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

Xingmo frowned, then extended his wand again and poked into one of the fragments.

The colorful light flashed away, Xingmo trembled slightly, subconsciously took two steps back, and then began to breathe heavily.

Just now, for a moment, she felt like she was being oppressed by ten thousand tons of sea water.

Is it some kind of reiatsu...? No... it's a memory...

Captain Alames...knows some of my memories?

That memory is located above the sea... no, in the abyss beneath the sea...

Under the sea...Shipwreck...

The July shipwreck?! Xingmo suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

That was the first day in Xingmo's memory - a shipwreck, and she was the only survivor.

She never knew where she came from before that.

Xingmo immediately searched Alemus's memory further, trying to find more, but no matter how she tried, she could only feel the oppressive feeling of the sea water.

Apart from this, there is no other feeling.

Was his memory artificially restricted...? Xingmo gathered his unstable spirit and took two steps back.

If Captain Alames knew, it meant the Pirate King knew too...

Let's put it aside for now. I'll write a letter to my seniors to tell them about it. They're going to catch that captain later anyway...

"call..."

Xingmo made the spirit disappear quickly, and when he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in the real world.

She looked at Aurora who was sleeping soundly beside her. As expected, the little girl had rolled out of the quilt and was hugging a pile of blankets.

Did he mistake the blanket for me? Xingmo felt a little funny.

She covered Aurora with the quilt, scratched the little girl's face, changed her clothes, and went downstairs in her cotton slippers.

"Good morning, Miss Jiedeti."

As soon as I went downstairs, the head maid came to greet me:

"What would you like for breakfast today?"

"A cup of hot milk and a piece of bread will be enough," Xingmo walked to the dining table, "Is breakfast ready for the patients?"

"It will be sent to the ward later." said the head maid.

Xingmo nodded slightly and sat down at the dining table.

Today, she didn't pull Aurora out of bed because she had something to do in the morning.

The merchant's daughter whom she had cured before has gradually improved, and today is the day for her follow-up check-up.

That businessman is considered a local celebrity... Following this line, we should be able to get a feel for the real power controlling the area...

As I was thinking this, the head maid brought me breakfast, piping hot.

Xingmo finished her breakfast in no time, then got up and went to the cellar.

The cellar is now renovated and looks brand new, with a burning fireplace illuminating the entire space with warmth.

As soon as she entered the cellar, Xingmo was welcomed by the patients:

"Good morning, Dr. Jadeti!"

"Ms. Jiedeti, are you up so early?"

These patients include children, young people and the elderly. The torture of "nightmare" has made them emaciated, but now they are all bathed in the glow of the fire, with hope on their faces.

"Good morning, everyone." Xingmo smiled gracefully and greeted the patients.

She then checked on the patients one by one, confirming their spiritual states through clairvoyance.

Well...most of them are recovering. The potion formula given by Miss Perlis is very useful.

Xingmo walked to the medical table, picked up a bottle of pure golden potion, and looked at the liquid inside carefully.

In the liquid, a large number of bubbles were rising, making a slight "gurgling" sound.

Xingmo named this potion that can repair soul damage "Flower Language".

Currently, her method of treating nightmares is simple: "cold-avoiding potion" stabilizes the spirit, and "language of flowers" repairs it.

Of course, all of this is based on Xingmo's physical exorcism.

Unless the nightmare is beaten out of the dream, the victim will not be able to recover.

There has been no news about those nightmares in the past half month. The mysterious red-robed cult seems to have quieted down and is no longer causing trouble.

According to the information Alia found in the library of the Academy, there have been very few cults that worship the "Red Moon" in history, and most of them are small, scattered groups.

Among them, the organization with the longest history and the greatest influence is the Red Moon Cult.

They simply named themselves "Red Moon", which made it difficult for them to be recorded in writing - that name was taboo, and just mentioning it would drive people crazy.

The church originated from the primeval forest of the Messina Kingdom, and secretly spread throughout the entire Vista continent, and even had a certain influence in the Yanxia Islands.

Primeval forest...Xingmo remembered what mentor Lucius once said:

"In a tribe in the primeval forest of the Kingdom of Messina, there is a 'Slate of Truth' that records the truth about the starry sky."

Now it seems that perhaps that tribe is related to the Red Moon Cult.

The church that believes in the Red Moon has now come to Winter County at the end of the world to spread the plague?

Or perhaps, the spreader of the plague was actually the local imperial people?

Xing Mo shook her head, discarded all the thoughts in her mind, and began to pour the "Language of Flowers" potion into cups, asking the maids to distribute them to the patients.

After confirming that everything was arranged, Xingmo walked to the cellar door and prepared to go out to keep the appointment.

At this moment, a childish voice called her:

"Sister Jie Deti..."

