Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 111 I got up and killed him in one strike.
Celia felt that this method was very unethical.

But looking at the 50 gold coins in his hand, it didn't seem so unacceptable.

The other party is a ruthless gangster.

The girl felt as if something inside her had shattered.

Rose's smile seemed to turn into mockery, a mockery of her downfall.

50 gold coins are too hot to handle.

So Celia held on tightly.

It turns out there really are things that are easier to make money than painstakingly making scrolls... Where can fighting and killing be faster than robbing?
"I still don't understand. This is clearly robbery, so why did they obediently hand over the money? Are all gangsters this rich?"

Ross laughed and said, "Of course. These ruthless gangs may not have a lot of money, but they have plenty of small change. When I was in Tier 1 or 2, I would go to them to spend money whenever I was short of cash, and it always helped ease my financial burden."

Celia: "..."

As expected of... an evil god.

Originally, Celia never expected those five people to actually contribute money.

Her goal was to stop them and allow Enarse to advance her revenge mission by a quarter of the way.

To my utter surprise, they actually paid.

With no reason to keep their puppets, Celia reluctantly accepted the money and released them.

"This puts more pressure on Enarse, and I need to be ready to step in and help at any time."

The girl watched as the five people, carrying the puppet, walked towards the tavern.

But just as she was about to follow, she suddenly paused.

She saw the five people suddenly turn a corner, not enter the tavern, but instead... run away?

She rushed over to check the situation.

The fire spread throughout the entire tavern.

This is what Celia saw.

A strong magical energy emanated from the air, with elements of fire and wind spreading outwards from the central campfire, slowly enveloping the entire tavern.

The woman who emerged from the tavern was a veritable war goddess from hell.

"That's too ruthless, Enarse, you just burned down the tavern."

Celia was dumbfounded.

Enarse didn't find Celia; she went to the next place.

Someone had already reported it to the sheriff, who arrived late after Enarse left and began making a lot of noise to put out the fire—meaning everyone was shouting and yelling, but no one even bothered to spit and try to put out the fire.

The second place is the Baccarat Casino.

The second floor.

Dokara was at a gambling table, playing cards with some friends.

Just then, someone rushed over and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Oh? That little girl who ran away last year became a sorceress? She killed Masaka? And she burned down the tavern?"

Dokar smirked. "What a useless Masaka. If I weren't tied up right now, I would definitely go and capture her and sell her to the Orc Federation."

The messenger whispered, "She's coming this way."

Dokara's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Then let her never return; capture her and make her a reproductive slave."

"Are your hands shaking?" a friend said.

"Haha, it's just that playing cards is tiring, but it's nothing to worry about. Everyone, keep playing and don't let it affect you."

boom!
A loud crashing sound suddenly came from downstairs.

Dokara suddenly stood up.

"Hmph, you really dare to come? Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

He had no time to play cards anymore. He grabbed his coat, put it on, and hurried downstairs.

Outside the door, he saw his puppet, and his tense heart relaxed slightly.

Upon arriving on the first floor, he immediately witnessed a chaotic scene.

Countless gamblers rushed out of the gates in all directions. Some even took advantage of the chaos to grab a handful of chips from the gambling tables and run away.

Dokara has no interest in these people.

He looked at the girl at the main gate.

A year ago, they "accidentally" killed the other girl's parents. At that time, the girl was very thin and frail.

Now, she exudes a powerful aura, no longer as frail as before, and is completely different from a year ago, to the point that Dokara didn't recognize her at first glance.

At this moment, she was manipulating the puppet, killing the thugs who tried to rush over one by one with a single slash.

"Stop!" Dokara shouted, manipulating the puppet into the battlefield.

He's just a newbie, nothing special.

Dokara thought to himself.

Then he saw what a gap really meant.

Enarse is just an ordinary person at the Holy Magic Academy, but in a small northern town like Frost Town, she's absolutely dominant.

Especially since the target is Dokara, whose magic power is showing signs of decline due to a lack of training on a regular basis.

He hadn't fought in a long time since the Sunfire Gang completely took over the Frosttown underground market.

His passion is burning!

His puppet exudes a dangerous aura!
His puppet was pinned to the ground and brutally beaten!
"Dokara, do you remember me?"

The girl bypassed the battle of the puppets and came to stand before Dokara.

She also had a knife in her hand.

Dokara broke out in a cold sweat and quickly took out a second-tier spell scroll that he always carried with him.

However, Enarse was faster than him.

With a single stroke, a hand was easily severed.
“Xi… My friend once told me something: ‘Who pulls out a scroll when they’re getting beaten up?’ I’ll pass this on to you.”

With blood dripping from the tip of her blade, Enarse pointed it at Dokara's head once more.

"I won't let you die easily."

As she spoke, she moved the knife down to Dokara's arm.

Just as she was about to plunge the needle in, a voice suddenly rang out.

"That's enough, friend."

Suddenly, vines rose from the ground. Alert, Enarse immediately retreated to avoid them, then looked up at the person who had spoken.

The other person came down from the second floor, dressed in luxurious clothes.

"You killed many members of the Flame Sun Society, burned down the Warm Tavern, and are now causing trouble at the Victory Casino. Don't you respect Lord Winter at all?"

"who are you?"

“I am Krishnamurti, the future lord of Frosttown.”

Upon seeing Chrissis arrive, Dokara breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed excitedly, "So Young Master Chrissis is here! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I'm just here to have some fun, don't make a fuss. Don't worry, the lord's manor will handle this."

Dokar smiled: "I believe in the lord... manor?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked down at his chest.

The cold blade had already pierced his heart.

It turned out that Ainars had taken advantage of his moment of carelessness to suddenly stab him.

Then, Enarse looked at Kriss and said, "What happened here has nothing to do with the lord's manor. I will leave after I take my revenge."

Krishnamurti's face darkened. "What audacity! A mere first-tier mage dares to disregard even a third-tier lord. I think you're tired of living!"

Enarse remained silent, simply turning and walking away.

"ignore me?"

Seeing that Ainars had left immediately, Krish was furious and strode towards the door without even glancing at Dokara.

But just as he was about to reach the door, a hand suddenly blocked his way.

After stopping Chrisis, the other party said seriously, "Greetings, son of the lord. I have a major security incident to report to you."

(End of this chapter)