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

"There might only be one in the entire academy. It's a cutting-edge example of the alchemical steam engine. It uses short intervals of string playing to simulate microscopic clairvoyance, allowing us to understand certain phenomena in the field of occultism at a microscopic level."

He stepped forward, quickly adjusted the gears around the Psychic Lens, and then gestured for Vivian to come closer.

"Come and take a look."

10) White Kitten (Part 6) -4k-

"Wow, is this true? Can I touch it?"

Vivian looked at Lucius with joy, and after receiving the latter's smile of affirmation, she immediately moved her eyes closer.

Through the mirror, the surface of the heart that came into view was like a dry wasteland, with a faint red light flowing on it, and countless extremely small black, white and gray particles flowing on it.

From the perspective of spiritual power, all colors were deepened a lot, black was blacker, white was whiter, red was redder, and the contrast was several orders of magnitude higher, which made Vivian a little uncomfortable for a while.

Soon, she observed what Lucius called the "beating of spiritual power" - the outline of the heart's surface suddenly spread out a little, as if an invisible layer of strength was undulating outward.

At the same time, bits of pale golden sparks flashed across the lens.

"Wow!"

Vivian took her eyes away from the lens and looked at Lucius beside her in shock.

"Is this... a spark of spiritual power?"

"Yes, although it is invisible to the naked eye, it exists."

"I was wondering why it felt tingling when I touched it with my hands..." Vivian murmured.

Lucius smiled without saying anything. He walked to the side of the table, poured a cup of tea from the same teapot that hadn't changed in a thousand years, and handed it to Vivian:

"If I'm not mistaken, this heart has entered the realm of 'holy objects'. It plays the strings through its beating frequency, and its resonance field is fire."

"I never thought such a heart could become a 'holy object'..." Vivian took the tea and took a sip.

Lucius sipped his tea and pondered for a while before speculating:

"That's perfectly normal. Bishop Fry Sunlight is a Saint himself. His transformation into Steam Man significantly increased his strength. He even lost control of himself as the carrier of the Invisible Mist. The divinity within him is enough to sanctify a part of him."

At this point, Lucius frowned, his eyes fixed on the gears on the heart.

"I'm more interested in... who could transform him into such a monster..."

"Half human, half machine, and possessing divinity, is indeed unheard of." Vivian nodded.

"That reformer, like Prince Austin, should belong to the so-called 'Court of Redemption,'" Lucius recalled Xingmo's testimony recorded on Friday night. "Judging from the power of this heart, he's not only an expert in alchemical machinery, but also in mysticism. He probably possesses an extremely high level of string resonance... I suspect he's a 'demigod.'"

"Someone like this... shouldn't be hard to find..." Vivian blinked.

"No, considering the Court of Redemption has remained largely undiscovered for so many years, the power within them is probably beyond our comprehension. If Xiaomo hadn't happened to enter the memory collapse caused by the Angel's Tears, we probably wouldn't have even had a basic understanding of them until now."

Lucius finished speaking, and his eyes fell on the heart again:

"Based on the power displayed by the 'Steam Man', it should be the human manifestation of the 'Song of Death', a subordinate of the 'Invisible Mist'."

"You mean, they transformed humans into followers of evil gods?" Vivian's expression became more serious.

"No," Lucius shook his head, "They turned people... into mythical creatures."

The alchemy workshop fell into silence for a moment, and for a moment it seemed as if one could hear the sound of a beating heart.

"Let's call it the 'Gear Heart' for now," Lucius exhaled. "Whoever created it probably had more intentions than meets the eye."

"But Prince Austin has been arrested," Vivian seemed to have noticed something, "You mean..."

"Don't let your guard down. Strengthen security everywhere, especially at the Holy Spirit Church. Of course, my words don't count. This depends on a vote in Parliament..."

"You are too modest. You were the one who guaranteed the Humpback Whale's operation. Now that it has succeeded, you should have a strong voice in the parliament," said Vivian.

Lucius smiled:

"I don't have much desire for power, but if the power I have can make those who enrich themselves more restrained, there's no harm in that."

He set his eyes on his heart again:

"Leave this heart with me for now. Please write a request form for me. I'll spend some time studying it, and then I'll personally return it to the treasury."

"Okay, no problem," Vivian nodded. "Anything else?"

"Check all the experts in the field of alchemical steam engines in the Citadel. After that, prioritize those in Messina and Falu to see if there are any who can match the qualifications of the maker of this heart."

Lucius said, picking up a notebook from the side, quickly wrote down a few names, and then tore it to Vivian:

"These are the few people I think are closest... But honestly, I don't think you can find the maker of the heart among them. After all, their level is not high enough..."

"I know. This is the only way to start." Vivian took the paper and glanced at it. "Have you written yourself down?"

"My achievements in both alchemical mechanics and mysticism are higher than theirs. From the councilor's perspective, I am the last suspect in the entire academy..."

Lucius smiled and sighed:

"We should investigate what needs to be investigated. A person with a clear conscience fears no slander. In the realm of string magic, what truth can escape the 'Bell Guardian'?"

"I know," Vivian winked playfully, "Then I'll be leaving first, honest teacher~"

"Be careful on the road." Lucius raised his teacup.

After Vivian left, Lucius's gaze fell on the heart again, and his expression suddenly became complicated.

"Milliam, did they kill you just to allow something like this to be created?"

......

"Ugh——"

Pushing aside the steam from the steam railway station, Xingmo once again returned to the area of ​​"St. Auros Cathedral".

Looking from a distance, the entire square is still blocked by cordon tape, and it seems that the unblocking will not be done so soon.

The church and the North City Police Station were responsible for collecting evidence afterwards. Xing Mo didn't know how long this matter would take, so she planned to catch a police officer and ask him.

She is now a six-stringed instrument, and according to Miss Perlis, she is old enough to investigate some truths.

Xingmo plans to start with "Xinghaiquan".

"..."

Xingmo walked to the cordon and saw several police officers talking, so she walked forward.

"Excuse me, officer," Xing Mo extended her hand politely, "Excuse me..."

Before she could finish, the officer turned around—and it was Laura Williams.

He's a very fierce one...

"Uh..." Xingmo's words got stuck in his throat.

Laura looked Xingmo up and down, turned around and said a few words to her companions, then walked out of the cordon.

"What's the matter?" Her tone was flat.

Didn't they attack me like before? Xing Mo was shocked and nodded immediately:

"Hello, officer... What a coincidence... Hello, hello..."

In fact, Xingmo didn't have a good impression of the police officer who attacked her senior. She herself was almost taken to the police station, so she had even less good feelings towards him.

But after all, she was quite cooperative when we worked together before, and she was polite.

As a human being, you have to be flexible!

"Hello too, so what are you here for?" Laura looked at Xingmo suspiciously.

"I want to ask...about when will the square be unsealed?" Xing Mo cleared her throat.

"What are you going to do?" Sheriff Laura's eyes became sharp.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a devoted follower of the goddess. I haven't prayed in a long time, so nothing I eat has tasted good lately..."

Xingmo's ability to weave lies has reached perfection:

"After all, I grew up in North City, and I'm only used to praying in this church, so... I came to ask..."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Laura nervously, waiting for the possible storm.

Unexpectedly, Laura's serious expression relaxed a little and became much calmer.

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then said seriously:

"I fully understand your perspective. Many residents of North City have also expressed concerns about this. Their lives depend on faith, and they've been feeling uneasy since losing their place of prayer. After all, they only had this opportunity on weekends..."

"Yes, yes, I'm a student. I have classes during the week and only have time on weekends." Xing Mo fought against the feeling of guilt.

"But an investigation is an investigation, and we can't stop," Laura said, changing her tone. "We'll have at least another week."

A week... isn't that a bit too long...

Before Xingmo could ask again, Laura pointed to the church door:

"We didn't want to delay it this long, but the wizards said they would perform some ritual magic to purify the area. They won't allow outsiders to enter the site of the destruction."

Purification... No wonder it takes so much time... Xingmo suddenly understood.

But do you really think purification is effective? Is Xinghai Spring enough to purify? It's polluted!

Be careful, you may also be contaminated?

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work, officer." Xingmo nodded politely.

"It's okay, just study hard and keep your faith in your heart." Laura said, and went back behind the cordon.

Xing Mo was just about to leave when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of gold at the church door.

She looked closely and found that it was Isabella Ducep, the queen of Maple Leaf Palace!

Isabella from the Disap family actually came to the scene in person?

The power behind her is almost equivalent to the Xinghai Church. Her presence at the scene means that the authorities have begun to closely monitor this matter...

Isabella had talked with Xingmo before and knew the existence of the forces behind Xingmo.

"..."

Xing Mo immediately turned around, pretended not to see anything, and walked across the street.

The wind and waves are getting stronger...

"..."

At the door of the church, Isabella gave a few instructions to the nun beside her, and then looked into the distance.

Her eyes fell on Xing Mo who was gradually moving away, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on her face.

......

Xing Mo did not stay in the North City for long. She took a steam rail car to the South City Library and found a very remote place to sit down.

She pretended to borrow a few books, but actually took out the information she had prepared earlier and started calculating.

Time passed minute by minute, and when Xingmo raised her head, it was already dark outside the window.

"call..."

Xing Mo looked at the manuscript in her hand. After an afternoon of calculations and research, she had preliminarily completed the formula of the "Divine Blood Potion".

This potion is required for the "Exile Ritual" to suppress Aurora's divinity.

The original recipe was a type of blood magic, and the raw material was also the enemy's blood, and its purpose was also to suppress enemies with the same bloodline as the raw material.

Xing Mo modified some materials and changed the main ingredient to divine blood. The basic principle is similar.

But I'm still too weak in the field of potions... I should write a letter to my instructor and ask...

Xingmo copied the recipe, called the messenger, and sent the letter out.

Then she stretched and hummed a few times comfortably.

It's time to go to dinner... I don't know what Aurora is doing...

Wait! Didn't Aurora say she'd make pork rib soup for me tonight?

Xingmo was suddenly startled - she was so focused on the task at hand that she forgot that Aurora asked her to go back for dinner!

She immediately cleared the table, put the books back in their place, left the library, and hailed a cab in the street.

In the carriage, Xingmo lowered her head and looked at her pocket watch: the hand pointed to seven fifteen.