Xingmo turned around and saw that it was the little girl Anjie - the little girl she rescued from the orphanage half a month ago.

Because her soul was severely damaged, Xingmo had let her live there until now to ensure that there were no problems.

"What's wrong?" Xingmo smiled and squatted beside Anjie's bed.

Little Anjie glanced at Xingmo evasively and said in a low voice:

"When can I...go home?"

Home... refers to the orphanage... Xingmo made her smile more gentle and whispered:

"When you're better, I'll take you home."

"Okay..." Little Angel lowered her head and bit her lips slightly.

Xingmo stood up, rubbed little Angel's head, then turned and walked out.

Before she left, she heard little Angela say in a very low voice:

"...Thank you, sister..."

Xing Mo didn't look back, but silently opened the door and left the cellar.

Sometimes, the meaning of doing good deeds is just to leave a back view in their eyes.

......

By the warm fireplace, Xingmo lifted the girl's wrist and watched the spiritual power flowing in her pulse.

"Your spirit has fully recovered, Miss Alena," Xingmo stood up and looked at the girl on the bed, "You are healed."

On the big bed in front of him, a girl in white pajamas was staring at Xing Mo blankly, her long golden hair looking like broken gold bars scattered by the morning light.

This is the daughter of a local wealthy businessman, Alena Doreson, who is a real young lady.

She suffered from nightmares half a month ago and is now basically recovered.

"Ah!" Hearing Xingmo's voice, Alena came back to her senses, "Does that...does that mean I won't be able to see Miss Jiediti again!?"

"Hmm? If you're not feeling well, you can always visit me in the clinic," Xingmo said calmly.

"Then I feel uncomfortable every day!" Aliena said hurriedly.

"No, you have a very good physique and will be healthy from now on."

Xing Mo didn't quite understand why this noble lady liked to see her so much, but she still tried to comfort her.

In fact, her illness was almost cured a week ago, but she asked Xingmo to come for a checkup every two days, saying that she was not feeling well.

Perhaps it was because the nightmares were too terrifying that they left psychological trauma?

Xing Mo thought about this and asked again:

"Miss Aliena, have you been dreaming about being chased by monsters lately?"

"No," Miss Aliena shook her head, "but..."

She seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if she had something to say but couldn't.

"You can tell me any questions you have." Xingmo said gently.

"what!"

Aliena's face flushed red. She stammered for a moment before whispering:

"Um...Is it normal that I would dream about you?"

Dreaming about me? Because of the suffering of the disease, I have become dependent on doctors.

Xing Mo thought for a moment, then explained:

"If you think I can keep you away from pain, then think about it."

Well, doctors are guardian angels, and patients are protected.

After Xingmo finished speaking, Alena's face turned a little redder, and the blush on the girl's cheeks was obscured by the firelight of the fireplace, appearing faintly.

"Then I'll always miss you." She whispered.

Xingmo nodded again, prescribed some medicine for Alena, and turned to leave her bedroom.

As soon as they left the house, a man who looked like a housekeeper came forward and bowed slightly to Xing Mo:

"Mr. Doreson asked me to offer you my sincerest gratitude and reward."

As he spoke, the butler took out a small bag and handed it to Xingmo.

Xing Mo took the small bag, weighed it in his hand, and realized that it should contain some common currency such as broken gold.

She said nothing, silently accepted the small bag, and nodded to the housekeeper:

"Thank Mr. Doreson for his kindness for me."

We should take the businessman’s money and use it to improve the conditions of the clinic. We can’t just keep taking the senior student’s money.

Based on the two calculations Xingmo just made, that amount of money was quite a lot.

"As a star of Winter County, this is what you deserve." The butler bowed slightly.

"You're too kind. I'm just doing what a doctor should do." Xing Mo said lightly.

"No, no, you know, since the nightmare began to spread, most doctors have left Wintershire," the butler said. "They can't deal with such ferocious beasts, and they are afraid of being infected, so they shirk their responsibilities."

Just waiting for this sentence... Xing Mo seized the opportunity and asked in a casual manner:

"If I remember correctly, Winter County only spread in recent months, right?"

"That's right." The butler nodded.

"But, according to the disease's onset cycle, three to seven days is enough to kill a healthy person," Xing Mo pretended to be confused. "If we calculate based on a three-month cycle, the casualties should already be in the hundreds, but..."

However, the casualties were not numerous, and were even confined to the lower classes.

Hearing Xingmo ask this question, the butler smiled slightly and made a "please" gesture.

"This is the important person I am going to introduce to you next."

"Work with her, I believe you will be able to gain more from it... oh no, save more people."

The last sentence was obviously a deliberate slip of the tongue by the butler in order to gauge Xingmo's reaction.