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

A race that can summon storms with just their singing repeatedly stirs up strong winds and huge waves on the sea, which is clearly a provocation.

What for? Venting frustration? Revenge? Any of the above.

"It's not important anymore," Lucius shook his head. "The White Tower meeting will start in two hours. If I remember correctly, you called me here because you want to ask me something?"

"Ah," Xingmo suddenly felt ashamed of herself for satisfying her appetite, "Yes."

She took out a piece of paper and pushed it to her tutor.

This note was seized by Arya on the night of Prince Austin's birthday party, and it contained some dogmatic words.

Among them, there is a sentence that goes like this:

"The 'Invisible Mist' was born from the 'Golden Sun'. It is a projection of the sun, an evil spirit born from the spirit..."

Lucius frowned, his lake blue eyes darkening for a moment.

Xing Mo noticed his strangeness and asked:

"Do you recall anything?"

"Of course," Lucius looked up, "an ancient legend."

Then, Lucius told Xingmo a story that was only circulated among the Golden People:

"In the annals of the Golden People, there has never been any record of the miracle of the Golden Dawn that saved humanity, nor was the world saved by the Star Sea Goddess."

"I once visited the empire's capital, Singara, and had private academic discussions with several scholars there, which allowed me to understand their views on the world."

"In the myths of the Golden Realm, there was no eternal night created by the Dark Moon Dragon in history, but rather eternal daylight. Their deity is called the Golden Sun, and the original Yi was an ancient deity symbolized by a golden bird of prey."

"Under the light of that deity, the world was in eternal abundance. People lived in a paradise-like environment in ancient cities built of gold, never worrying about life."

"But one day, the sun went out, and fire rained from the sky. The earth turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the black sky turned red."

"When darkness fell, demons and strange beasts roamed everywhere. The flame of civilization struggled in pain and was almost extinguished."

"That catastrophe was called the 'Night of Fire,' similar to the 'Eternal Night' in our history. However, the ending wasn't the 'Star Sea Goddess' illuminating the eternal night, but rather the 'Golden Sun Wheel' using its final strength to create a sun, piercing the darkness."

"But because the gods have fallen, the sun can only illuminate half of the day at most, so there is the alternation of day and night."

After Lucius finished telling the story, Xingmo was thoughtful.

After a brief thought, she shook her head and said:

"This story has too many holes and doesn't explain the formation of the Mare Intermediate and the Thule."

"Yes, so I also think it's just an evolved myth," Lucius nodded. "Perhaps they misunderstood the miracles of the 'Star Sea Goddess'. Since they were a desert civilization, they created a fictional deity like the 'Golden Sun Disc'."

“But now, everything seems different.”

Lucius picked up the note and shook it:

"'Invisible Mist', this is the deity Prince Austin prayed to at his birthday party, right?"

"Yes, I confirm this." Xing Mo nodded.

Then she realized something was wrong.

Yeah... If the "Golden Sun" is fictional, then where did the evil god "Formless Mist" that is said to have been born from its spiritual remnants come from?

You know, Prince Austin made a request, and the god responded! He even sent down a follower called "Song of Death"!

"According to you, Prince Austin even demonstrated the power of the authority of 'life,'" Lucius said. "And in the stories of the Golden People, the 'Golden Sun' is the sun that gave birth to all things and also possesses the power of life."

"Yes, but the little power he displayed was directly suppressed by Aurora," Xingmo sighed. "Can authority be overlapped?"

Lucius smiled and pushed his silver-rimmed glasses on his nose:

"Of course. The essence of 'authority' is like a chord; it's there regardless of whether anyone uses it or not. Those who possess authority simply have the right to use it."

"For example, if a chef places a kitchen knife on a cutting board, the knife exists regardless of whether the chef is using it or not. Others can also grab the knife, but they certainly won't be as skilled as the chef."

"That's a really good metaphor..." Xing Mo smiled.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. This information is crucial and may even involve a hidden history." Lucius stood up and checked his watch. "If I remember correctly, it should be time now."

"Oh, yes!" Xing Mo quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. "It's time to go to the meeting."

She almost forgot the most important thing today - the "White Tower Meeting", the meeting to decide how to hunt down Prince Austin.

She will attend this meeting as "Teacher Lucius's assistant" to conceal her identity.

Of course, what no one knows is that her fighting ability is actually top-notch in this conference...

"Then let's go," Lucius put on his silk hat and smiled at Xingmo, "Next, it's time to take revenge on our old friend."

......

"It's so boring. I'm not even in the meeting. I'm so angry."

Under the dome of the Cathedral of St. Auros, Aurora swung her feet idly, puffing out her cheeks and blowing a breath from time to time.

What is this "White Tower Conference"? You're not even allowed in!

It's really that amazing! Who paid for Prince Austin's birthday party? Where are those high-ranking MPs?

Oh! Everyone is evacuating!

Aurora snorted contemptuously, thinking to herself that she was not an evil god, but the savior.

Why not just turn the entire academy into believers? Compared to those useless old things and the goddess who has nothing to do with it, the "Angel of Disaster" is obviously better!

So, at this stage, it’s time to start planning.

Aurora smiled slightly, stood up, and walked towards the church lounge.

She found Elmo in a nun's uniform in the lounge. Miss Shuling was sitting uneasily in a corner, and she trembled slightly when she saw Aurora come in.

