was not a solution, as she was in a hurry to find her tutor.

So she cleared her throat and whispered:

"Um... Professor Ling, I've been mainly participating in some extracurricular internships assigned by Professor Lucius lately... so I missed some classes..."

Professor Ling took a sip of tea and said immediately:

"You don't even know what extracurricular internship is?"

"Just..." Xingmo choked.

Oh, yes, Professor Ling is the field teacher...

Professor Ling sneered and began counting on his fingers:

"Not only did you miss my first outdoor practice class, but Professor Renault also reported that you haven't been attending history class. Professor Lucius didn't say anything about it, as he himself had also stopped teaching for a while."

"I'll make up for it after class," Xingmo stood at attention solemnly, "and I'll make sure I don't miss the final exam."

Professor Ling looked at Xingmo's little face for a while, and finally sighed helplessly.

She waved her wand and a chair flew from a short distance away and landed opposite her desk.

"Come, sit down." Professor Ling extended his hand.

Xing Mo hesitated for a moment, but finally pulled over a chair and sat down, looking obediently at Professor Ling opposite her.

Professor Ling cleared his throat and said earnestly:

"Xingsheng, I know you're one of the more talented first-year students, and you're very confident in your own strength. That's a good thing. Many wizards are stuck at the second string and can't improve further because they lack confidence in their own strength."

"But even if your starting point is higher than most people, it doesn't mean you need to rush for success. Students should still do their student work well and take care of some things in the city..."

Ling looked at Xingmo meaningfully, and Xingmo was stunned for a moment - could it be that Professor Ling knew something?

"I'm familiar with the people in the police station and have heard some of their stories." Professor Ling nodded.

"Well...those, those were mainly because I followed senior Alice and the tutor to...see the world. I actually didn't do anything." Xing Mo smiled and waved her hand.

Ling smiled slightly:

"Of course you can't do anything. The third string is very limited when dealing with some major incidents. Only when you reach the fourth string can you fight against the real cult forces. You are so outstanding. If you study hard in school, you will definitely be able to reach the fourth string in the future."

Hmm... I'm sure we can get there... Xingmo nodded gratefully:

"Thank you, um..."

"Of course, just because I'm encouraging you doesn't mean there won't be any punishment," Ling's tone suddenly became more serious. "Regarding repeated absences, the punishment is based on school rules. We can't let you off the hook just because of special circumstances... Yeah, and your sister, Miss Xingyu, where is she?"

"She...is sick at home." Xing Mo's mood sank.

"We'll verify her issues later. As for your punishment, I've already thought about it."

Professor Ling said, stood up, took out a blueprint from behind, and threw it to Xingmo:

"The school festival is coming soon. You know the significance of this festival, right?"

Xingmo nodded. She certainly knew what such an important festival meant.

The "School Festival," also known as the "Nefera Beta Mass," is an official ceremony organized by the academy to offer sacrifices to the "Goddess of the Star Sea."

When the Citadel was still part of the Kingdom of Messina, the festivities dedicated to the "Star Sea Goddess" were a grand affair. Every autumn, to pray for the goddess's protection through the harsh winter, people would slaughter chickens and sheep, offering them exquisite sacrifices and enjoying a few fine meals.

After the Citadel gained independence in 3036, more and more ethnic groups entered the Academi Territory, bringing with them their rich and diverse cultures and customs. Cultures from all over the world began to merge and intersect.

From that time on, the influence of the "Nefera Beta Mass" was diluted, and the scope of celebration was narrowed from the entire city to the Nefera Beta Magic Academy, where the goddess's followers were most concentrated, and the hosts gradually became students and teachers.

Therefore, the "school festival" is actually an orthodox extension of that ancient festival. It is people's prayer before welcoming the cold winter and also a wish for a better life.

The organizer of the festival is not the official government, but the student union, so naturally it is the students who put in the effort.

According to convention, first-year students must elect representatives to be responsible for some of the content.

Xing Mo guessed that this resentful person should be herself...as punishment.

"..."

Xing Mo picked up the drawing handed to her by Professor Ling, opened it, and found that it was a simple string magic circle.

She roughly understood the driving symbols above, then looked up: