The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 04.03 - Northern District's Mist

Upon hearing Xing Mo's explanation, Alice looked pensive, while Blackwood's eyes were plated with an enigmatic hue, "It seems I can't hide it from the three misses. That's right, that wretch did come to my place to seek protection."

"Why would a bishop come to the Docklands to seek protection?" Alice frowned.

"This is not something I would know." Blackwood smiled, "Oh, I'll give you a piece of free information, as a toast to the pretty miss who uncovered a mystery."

He winked at Xing Mo. Xing Mo responded with a deadpan look on her face.

"What information?" Alice asked.

"That bishop looked like he was possessed." Blackwood said faintly, "He kept muttering 'salvation' or something..."

Upon hearing the word "salvation", Xing Mo's pupils constricted.

She recalled the duel that day, when Noble Sunlight lost control and growled "salvation."

Salvation... what salvation? Salvation from what?

Xing Mo glanced at Aurora beside her. The little Evil God hasn't spoken from start to finish, just listening quietly.

Noticing Xing Mo's gaze, Aurora lifted her head and gave her a smile.

"So Bishop Freyr asked you for protection, but you refused, and then he left, right?"

"Of course. That guy had an Angel's Tear hanging from his neck. If the Church of the Starsea were to come knocking, I wouldn't be able to handle it." Blackwood waved his hand.

"Where did he go?" Alice asked.

"How would I know?" Blackwood picked up another cup and started wiping it.

"Do you think I'm dumb? There's no way you would let a bishop slip from under your nose without scraping some grease." Alice pressed him step by step, "You sent someone to track him, didn't you?"

Blackwood smiled and looked at Alice playfully: "As a young lady of the Pushett Family, your understanding of the dark side is deep, which is quite the pity."

"Stop talking nonsense." Alice said coldly, "Where did he go?"

"This information isn't free." Blackwood lowered his head while wiping the cup, "You will have to pay a certain price."

Alice stared at Blackwood for a moment, then parted her lips: "How much do you want?"

"Not money, miss. That would be too boring."

Blackwood raised his head and scanned the three people in front of him before finally focusing on Xing Mo's face: "I want this miss... to become tonight's champion."

......

After walking down a dark underground tunnel at the back of the bar for five minutes, Xing Mo started hearing voices.

When the curtain at the end of the tunnel was lifted, an underground arena shrouded in flames appeared in front of everyone, and overwhelming sounds rushed toward them like a flood.

In the center of the arena, there are two Wizards dueling, with strong winds and shadows surging like waves and ominous string sounds resounding.

"You imperialists can't go without bloody duels, can you?" Alice said coldly.

"Oh?" Blackwood smiled, saying, "Take a look, how many of them are imperials?"

Xing Mo swept the viewing stands with her eyes. She indeed found many imperials wearing yellow robes, but most were workers in rags.

They cheered and consumed large quantities of inferior alcohol, excited expressions on their faces. But the looks in their eyes were dull.

This is the essence of Blackwood's authority in the Docklands—he is the founder of the underground arena, and he has an information network that covers the entire North District.

The authorities of the Citadel don't interfere with his underground arena. That is because every participant "voluntarily" signs a waiver. In the Citadel, duels have always been legal.

Not to mention that when a wooden bucket is filled with too much water, you can't very well tear apart its planks.

"There are too many dark horses tonight. If one of them wins the championship, I will have to lose a few bottles of aged wine."

Blackwood waved at Xing Mo: "Your task is very simple. In tonight's seventh match, defeat the person who will win in this fight and take their place; help me save some money."

"If I win, will you share the information with us?" Xing Mo spoke faintly.

"Blackwood never breaks an agreement." The man smiled politely.

"Then I agree."

As soon as Xing Mo finished speaking, Senior Alice stopped protectively in front of her: "Let me do it. Junior, you are a new student who just entered the academy. You lack practical experience."

"No, I want to see this miss fight." Blackwood shook his head, "Besides, for a Bellkeeper to participate in this kind of underground duel, aren't you afraid of being criticized by others?"

"I don't care." Alice spoke coldly.

Xing Mo hurriedly poked Alice in the waist, then leaned in and said: "Senior, don't worry. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" Alice frowned, "Junior, why don't you take a look at the fight in front of you?"

Hmm? What's the matter?

Xing Mo turned her gaze toward the arena. When she saw the situation inside the arena, the corners of her mouth twitched.

On... oh my god...

At this moment, the two people fighting in the arena are a two-meter tall burly man and a more than 1.4-meter tall loli. There is a stark difference in height.

The burly man wore two rusty fist weapons on his hands. Whenever he swung his fists, a substantial gust of wind would follow suit, roaring toward the other end of the arena.

Upon closer inspection, Xing Mo noticed that there is a metallic bell around each fist weapon—every time the burly man swung his fists, the bells would ring, activating the string of wind in the surroundings in a disorderly manner.

In other words, every punch he made is a three string magic.

The end result was that the turbulent wind blades he released could not be controlled. As they scattered around the arena, the wind blades even left bloody wounds on the burly man himself.

But he seems to have become numb to it, letting his blood spill freely, so he can tear the young girl across from him apart.

The young girl was quite ordinary: dressed in a dark green robe, with short gray hair fluttering in the wind, holding a small dagger in her hand.

She skillfully dodged the wind blades unleashed by the burly man, her body as lithe as a sprite. She occasionally seized an opportunity to charge forward with her dagger.

The dagger's blade glistened with dark light. Every time she swung the dagger, it would leave a dark trajectory in the air.

Xing Mo carefully examined the dagger. She narrowed her eyes slightly—

—that is a sacred artifact.

In the Citadel, sacred artifacts usually mean objects that can pry the power of strings by their own existence. Sacred artifacts are extremely rare.

According to the classification of the Church of the Starsea, sacred artifacts are classified based on their ability to unleash power and string magic, and are divided into thirteen ranks.

Judging by the dark force generated by the loli waving her dagger, Xing Mo estimates that it is at least a four string rank sacred artifact.

Oh boy... the people in the arena... one has illegally modified string weapons, while the other has a sacred artifact ...

Is this really a duel? It's more like a monster show.

"No matter who you will have to fight, you will be at a disadvantage." Alice whispered, "You still want to do it?"