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

　After entering the bathing area, Alice found that it was not raining.

　The sky was obscured by a faint green light, and rising hot air lingered in the air, creating a fiery atmosphere.

　In the bathing pool, the light elves are enjoying the time after nightfall, and the whole bathing area is as cheerful as a party.

　On the bench at the end of the swimming pool, Alice saw the Angel of Knowledge.

　It was a tiny light elf, lying on the bench, its two little feet together, its toes swaying lightly, with a few water droplets hanging on them.

　She was wearing sunglasses, looking very unapproachable. Seeing Alice approaching, she took off her mask:

　"Miss Alice, how are you? Section Chief Ophelia told me you would come."

　"You are..."

　"No need for honorifics, just call me Anya."

　Anya took off her sunglasses and motioned for Alice to sit on another chair nearby.

　Alice sat down obediently. Although the other party appeared to be easygoing, she knew clearly that he was an angel on earth.

　An ancient being who lived from the Age of Gods to the present day.

　"What's wrong? Are you shocked by my style?" Anya picked up the glass and took two sips of watermelon juice.

　"That's not true..."

　"Your expression doesn't say that," Anya said calmly, pointing at Alice's face. "The corners of your mouth are twitching."

　Well, the corners of his mouth did twitch, that's true.

　Alice smiled awkwardly and said:

　"You are indeed a little more cheerful than the angel I imagined."

　"What's the big deal? Isn't that old immortal Merlin from your academy just as out of touch?"

　Anya frowned:

　"Kid, if you lived three thousand years, you would know that those who like to show off are actually just children. The real immortals are destined to live out interesting lives. After all, living is too boring, especially for a nerd like me."

　"bookworm...?"

　"My brother, Saint Auros, always calls me that, because all I do is study," Anya shrugged calmly. "Unlike him, who wants to fly with the sun and spread its light to the earth, I was born to study, to take in all the knowledge in the world and memorize it in my heart."

　"So, they all died for various noble reasons, leaving me alone to keep them alive in my memory."

　Anya said, putting the glass aside and flicking off her sunglasses.

　She put on her sunglasses and looked at Alice with a smile:

　"What about you? Child, which do you think is greater, a noble sacrifice or a humble existence?"

　"I... can't say for sure," Alice sighed. "Perhaps it depends on the circumstances."

　"Well, clever child, remember, wise men never give specific answers. We can only define a range of adaptability within which the answer lies, and then continually search within that range until we arrive at an answer that is infinitely close to the answer."

　Anya snapped her fingers:

　"That is the truth."

　"So, what do you want to know? I heard...it's related to some inheritance that my mother hid under the White Tower?"

　"That's right." Alice nodded.

　So she told Anya about the Painted Gate, the Sword of Dawn, and the first golden bough.

　After listening to her description, Anya nodded and said:

　"This isn't a difficult problem. It's just a matter of finding something. As long as it has appeared in history, it will definitely leave a trace."

　"If you follow the trail, you will definitely find it. All you need is a book that records history or destiny."

　Alice frowned and said:

　"I tried to find it, but in the Citadel, the notes of the First Saint, Arcadia Thane, are the oldest ancient books."

　"Indeed, you mortals are so prone to losing things when it comes to recording, especially things recorded in books. With every change of dynasty, countless books are burned."

　Anya pointed to her head and smiled:

　“The best carrier of history is the soul. There is no other option.”

　"It just so happens that there's an ancient book here...which was separated from the soul of a certain being, and it just so happens to record destiny."

　"Try decrypting it. Remember to use some relevant media, like blood. It will be a bit tiring to decrypt it."

　Having said this, Anya snapped her fingers and the space turned into a mirror.

　Then, she pulled out a crimson book from the mirror, and the crimson light immediately filled Alice's eyes.

　"The Book of Hell".

Chapter 548 Najirfa (Part 4) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　"This is..."

　Looking at the eye on the crimson book, Alice felt her scalp tingling for some reason.

　The deep red in that eye seemed to hold a special meaning, so special that she couldn't look away, so special that she wanted to delve into it, into the very depths of that eye...

　"This book comes from the Golden Disaster. It is a fragment of the spirit that was stripped away from the ascended Star Angel..."

　Anya's mouth corners slightly raised:

　"...moonlight."

　"moonlight?"

　"Yes, of course. You should look up at the moon less often, especially considering your current role in His script. The farther the distance between you and the moon, the better."

　"moon..."

　Alice suppressed her desire to think about that existence. She knew that some things would become polluting if known or thought about too deeply.

　She took the Book of Hell from Anya's hand and gently stroked the cover.

