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

Under the workers' numb gazes, the supervisor picked up the girl and walked out of the factory.

After walking a long distance in the rusty workshop, the overseer carried Bianca to her final destination: a stinking ditch filled with rotten flesh and blood.

He threw the girl to the edge of the ditch, looked at the watch on his wrist, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his fleshy face:

"Five more minutes and you're done."

"But before that, maybe I can still..."

The supervisor reached out his hand towards the girl, as if wanting to do something, but he didn't have the chance—

"bass--"

A dagger of pure, burning light pierced the back of his hand, burning his flesh.

The supervisor subconsciously wanted to scream, but the next second, a blazing light exploded on his forehead, knocking him unconscious.

"call..."

Xingmo walked out from the shadows, shook the sparks on his wand, and walked to the supervisor.

After confirming that he was unconscious, she kicked the supervisor into the stinking ditch.

"You're a scumbag."

Xingmo muttered, squatted down, pushed aside the girl's messy gray hair, and checked the device on the back of her neck.

It was not much different from what she had seen from a distance before: a bronze clock with rotating gears beneath the hands.

At this time, there were four minutes left in the countdown.

"If we don't work, the 'curse' will spread? These capitalists really should be hanged one by one." Xing Mo muttered.

Xingmo waved his wand, activated a "Star String", and then gently tapped it on the girl.

A faint golden light covered her body except for the device.

Then, Xingmo played another "fire string", making the head of the magic wand become hot.

She tapped her wand on the clock and clenched her right fist, the "Tree of Life" symbol on the back of her hand faintly visible.

"Zizi-"

As the bronze device melted, bits of black gas flowed into Xingmo's body along the magic wand.

As soon as they poured in, they were purified by the power of the "Tree of Life".

The power of being a follower of the evil god is quite useful... Xingmo laughed at himself, raised his wand, and the device shattered by the high temperature flew out and fell aside.

She took out a small bottle, opened the bottle cap, and shook it in front of the girl's nose.

A few seconds later, the girl woke up in a daze.

She first saw the supervisor in the stinking ditch, then saw the hooded girl, and her body trembled slightly:

"No... Don't throw me into the sea! I... I can still work! I can still work...!"

"Calm down, I'm here to save you." Xing Mo felt a pang of sadness when she heard this. "Can you describe to me what happened here?"

The girl stared at Xingmo blankly. It took a long time for her to come to her senses, and tears suddenly welled up in her gray eyes.

"me..."

Before she could speak, the shadow at Xingmo's feet was suddenly torn apart, and Alia emerged from it:

"Lady Saint, I have already..."

She was halfway through her words when she suddenly saw the girl half-kneeling on the ground and immediately pounced on her.

"Bianca!"

Alia hugged the girl tightly. The girl called "Bianca" was stunned for a moment and started crying:

"A...Alia...? Wuuuuuuuuuu..."

The two hugged each other and cried, and Xingmo suddenly felt a little redundant.

Wow...how sudden...is this the companion Arya mentioned before?

Xingmo didn't interrupt the reunion. After a while, Alya let go of Bianca and saluted Xingmo with tears in her eyes:

"Lady Saint, thank you for saving her. If it had been a little later...if..."

"It's just a piece of cake. This is the will of the 'Tree of Life'." Xing Mo murmured in a mysterious manner.

Alia nodded and clasped her hands together:

"Praise our goddess."

Bianca on the side seemed to have no idea what was going on, but she imitated Alia and did the same movements.

"So, have you found Sir Derek Larson's office?" Xingmo said.

"I found it. I can take you there now." Alia whispered.

"No, just tell me where it is and I'll go there by myself. You have other tasks." Xing Mo suddenly had an idea.

Previously, she thought these workers were working here out of necessity, but it turned out that these workers were being forced to work.

Based on the confession of the supervisor and Bianca's original fate, Xingmo could even be sure that Sir Derek Larson was responsible for at least a hundred lives.

I never knew such a thing happened in the North City before... Similar things were all handled by the police station... and they never reported these things... Xingmo's eyes suddenly became a little empty.

She suddenly remembered what Alia had said: "Children who grew up in the port area no longer believe in goddesses."

Xing Mo, who calls herself the goddess's protector and the "bell guardian", has never truly seen the dark side of this city.

"..."

Ailia seemed to realize what Xingmo was going to do. She raised her head, anticipation hidden in her gray eyes.

Xingmo pondered for a moment, then turned to ask Bianca:

"Regarding that device on the back of your necks, is there any way to remove it all at once?"

"Yes, I saw it. A supervisor once took the 'bronze bell' off a corpse using a small button..." Bianca whispered.

"I see," Xingmo turned to Alia, "that's your goal, and..."

Xing Mo took a deep breath, and a fiery light flashed in her emerald green eyes:

"Spread the news among the workers as much as possible and tell them to break through the factory gates today."

......

