Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Celia was dumbfounded.

Enarse didn't find Celia; she went to the next place.

Someone had already reported it to the sheriff, who arrived late after Enarse left and began making a lot of noise to put out the fire—meaning everyone was shouting and yelling, but no one even bothered to spit and try to put out the fire.

The second place is the Baccarat Casino.

The second floor.

Dokara was at a gambling table, playing cards with some friends.

Just then, someone rushed over and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Oh? That little girl who ran away last year became a sorceress? She killed Masaka? And she burned down the tavern?"

Dokar smirked. "What a useless Masaka. If I weren't tied up right now, I would definitely go and capture her and sell her to the Orc Federation."

The messenger whispered, "She's coming this way."

Dokara's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Then let her never return; capture her and make her a reproductive slave."

"Are your hands shaking?" a friend said.

"Haha, it's just that playing cards is tiring, but it's nothing to worry about. Everyone, keep playing and don't let it affect you."

boom!

A loud crashing sound suddenly came from downstairs.

Dokara suddenly stood up.

"Hmph, you really dare to come? Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

He had no time to play cards anymore. He grabbed his coat, put it on, and hurried downstairs.

Outside the door, he saw his puppet, and his tense heart relaxed slightly.

Upon arriving on the first floor, he immediately witnessed a chaotic scene.

Countless gamblers ran out of the gates in all directions.

Some people even took advantage of the chaos to grab a handful of chips from the gambling table and run away.

Dokara has no interest in these people.

He looked at the girl at the main gate.

A year ago, they "accidentally" killed the other girl's parents. At that time, the girl was very thin and frail.

Now, she exudes a powerful aura, no longer as frail as before, and is completely different from a year ago, to the point that Dokara didn't recognize her at first glance.

At this moment, she was manipulating the puppet, killing the thugs who tried to rush over one by one with a single slash.

"Stop!" Dokara shouted, manipulating the puppet into the battlefield.

He's just a newbie, nothing special.

Dokara thought to himself.

Then he saw what a gap really meant.

Enarse is just an ordinary person at the Holy Magic Academy, but in a small northern town like Frost Town, she's absolutely dominant.

Especially since the target is Dokara, whose magic power is showing signs of decline due to a lack of training on a regular basis.

He hadn't fought in a long time since the Sunfire Gang completely took over the Frosttown underground market.

His passion is burning!

His puppet exudes a dangerous aura!

His puppet was pinned to the ground and brutally beaten!

"Dokara, do you remember me?"

The girl bypassed the battle of the puppets and came to stand before Dokara.

She also had a knife in her hand.

Dokara broke out in a cold sweat and quickly took out a second-tier spell scroll that he always carried with him.

However, Enarse was faster than him.

With a single stroke, a hand was easily severed.

“Xi… My friend once told me something: ‘Who pulls out a scroll when they’re getting beaten up?’ I’ll pass this on to you.”

With blood dripping from the tip of her blade, Enarse pointed it at Dokara's head once more.

"I won't let you die easily."

As she spoke, she moved the knife down to Dokara's arm.

Just as she was about to plunge the needle in, a voice suddenly rang out.

"That's enough, friend."

Suddenly, vines rose from the ground. Alert, Enarse immediately retreated to avoid them, then looked up at the person who had spoken.

The other person came down from the second floor, dressed in luxurious clothes.

"You killed many members of the Flame Sun Society, burned down the Warm Tavern, and are now causing trouble at the Victory Casino. Don't you respect Lord Winter at all?"

"who are you?"

“I am Krishnamurti, the future lord of Frosttown.”

Upon seeing Chrissis arrive, Dokara breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed excitedly, "So Young Master Chrissis is here! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I'm just here to have some fun, don't make a fuss. Don't worry, the lord's manor will handle this."

Dokar smiled: "I believe in the lord... manor?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked down at his chest.

The cold blade had already pierced his heart.

It turned out that Ainars had taken advantage of his moment of carelessness to suddenly stab him.

Then, Enarse looked at Kriss and said, "What happened here has nothing to do with the lord's manor. I will leave after I take my revenge."

Krishnamurti's face darkened. "What audacity! A mere first-tier mage dares to disregard even a third-tier lord. I think you're tired of living!"

Enarse remained silent, simply turning and walking away.