　"You can't decipher this book?" Alice looked up.

　Anya shakes

　He shook his head and chuckled:

　"The Book of Hell...also known as the Book of a Thousand Faces, records fate, the fate of its holder. If your fate includes the possibility of opening the Door of Painting, then you will see how this happens."

　"Unfortunately, my destiny does not include these things, so only you can interpret them."

　fate.

　As soon as these cold words came out, the resonance of the Sword of Dawn seemed to echo in her ears once again.

　Because Alice is destined to open that door, she can peek at the scene when she opens the door, and thus know how to open the door.

　A closed loop.

　"Is there anything I should be careful about when interpreting this book?" Alice asked.

　"Be careful not to go crazy," Anya said, still maintaining that faint smile. "It's best to find an older scholar of the occult to offer some guidance. I assume you're not very experienced in interpretation, are you?"

　"I see..." Alice nodded.

　She already had candidates in mind: Mr. Ruff and Miriam, of course.

　The problem of the Painting Gate must be solved as soon as possible...

　Thinking of this, Alice stood up and bowed slightly to Anya:

　"thanks for your help."

　"No need to thank me. I'm just using you to achieve my goals," Anya waved her hand. "If you all die, I won't be able to gain more knowledge."

　"Is there anything else you can learn from us?" Alice asked curiously.

　"Why not? I'm just a seeker of knowledge, a student..."

　The most knowledgeable angel on the entire planet smiled slightly:

　“History itself is our teacher.”

　"By the way, fate has just affected you. Although it's supposed to be friendly, you still need to be informed."

　"The influence of fate?" Alice was slightly stunned.

　She thanked Anya again and walked towards the bathhouse entrance.

　"Don't you want to take a hot spring bath?" Anya waved behind her back.

　"...No, thank you."

　After leaving the bathhouse, Alice opened her umbrella and faced the heavy rain outside.

　The hazy atmosphere just now disappeared in a flash, and the world outside was still cold.

　At this moment, the mark on the back of Alice's hand lit up slightly, and Xingmo's voice came out:

　"Ophelia's fate is already controlled. She won't do anything detrimental to the Citadel, and she can't hurt you."

　"Xiaomo, are you back?" Alice asked hurriedly.

　"I'm everywhere," Xingmo said, "Senior, take care."

　The light on the mark gradually dissipated.

　Alice wanted to say something, but her raised hand paused in the rain for a few seconds before slowly falling.

　She stood at the door of the bathhouse. The warm light stretched her shadow very long, extending into the seemingly endless darkness at the corner of the street.

　""

　After standing in the rain for a while, Alice sighed softly and raised her wand.

　The flaming door rose up, she stepped through, and when she came out she had arrived at the North City Port Area.

　At midnight, Alice pried open the door of Mr. Luffy's house.

　“Come in…Come in…”

　Mr. Ruff looked as if he had aged a dozen years, his face wrinkled and wrinkled like an old oak.

　Seeing how haggard he looked, Alice lowered her head slightly and said:

　"Thank you for your hard work during this time."

　"No way..."

　Mr. Luffy smiled softly and led Alice to the study.

　He made Alice a cup of hot tea and immediately picked up the book of hell that she had placed on the desk.

　"Hmm... the pollution level is indeed very high. Aren't there any quarantine measures?"

　"Not at all. It was like this when the angel gave it to me." Alice shook her head.

　"Ah... If it was like this when He gave it to you, then there's nothing to worry about. It means that even if the book is contaminated, it's harmless. Or maybe..."

　"Or what?"

　"...Or, even if there are isolation measures, it won't stop the contamination."

　Luffy smiled helplessly.

　"Miss Alice, do you want me to decipher this book for you?"

　"No, this book can only be deciphered by me," Alice shook her head. "I'd like to get some guidance from you."

　"It seems this book is very special... No wonder I sensed a hint of life..." Luffy stroked the cover. "Okay, I'll write down a few recipes for you. Some to resist contamination... some to separate the mind... and some for emergency amnesia. You can take them back and make some... As for the others... you can find a medium when reading, like a lens or something. Hiss... I can't seem to find any at the moment."

　"It's okay, just give me a list. Thank you for your help."

　Luffy nodded slightly. Under the dim light, Alice watched the old man write.

　He looked much older than before he came to the Citadel. His hand was shaking as he wrote, and from time to time the ink would deviate from its original trajectory.

　"Okay, that's it."

　Mr. Luffy rolled up the parchment and handed it to Alice.

　Seeing him like this, Alice took the parchment and said softly: