The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 05.05 - Gold

"Soul?" Xing Mo creased her eyebrows, "Plants also have souls?"

"Everything has soul, from the grass in the soil to small birds flying in the sky." Aurora stated thusly, "Life and souls go hand in hand. They are both integral."

So that's how it was. In that case, it seemed that the instructor's project was going to be ruined. The academy's Rear Gardens probably won't be full of life in autumn.

Xing Mo sighed. Sure enough, trying to manipulate life is foolish and dangerous.

Seeing Xing Mo's expression, Aurora jumped down from the throne of vines and pinched her cheek: "It's time to take a shower and go to bed. We have class tomorrow morning."

The Evil God had good self-control...

Xing Mo dodged Aurora's hand, then waved her wand to clean up the refuse from the potted plant and said: "We won't be attending classes tomorrow."

"We're skipping classes?" Aurora was startled, "We'll be deducted credits."

Aurora appeared to be a little too invested in the charade.

Xing Mo cleared her throat and said: "Credits don't matter. As long as you pass the final exam, credits don't mean anything."

"That so..." Aurora nodded and showed a wicked smile, "Why are we skipping classes?"

"I'm taking you to visit the Southern District." Xing Mo uttered and waved her hand, and a stack of banknotes appeared in her hand.

"Do you like going to the beach?"

......

Early Thursday morning, Xing Mo and Aurora took a Pegasus across the strait, and then took the steam railway in the Western District.

After three hours, the two stood on the streets of the Southern District, a warm breeze in their faces.

The walls of the houses on both sides of the street were made from sand-yellow bricks, wooden lattice windows behind arched windows.

These were typical Machiavellian style buildings. Goldners originated from the desert. As such, many of their habits, including architectural style, stemmed from the desert.

Only in the Citadel could such a scenery be witnessed... the five districts seemed to be slices of multiple civilizations combined to form a colorful oil painting.

Aurora was obviously fascinated by the huge contrast. She turned left and right, looking at the passers-by in yellow robes, and a smile crept onto her lips.

"Poor Goldners, their ambition is greater than the sun." Aurora murmured.

Xing Mo glanced at Aurora: "You're starting to talk in riddles?"

"What riddles? You are obviously not smart enough to understand!" Aurora puffed up her cheeks, "What I mean is that these imperials are rotten!"

What is this... regional discrimination? Xing Mo smiled helplessly: "You can't say that. In fact, there are many friendly imperials. For example, Ms. Vivian of the Bell Protectors, she is very lovely."

"Do you like her?" Aurora started prying.

"I don't. I like you, okay?" Xing Mo sighed helplessly.

"Oh~" Aurora seemed to enjoy it.

The two walked down the streets of the Southern District. After a while, they found an imperial-style breakfast shop.

Imperial breakfast was quite different from that of other regions of the Citadel—this was mainly because imperials didn't usually use tableware to eat, but instead used their hands.

After placing the order, Xing Mo sat at a table and watched the dishes being prepared in the open kitchen.

Milk and sesame seeds were sprinkled on flatbread dough, and then the flatbread dough was backed in a furnace until brown.

Afterward, a stew made of chopped mutton, tomatoes, bell peppers, and onions was prepared and poured into bowls.

At this point, a waiter in a yellow robe brought the stew and flatbread to the table, and then brought two plates with butter and honey respectively.

The stewed mutton exuded a bewitching aroma. Aurora extended her hand, but Xing Mo stopped her: "Not so fast."

"I'm hungry! I'm hungry" Aurora was getting cranky.

"I'll show you the right way to eat it. Settle down." As she spoke, Xing Mo tore off a small piece of flatbread, then placed the piece of flatbread into the mutton stew and wrapped it around a few pieces of mutton.

Subsequently, she dipped the piece of flatbread in butter and honey, and then presented it to Aurora: "Young Ancestor, open your mouth."

Aurora opened her mouth without hesitation and devoured the piece of flatbread in Xing Mo's hand.

"'as'y!" Aurora said indistinctly.

Just as Xing Mo was about to retract her hand, Aurora grabbed her wrist, and then took hold of the two fingers that were in contact with the piece of flatbread.

"Hey... don't..." Xing Mo's cheeks turned red.

Aurora didn't care about the surrounding gazes. She licked the stew broth and honey from Xing Mo's hand before letting go.

"Can't waste food~" Aurora smiled brightly.

"Sigh..." Looking at the honey on Aurora's mouth, Xing Mo sighed, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her mouth.

The two began to enjoy the Machiavellian-style breakfast. After ten-plus minutes, the mutton stew and flatbread were no more.

When she finished eating, Xing Mo rubbed her belly and exhaled.

The Southern District was indeed the place to eat meat... the portions were large; the ingredients were airlifted from the empire by steam airship, so they could be called fresh.

The beach didn't open until noon, and it was the most frequented in the evening, which was the best time not to attract attention.

They had a whole day to wander around the Southern District and look for clues.

Where should we start...

While Xing Mo was contemplating, a waiter in a yellow robe came over with two glasses of orange juice and placed them on the table: "Dear costumers, our store has a special offer, where you receive a free glass of fresh orange juice when you order breakfast. Please enjoy."

The waiter put down the glasses and left. Xing Mo and Aurora looked at the two glasses of juice, then looked at each other and smiled.

Because, in their spiritual vision, the juice was exuding black aura.

Who would have thought that after breakfast, a clue would present itself right before them.

"What do you say? Knock them down and interrogate them?" Aurora's voice sounded in Xing Mo's mind.

"Young Ancestor... we shouldn't use violence to solve all our problems. We are Wizards, and we must make good use of the way of Wizards." With that, Xing Mo picked up a glass of orange juice and drank it in one gulp.

She could feel the curse enter her body, before quickly disappearing—it was smashed by the Tree of Life's brand.

Then, she got up, took Aurora out of the store, down the street, and into an alley.

In the alley, Xing Mo played the string of fire, creating a gust of scorching wind that lifted the two onto a roof made of sand-yellow tiles.

Gazing at the flow of people on the street from the roof, Xing Mo closed her eyes and filled the space with her spiritual force.

When she opened his eyes again, the world in front of her turned gray.

Xing Mo focused and found two strings of fire, one string of the shadows, and one string of the moon.

She struck the four strings with her wand successively, and red, black, and blue light rippled in the air, condensed together, and outlined a golden dagger.

"Four string magic, Dagger of Truth." Xing Mo uttered in a low voice.