6) Steam, Whale Song (Part 15)

With the convenience provided by the wind string magic, Xingmo flexibly shuttled between the factory pipes, avoiding the supervisors holding butcher knives.

The intermittent calls of narwhals came from a distance, making Xingmo's face feel itchy, as if electric arcs would burst out of nowhere at any time.

The factory was filled with the supervisor's roar and the workers' wailing. The chaotic sounds and the thunderstorm outside the window intertwined together, making Xingmo feel uncomfortable all over.

She wanted to do something, but felt powerless.

In fact, if Xingmo just wanted to put this knight in jail, he could just write a letter to Senior Alice. If there was conclusive evidence, the "Bell Guardian" could seal off the factory within ten minutes.

But Xingmo didn't think this was a long-term solution. Without Derek Larson, there would be other nobles and capitalists.

If we simply destroy him without finding a way to replace him, the fate of those workers will not change. They will just become slaves of another capitalist.

As Xingmo walked among the bronze pipes, Aurora's words rang in her ears again:

"You see, for those who live in darkness, a little sunshine is a great blessing."

In short, we must at least guarantee their freedom first, so that we are qualified to talk about other things.

Thinking so, Xingmo moved forward quickly in the steam-filled factory and soon came to the spiral staircase on the side of the main factory building.

She did not rush up the stairs, but drew out her wand and played the three "shadow strings" around her.

Dark ripples rippled in the air and gathered in her palm, turning into a silk-like gauze.

Xing Mo covered her face with a black veil, feeling the flowing darkness caressing her body, and her vision became much darker.

The three-string magic, 'Veil', can provide the string player with an affinity with shadows, which allows Xingmo to merge with shadows to a certain extent.

After being covered by a veil, Xingmo jumped onto the shadowed wall, her feet falling into the shadow and her body parallel to the ground.

Then, Xing Mo walked up the wall, while paying close attention to the spiral staircase on the side.

Sure enough, at the end of the spiral staircase, two supervisors were standing with butcher knives in their hands, talking loudly about some vulgar words.

Obviously, there is no way to get through this without getting rid of them.

It’s just right, let me try out the power of authority that the little ancestor has given me.

Thinking this, Xingmo put her wand back to her waist, stretched out her right hand, and the mark of the "Tree of Life" lit up on the back of her hand.

Her emerald eyes suddenly lit up with a faint green light, and in her vision, the two supervisors' bodies were emitting a healthy light green glow.

Xingmo spread out his five fingers and established a connection with the supervisor's spirit.

Then, she put her five fingers together and pulled them slightly downwards.

The spirits of the two supervisors were immediately covered with a layer of dust. Almost at the same time, they covered their foreheads and groaned:

"Ah... I suddenly feel like vomiting..."

"I think I have a stomachache, I... vomit..."

They suddenly fell to the ground and vomited, their eyes bloodshot, like dying patients.

Half a minute later, the two men fell into their own vomit, motionless.

Xingmo nimbly jumped from the wall and landed on the steps.

She dodged the vomit of the two overseers, raised her wand, and waved it twice at their heads.

"Boom——" "Bang——"

Two fiery rays of light exploded on their foreheads. As a result, they probably wouldn't be able to wake up in a short time.

As expected, the power over life is too dangerous. With just such a low level of authority, Xing Mo can instantly change a person's physical condition from healthy to sick.

If it were Aurora, she would be able to take the life of such a person at will.

Come to think of it, that little guy has never hurt anyone until now...

"..."

Xingmo waved her wand, causing the two supervisors to float into the darkness, making them less conspicuous.

Continuing down the corridor, she soon arrived in front of an elegant wooden door.

Compared with the surrounding mottled walls and rusty pipes, this wooden door with carved patterns is so abrupt, as if it does not belong here.

Xingmo tapped the wooden door with her magic wand, and golden ripples spread out.

There was no doubt that the door was protected by the magic of the astral realm.

If it were someone else, this door might be difficult to open, but Xingmo is the "bell guardian". For her, "reverse chord score" is just a simple thing -

"Ding——" "Dang——" "Dong——"

Golden ripples lit up, the golden light on the wooden door spread out, and the wooden door was unlocked.

Xingmo pushed open the door and walked in with her wand raised.

What came into view was an extremely luxurious room, with exquisite wooden furniture placed on the red carpet, silver-plated deer heads and ornately carved hunting rifles hanging on the walls, and a large clock made of a complex gear structure placed in the corner of the room.

Everything was in stark contrast to the dilapidated factory outside, which made Xingmo frown.

Smelling the faint scent of spices in the air, she suddenly felt a little distressed.

There is no time to waste.

Xingmo controlled her emotions and started searching around the office.

What she didn't realize was that in the corner, a gear-shaped eye began to move.

.....

In the dark little room, the copper watch on Sir Derek Larson's wrist suddenly made a "click" sound.

This means his office has been broken into.