"Little Book Spirit, Little Book Spirit," Aurora pulled a small stool and sat down, "Did you leave the backup plan I told you to leave in the Sixth String Array in the White Tower?"

Elmo nodded awkwardly:

"I stayed behind during the Saint Lady's promotion ceremony."

"Very good," Aurora snapped her fingers. "You can return to your library now. From now on, as long as I give you a signal, you will activate the string array. Do you understand?"

"I...I understand..." Elmo nodded.

"Could you please repeat the function of that string array?"

"By interfering with the White Tower, we can sever its connection with all the cathedrals and prevent the White Tower from being protected by the power of faith..." Elmo whispered.

"Yes, this is what we'll rely on when we need to enter the White Tower."

Aurora patted Elmo's shoulder, a smile gradually spreading across her face.

"Okay, you can go now."

"Wait... wait a minute..." Elmo squirmed his legs awkwardly, "That..."

"what happened?"

"I..."

Elmo swallowed his saliva, and seemed to have made up his mind before he mustered up the courage to speak:

"I helped you do two things, so I should get a reward, right?"

Reward? Aurora was slightly stunned, then smiled:

"Not letting that dress torture you is your reward."

She was referring to the nun's uniform on Elmo - everything seemed normal on the surface, but there was actually a mystery hidden underneath.

Vines are easy to hide. A nun's uniform is loose anyway, so even if they are wrapped around the inside, they can't be seen from the outside.

Elmo blushed and muttered:

"I...I mean..."

"Then I won't torture you for two days. Occasional teaching is still necessary," Aurora waved her hand impatiently. "Alright, let's go."

"Wha...what...! Ok...ok..."

Elmo seemed to want to argue, but in the end he said nothing and walked away with a red face.

Actually...the reward she wanted...was the opposite...

......

Maple Leaf Palace-Baita District

At the gate of the ancient white marble palace, Xingmo and Lucius found senior Alice who had been waiting for a long time.

"Xiaomo, mentor," Alice nodded simply, "let's go."

Xing Mo didn't say much, but just silently followed her senior sister up the stone steps and entered the palace.

Although it is called a palace, the actual function of this building is to house the White Tower Council, which is used for offices and meetings.

After walking in the palace for a while, Xingmo entered the simple and spacious white conference hall.

There was a long table in the center of the conference hall, which could accommodate dozens of people and was already half full.

Xing Mo looked towards the end of the long table, where a long sword made of gold and silver was hanging in the air, exuding a tranquil and ancient gravitational field around it, making people want to fall asleep just by looking at it.

Right below the sword, a chair was placed alone, with no one sitting on it.

Looking at the sword, Xing Mo and the other two stopped at the same time, lowering their heads and silently chanting:

"May the Sword of Dawn bear witness to everything."

The long sword forged from a strange metal is the sacred object of Maple Leaf Palace. It is said that it was bestowed by the goddess herself and is the thunder that judges lies.

The person sitting directly under the sword will become the initiator of the meeting and have the highest say, but he cannot make empty promises or tell lies, otherwise the sword will fall from the sky and kill him.

In other words, it was a means of making the meeting credible.

"..."

Mentor Lucius looked around at the council members. None of them wanted to sit in that position, and some even chose to stay away as much as possible.

The instructor took off his hat, nodded to everyone present, and then walked directly to the bottom of the "Sword of Dawn", pulled over the head chair and sat down.

For a moment, all eyes were focused on Lucius, and several council members even sneered in disdain.

But Lucius just maintained a polite smile and didn't say much.

Alice glanced at the sneering congressman with a cold look, and then chose to sit on the left side of Lucius.

Xing Mo chose the seat to the right of Lucius. However, before she could take her seat, a council member shouted:

"Hey, I've never heard of assistants being able to sit down."

"I asked her to take a seat," Lucius raised his chin. "Senator Martin, is everything alright?"

"Okay, no, Lucius," the councilman known as Martin said, waving his hand arrogantly. "Only councilmen or Saints can sit here. Why do your students have the right to sit here?"

Lucius did not answer Martin, but maintained a smile and waved to Xingmo to sit down.

"It's okay, mentor, I can stand." Xing Mo glanced at the arrogant look of Congressman Martin and didn't want to cause trouble.

9) Storm, Whale Song (Part 2)

"Standing? It will be very tiring. After all, this meeting will last for who knows how long."

Lucius raised his chin towards the long table:

"Look, everyone here has a lot of opinions to express. Although no one dares to sit in the head chair, they are obviously eager to do so, aren't they?"

Lucius's words angered some of the councilors present. Most of them were bishops in the academy or high-ranking businessmen, and naturally they could not tolerate such provocation.

But Lucius just raised his hand and pointed at the Sword of Dawn above his head, sneering:

"If you have anything to say, I'll give up my chair and you can speak to the goddess' sword."

As soon as the words fell, everyone fell silent, even Councillor Martin became more restrained.

Lucius looked around and saw that all the members had arrived, so he said:

"Over the past month, the 'Steam Man' has caused hundreds of tragedies in our city. Countless workers in the port area have died in the dark of night, and not even a trace of their bodies has been found."

"Their cries even made the goddess cast golden stars, and what are you doing? Enjoying your power and pretending nothing happened."

Lucius sneered, and Xingmo felt a whirlpool brewing in his lake-blue eyes again.