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

　“In principle, Alia is also on annual leave, but she is out on duty today, which seems to mean that she doesn’t want to rest and wants to do something.

　So she should be involved in the affairs of Opson City.

　Alia and you must get along well." Miriam chuckled.

　"Anyway, whoever doesn't have a day off can go," Ophelia stretched. "Don't take it too seriously.

　Just put all the pressure on the jewelers and let those arrogant guys experience what it's like to work on the front line.

　No, we’ll cover it.

　"That's a bad idea," Alice commented.

　"Who wants them to treat us like that? You know, this is a national affair of the Messina people. If Emerald Seventeen doesn't do it well,

　They are good at doing things, and there is no need for us to clean up their messes. We are a department of the Extraordinary Department, not a department that cleans up their messes.

　Ophelia was stunned when she said this, and then turned her head away:

　“By the way, you all have to come to the tea party tonight, and don’t make excuses for being late.

　"Well," Miriam turned her head, "but I happen to have something to do tonight.

　"Milliam!"

　"Oh, Ophelia is so mysterious and won't tell you why," Miriam laughed. "It sounds like this tea party will be a big deal to you.

　It’s just as important.”

　Is it important?

　Ophelia lowered her head to look at her hands in her lap.

　Yes, it is indeed important.

　She plans to use this opportunity to express her gratitude to the people around her: thank them for their company and thank them for their understanding.

　After climbing out of the abyss of jealousy, she felt that she had truly come back to life.

　Only after she faced her sins did she regain her life. She planned to tell everything at the tea party, even though she knew that everyone had already regarded her as one of their own.

　I have never considered myself my own person.

　She had always believed that she was just a sinner who had to sacrifice her life when it was time to die.

　But now, she thinks this idea is irresponsible.

　She must be held accountable for it.

　"Anyway, just come!

　Ophelia took courage and raised her head.

　Then she found that everyone was looking at her with a smile:

　"Okay, I'll definitely come.

　Facing everyone's smiling faces, Ophelia blushed for a moment.

　She quickly waved her hands and whispered:

　"Okay, I have to go back and prepare. Remember to come. I have nothing to do today. Let's disband."

　Looking at Ophelia's back as she pushed the wheel away, everyone smiled at each other.

　“I always feel like everything is moving in a good direction.

　Miriam said this and slapped herself lightly on the mouth:

　"Oh no, I can't plant the flag. It's not good to be a crow's mouth. By the way, is Alia back?

　"She should be back soon," Angelica said. "It's just a small matter she went to investigate.

　"What's the problem?"

　"It seems that some extraordinary creatures are appearing in the wild."

　In Academy Territory, the setting sun dyed the grassy hills a dim yellow.

　Among the wild grass swaying in the wind, the crystal blood was ignited by the setting sun, like a burning spark.

　Arya strolled along the hills, overlooking the grasslands below.

　Hundreds of dead animals lay scattered across the ground.

　Cows, sheep, chickens, and ducks are different species, but they all die in the same way: falling apart.

　"Miss from the Extraordinary Department," the old farmer beside him said tremblingly, "I didn't see anything. I just slept.

　When I woke up, all the chickens and ducks in the village were gone... and the cattle-herding boy was gone too."

　"Yeah." Alia nodded slightly.

　"Is it... is it a supernatural creature? You need to send someone! If we don't get rid of them, we..."

　“Not a supernatural creature.

　Alia's eyes swept across the grassland. If she walked on the grassland, she would of course see the disorderly corpses.

　But when she looked down from the hill, the scene was no longer like that.

　The fragments of those creatures were arranged in a huge formation on the grassland. If Alia had not seen it before, she might not have seen it at the first sight.

　Can't recognize.

　That is a satanic symbol.

　Alia closed her eyes, feeling the spirits in the air, trying to feel the cries of the animals as they died.

　But she heard nothing, which meant that the animals had lost even their souls.

　Arya opened her eyes and looked up, only to see the sun sinking toward the horizon and darkness approaching.

