The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 05.01 - Gold

"Another three Steam Man related incidents occurred in the Northern District. People are disquieted."

"The total number of missing people has already exceeded the one hundred mark. The police are conducting closer investigations."

"Bellkeeper Alice Pushett, while comforting people at the crime scene, was admonished by the Northern District Police Department's Chief Laura Williams, causing public outcry..."

Sitting at a table, Aurora poked her head out from behind the newspaper in her hands and looked at Xing Mo beside a stove: "Your senior was scolded by this very fierce woman!"

"I've already read it." Xing Mo didn't even look back.

It was early in the morning, and the two were in the Public Kitchens in the academy's East Tower.

While Aurora sat at the table, Xing Mo was busying herself at a stove.

The kitchens were arranged for students who wish to prepare their own food. At the same time, white doves could be used to bring ingredients from all over the Citadel, meeting the requirements of most recipes.

Of course, Aurora was the one who wanted for Xing Mo to prepare food.

The lass was clamoring first thing in the morning, claiming that the breakfast in the Great Hall wasn't that tasty, that she wanted to eat food prepared by her young Saintess.

Xing Mo was left with no choice but to prepare food herself.

"We have become eyewitnesses, proving that Steam Man really exists." As she spoke, Xing Mo poured olive oil into a pan, and then used a knife to cut white mushrooms on a chopping board into even pieces.

"That guy can really take a hit. My spear was equivalent to a five string magic. If it were an ordinary person instead, they would have been smashed." Aurora buried her head in the newspaper again.

"I wonder how he escaped." Xing Mo muttered.

When the olive oil in the pan was at the right temperature, Xing Mo used tongs to put sausages and bacon into the pot, and then poured in the chopped mushrooms.

Sizzle...

As the sound of oil cooking rose, Xing Mo picked up a piece of butter and placed it in the pan, and then started to flip the sausages and bacon.

After a while, an aroma permeated the Public Kitchens. The sizzling sounds made Aurora's hands, which were holding the newspaper, begin to tremble.

She calmly sniffed from behind the newspaper and said reservedly: "I don't know either. Anyway, that was quite impressive. He can be regarded as a little mouse that can do parkour. Next time, if it's a nice day with a clear sky, I will get rid of him in seconds."

Xing Mo didn't take Aurora's boasting to heart. After all, the loli shouldn't be so stupid as to abuse her authority in broad daylight.

Even with the boost provided by Saint Auroth Cathedral, she can't do whatever she pleases and expose herself.

Xing Mo waved her wand, and two eggs flew over with a gust of wind and entered her hand.

She cracked the eggshells and poured the contents into the pan, then took out a few seasoning bottles and sprinkled some salt and black pepper, and topped it up with chopped parsley.

When the food was ready, Xing Mo put it on plates and then brought the plates to the table: "Come, Young Ancestor, here's the breakfast you requested."

Aurora threw the newspaper aside. In the blink of an eye, she was holding a knife and fork in her hands, her heart-shaped pupils pulsating.

Before she could move the knife and fork, Xing Mo extended her hand: "Be patient."

She took out a small jar, scooped up some amber-colored baked beans, and placed them into the center of the plates.

Thus a Western District-style breakfast was completed.

Xing Mo elegantly took off apron and gloves and sat down opposite Aurora.

She looked up and found the white-haired loli opposite her looking at her with near admiration.

"Hmm?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

"Young Saintess, you're really great." Aurora's eyes sparkled.

Seriously... to be tamed by breakfast, there shouldn't be a God that easy to handle.

Xing Mo sighed: "Alas, I have been living on my own for a long time. When there is nothing to do, I like to fiddle with cooking. I learned a lot about food from the Vestan Continent and Yanxian Continent."

With an almost longing look in her eyes, Aurora picked up a sausage with a fork and stuffed it into her mouth, staining her mouth with grease.

"It's delicious!" Her eyes lit up.

This isn't the first time she has eaten it. Why does her reaction get more exaggerated with time... As she grumbled in her heart, Xing Mo targeted the fried egg on her plate.

She didn't like greasy food very much. She was satisfied with mushrooms and fried egg plus some bacon.

As for the remaining pile of meat, it was all Aurora's.

"That's right." Aurora spoke indistinctly while eating, "Re'ar'in' 'a'... Prince Aus'in... 'o you have any lea's."

"Swallow first, then speak."

"Gulp... regarding Prince Austin, do you have any leads?"

When Prince Austin was mentioned, Xing Mo thought of Angel's Tear and the missing Bishop Freyr and couldn't help but sigh.

"It will be difficult for us to investigate by ourselves. In the Southern District, there are a lot of imperial immigrants. That place is within Prince Austin's sphere of influence. If we ask about Bishop Freyr there, if someone were to drag us into an alley, that wouldn't be surprising."

"Drag us into an alley? To silence us?" Aurora dealt with a sausage.

"Anyway, it's just not safe." Xing Mo said, "Let me first talk to the instructor and see if I can pry something out of him."

"Oh~" Aurora appeared to be disgruntled, "Instructor Lucius seems to like you quite a bit~"

"Yeah. He told me I have the best aptitude in the first year three string class. Therefore, he assigned me an after-school task." Xing Mo lied without batting an eye.

"Forge good connections so you can serve me better." Aurora muttered.

The two made short work of their breakfast. Ten minutes later, Xing Mo—Aurora in tow—dashed toward the History and Mythology classroom located in the North Tower.

This was a classroom that had a strong historic atmosphere, with tattered pieces of fabric of different colors hanging from the arched ceiling and huge designs carved on marble walls, depicting scenes of humans trudging through the ages.

Professor Renault, who taught the class, was a middle-aged man. He spread out the lesson plan on the teacher's desk and began to speak in a level voice: "During Evernight, before the Age of the Gods, Mistians trudged in the darkness, struggling to survive in the quagmire-like lands."

"The Evernight originated from the endless breath of Dragon of the Dark Moon Abragus. It prowled in the eternal night and hunted creatures that rose up in the soil. From Giants to Elves, from demi-humans to humans, and even weaker Dragonkind and Demigods, they were all its prey."

"As a result, it was also called Boundless Dragon, Horrible Roar of the Eternal Night, and Black Wings Symbolizing Disaster and Death."

"It turned the earth into its hunting ground, where all life was meant to serve as its nourishment, preventing the fire of civilization from igniting."

"But on that fateful day, everything changed."

The professor knocked on the blackboard, and a golden mural emerged—it was a magnificent mural depicting humans emerge from the mist and look up at the sky dyed golden.

"Golden light fell from the sky, and golden stars lit up in the eternal night sky, illuminating the earth."

"Mistians witnessed godly battle above the sky dome. In the godly battle, a huge hole was torn open in the southeast of the Vestan Continent. Seawater poured into the hole and formed a sea in the continent, which was the Middle Sea north of the Citadel."

"In the end, the Dragon of the Dark Moon was killed by the Goddess. Its head was severed and fell in the north of the Vestan Continent, while its body was placed in the sky, forming a light blue moon that illuminates the night, putting an end to its evil deeds."

"But Abragus's scourge on the world didn't end there. When its head landed in the far north of the continent, it spat out an extremely cold storm that turned the entire north into a restricted area for living beings. The prehistoric mythical creatures remained frozen since then. Mistians, by relying on the Goddess's guidance, escaped to the south and received a reprieve."

"That piece of eternal frozen land is called Mordheim. We have yet to explore its boundaries. But one day, we will follow the Goddess's decree, proceed to the origin of the frozen land, and stop the curse planted by Dragon of the Dark Moon on the world."