"ignore me?"

Seeing that Ainars had left immediately, Krish was furious and strode towards the door without even glancing at Dokara.

But just as he was about to reach the door, a hand suddenly blocked his way.

After stopping Chrisis, the other party said seriously, "Greetings, son of the lord. I have a major security incident to report to you."

Chapter 112 Quenching

"Greetings, son of the lord. I have a report to you regarding a major safety incident."

Krixis, already enraged by Enarse's disdain, felt his anger rise even higher when someone blocked his way.

Without hesitation, he raised his leg and kicked the other person.

"Go away!"

Deng!

Chrissis felt as if his foot had struck a solid metal shield, and then a bone-chilling sensation quickly spread from the point of contact throughout his body.

He saw his leg kick into an ice wall, which was dissipating, turning into icy mist, and disappearing into his foot.

He felt his body grow cold rapidly, and fear surged from his heart into his soul.

He tried to pull his leg back, but found that he could no longer feel it.

"Let me go! My father is the lord of Frosttown! What do you want?!"

After feigning composure, Celia frowned and snorted, "Why are all the people of Frosttown so irritable, always pushing people at the drop of a hat?"

"I don't understand what you're saying. Let me go, or my father won't let you get away with this!" Chrissis said, his voice trembling with fear.

"Are you born with a congenital developmental disorder? Didn't I say I was going to report a major safety incident to you?"

“You are…”

Feeling his body growing colder and colder, Chrissis ultimately didn't say anything.

He could only scream in his heart, "You're the one who's congenitally underdeveloped."

He was powerless against circumstances, and barely managed to suppress his frustration and anger, trying to soften his tone as he said, "I don't know what you want to report, but could you please let me go first?"

“That’s more like it.” Celia smiled and released Krishna.

When he finally lowered his leg, trembling, with a sore and awkward expression on his face, Celia slowly said, "Just now, I saw them lighting a huge bonfire in the center of the warm tavern!"

Chrissis' smile froze.

"???"

"How could such an extremely dangerous thing be done in a place like a tavern, where so many customers gather? And guess what? The whole tavern caught fire, and now the fire is spreading to the surrounding houses. Lord's son, you must punish the tavern owner! He must be severely punished!"

Chrisis's face twisted in pain.

Did you stop me just to talk about this kind of trivial stuff?

Did I not know the Warm Tavern was on fire?

But what does it have to do with me?

You're in cahoots with that girl, aren't you?

Chrisis felt that the handsome 'man' in front of him must be in cahoots with that girl.

But the other party was very strong, so he dared not say it aloud.

However, he had already secretly sent someone to inform the lord.

As the lord's only son, Krishnamurti believed that his father would come to his rescue soon.

Now, all he needs to do is stall for time until Lord Winter arrives.

The lord's son?

Frost Town isn't big, so this won't take too long.

I'll beat you until you call me daddy!

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he forced himself to endure the discomfort and said, "These kinds of things are indeed easy to escalate, and they deserve what they got. Do you have any other clues that you could share so I can take notes?"

“I have quite a few clues, let me tell you about them.”

Celia seemed unaware that the lord was coming, and continued arguing with Krishna about the so-called 'clues'.

Not long after, an extremely powerful aura emanated from outside.

"Who dares to harm my son!"

Lord Winter burst in, drawing the attention of everyone still in the casino.

Krixis was overjoyed, while Celia was sizing up the number one sorcerer in Frosttown.

Winter, a third-tier swordsman, was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. He wielded a greatsword and looked exceptionally imposing.

A golem clad in heavy armor followed beside him, wielding a giant sword taller than a man.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chrisis limped toward the other man. "Father, this is the man. He almost ruined my right leg! I still can't walk."

Seeing Kriss's condition and the cold magic emanating from his right leg, Winter was enraged and locked onto Celia.

"kill him."

The puppet, upon receiving the command, charged directly at Celia.

Just as Celia was about to summon the puppet, Ross's voice came: "Don't use the puppet. This puppet isn't very strong in combat. It's perfect for you to practice the second-tier spell combination skills you just learned."

The previously relaxed Celia tensed up. "Huh? Do I really have to fight the puppet bare-handed? Even though I've learned the Ice Shattering Technique, I can't break the puppet's armor, can I?"