　"Go back to the village, go to the Xinghai Church in the village," Alia whispered, "Let your nuns pray to the goddess, she will bless you.

　You guys made it tonight.

　"well!

　The villagers quickly turned and ran away, murmuring prayers to the goddess as they ran.

　Alia once again cast her gaze upon the corpses and whispered:

　"A new original sin?"

Chapter 670 Glutton (Part 3) -3k-

　Frame Street.

　When Xingmo opened the door of the cafe, the aroma of coffee hit her in the face, making her feel comfortable.

　At the counter, Carly wiped the cups as usual and gave Xingmo and Aurora a gentle smile:

　"Welcome, is everything going well?"

　"Leave it to them, and whether it goes well depends on them.

　"Two hands-off shopkeepers," Carly blinked, "Little White Flower is in the old position, go ahead.

　"uh-huh.

　Aurora pulled Xingmo and rushed to her sister impatiently.

　Sure enough, Pearlis was sitting in her old seat, reading a magazine.

　"Stop reading. What's the point of reading? It's boring. Come and chat with us." Aurora sat down by herself.

　Perlis turned the magazine around and showed Aurora the title:

　"Stars and Trees" was serialized for the first time.

　“Oh, it’s our book.”

　Aurora's face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head and touched her two index fingers together nervously, looking a little nervous.

　促。

　The little guy showed a rare shy look.

　Seeing this, Perlis smiled faintly:

　"You write very well, why are you shy?"

　"Write... Is it well written?" Aurora raised her head, her eyes shining.

　“Well, it’s well written.

　Perlis nodded, then turned and looked at Xingmo.

　He showed a sympathetic expression.

　Xingmo:….

　It's too late to sympathize now.

　"Just treat it as a hobby and keep writing. It will eventually bear fruit," Perlis closed the magazine, "and wait for me to come back.

　I hope to see that you have finished writing the book.

　"Well, sister, are you leaving?" Aurora looked up.

　"So Miss Perlis called us here to say goodbye," Xingmo said.

　"Ok.

　Pearlis picked up the coffee, took a sip, and turned her gaze to the window.

　Stars are twinkling above the endless sea of ​​flowers.

　“The String Painter.

　Perlis said, turning her gaze back to the two of them.

　"Protect this world well. I will ensure that He cannot reach your world."

　"Can you do it?" Xingmo asked.

　She knew how powerful Miss Perlis was. Even the illusion in her dream that was not even one tenth of her true self could make Xingmo feel that she was no match for her.

　There is a possibility of defeating her.

　In other words, the possibility is so low that it can be almost ignored.

　The One Who Can Draw the Strings 1... He is an ancient being that has gathered a huge force on the galaxy, an ancient god with spiritual wisdom.

　Although its power is not unspeakable, its fatality lies in its wisdom.

　The Shepherd's String hypothesis is the ultimate weapon created by this being to move the stars with a single point.

　What if this isn't His only weapon?

　Perlis naturally understood Xingmo's meaning. She nodded slightly and said:

　"There will be some difficulties, after all, there are still unknowns, but please rest assured, she will not escape my sight.

　With just these words, Xingmo inexplicably felt a strong sense of security in his heart.

　She nodded slightly and said:

　"We will soon regain control of the Red Moon. If Miss Perlis needs anything, please let us know."

　The chords of the shepherd star will shine for you.

　"I feel relieved when you say that," Perlis chuckled and looked at Aurora, "Aurora, you must be obedient, understand.

　Learn from Xiaomo, she is much more mature than you.

　"I'm pretty mature now!" Aurora raised her chin. "Hmph, my sister didn't even take me with her when she went to fight the bad guys. How mean!

　"There will be opportunities later, dear," Perlis reached out and gently rubbed Aurora's head, "but this time... it's a personal favor.

　blame.

　Personal vendetta.

　Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other and recalled the old man with silver eyes.

　In the ocean of consciousness clusters of the String Painters, there seems to be an old enemy of Miss Perlis.