Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Phil, dressed in her finest attire, felt somewhat overwhelmed by the young people surrounding her. But when she saw Celia and Benovia, she was overjoyed, waving frantically, "Celia, Benovia, over here!"

Many young nobles looked over, and their eyes lit up when they saw two young and beautiful girls walking by.

However, Phil, the main character, was standing to the side, and they did not come forward. A young man in a black tailcoat smiled and said, "Are you friends of Miss Phil? Hello, let me introduce myself. I am Baker Yarman, the eldest son of Earl Yarman. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He glanced at Benovia, assessed her attire, and seemed to give up on striking up a conversation.

He looked at Celia and was taken aback when he saw that her clothes were just an ordinary long dress. Then he looked at her beautiful face and his eyes flashed with amazement. He walked over to her enthusiastically.

Celia was also walking over.

Then he walked past him, pulled up a chair and sat down next to Phil, stretching, "Phil, aren't you going to tell me what's going on?"

A look of displeasure flashed across Baker's face, whether from displeasure at Celia ignoring him or from her casual treatment of Phil, it was hard to tell. His tone turned colder: "Miss, although you are Miss Phil's friend, please don't be so casual in such a formal setting. If you don't understand aristocratic etiquette, I can teach you."

Celia didn't speak, but Benovia's voice came: "Count Yarman once fought alongside Duke Pharos. As the person in charge of logistics, he withheld more than 30% of the supplies when delivering them to Duke Pharos."

"After the maritime situation was stabilized, he monopolized the slave market in Leites City, but he was still not satisfied. He used his position to establish a long-term partnership with the Leites City gangs, selling many prohibited drug materials, including pearl rosemary, on the black market."

She glanced at Baker, whose face was growing increasingly pale, and chuckled, "Am I right, Mr. Baker?"

"Don't talk nonsense! What evidence do you have? And who are you?" Baker shouted angrily.

Phil looked at him, frowning. "I'll have my father investigate this thoroughly."

Beck hurriedly said, "This man is talking nonsense, don't believe him. My father is the most loyal to Duke Pharos!"

Phil didn't speak, but just looked at the guard beside him.

The guards stepped forward and led Baker away.

Celia watched Benovia's actions and secretly clicked her tongue in amazement.

How does Benovia know everything?

Is there anything she doesn't know?

What is her family's background?

Seeing Beck being dragged away, another nobleman stepped forward. Just as he was about to say something, Benovia looked at him and said, "Do you also want me to read out what your family has done?"

The other party promptly backed down, slunk away, and went to find someone else.

Of course, I'm not afraid to say it out loud.

But Phil, the protagonist of the banquet, seemed to have no doubts whatsoever and believed the mysterious noblewoman's words immediately.

This is very scary.

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Chapter 413 Mysterious Magic Array

In the city of Leites, Duke Pharos's words carried more weight than those of the Ishtar royal family or the Holy Court; if it came to investigating something, none of them could withstand it.

Even if their relationships are complicated, it doesn't matter.

Because this is a world where extraordinary powers exist, might makes right; everything else is secondary.

As long as you are powerful, you will naturally have a lot of supporters.

Phil is the daughter of the strongest Duke Pharos, and her words represent Duke Pharos, so naturally no one dared to continue to provoke her.

Benovia looked at the others and said very politely, "Excuse me, we need to take up Phil's time. Please leave for a moment... If you don't leave, I'll tell Phil what your family has been doing behind the scenes."

Phil said earnestly, "Benovia, please tell me."

Everyone scattered in panic.

Celia frowned and asked, "Have all the nobles here done bad things?"

Benovia laughed and said, "I don't know. I only know part of it. This part is about having evidence and preparing to make an arrest. I don't know the rest."

Celia curled her lip. "Nobles are all bad people; they all have criminal records."

Phil said cautiously, "My father is also a nobleman..."

Celia said, "Your father pacified the seas, unlike these people who did nothing and some of them are hereditary nobles."

Benovia laughed and said, "Although many nobles have an evil side, we can't wipe them all out at once, or that would cause chaos in the world."

Celia muttered, "It'll just be chaotic for a while at most."

She had heard from Ross that, in order to abolish slavery, Ross had killed 100,000 nobles and terrified the rest, who didn't dare utter a sound.

Unfortunately, the arrival of the gods rendered all their efforts futile.

Celia looked at Phil, feigning ignorance: "Phil, you still haven't told me why you specifically invited us to your dinner party. What's the theme of this dinner party?"

Phil blushed: "Today is my birthday."

"They didn't even tell me my birthday in advance, how could they be so unloving?"

"No, it's not like that. I just... it was very sudden. I didn't expect my father to make arrangements for me. Originally, I didn't want to celebrate my birthday. It's a waste of time. At most, I would just invite you all to dinner, like before."

"Fine, it's your birthday today, so I'll forgive you." Celia waved her hand.

"Thank you!"

Celia rolled her eyes.

No need to thank me.

At this moment, Doris and Anko also arrived.

After chatting for a while, the butler came over and called Phil, asking her to go and make preparations.

Before the banquet began, the hall was already filled with various foods. While chatting with Phil and the others, Celia ate a big meal. After she was full, seeing that the banquet hadn't started yet, she left the banquet and went outside for a stroll to digest her food.

Just as she was walking through a garden, Ross's voice suddenly rang out: "Unleash your mental power and sense your surroundings."

Celia was taken aback, but did as she was told to release her mental energy.

A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of pollution appeared in Celia's senses.

Celia immediately took out her staff and slowly walked over.

Parting the flowers, Celia took out a dark red fragment of an unknown material.

"what is this?"

Celia frowned and sensed it. "A magic circle? It doesn't seem like one."

She sensed her surroundings but found no trace of any special magic array.

Only the castle's protective magic circle is active here, which Celia can recognize.

After thinking it over and over, Celia still couldn't figure out what it was, so she asked Ross, "Lord Ross, what is this?"

"Part of some kind of magic array."

"What?" Celia perked up, then asked in confusion, "But I didn't sense any magic array around me."

"Of course, because this magic circle... faces the entire city, it's just a little thing used to deceive people."

Celia's eyes widened: "Could it be the magic circle Lord Ross mentioned, the one that could blow up the city of Leites?"

“No.” Ross chuckled and shook his head. “It’s another one, a rather interesting magic circle.”

Celia looked at Ross with a resentful expression.

"Actually, it's just bait to lure deep-sea monsters. Its purpose is to attract deep-sea behemoths. This magic circle is so large that it covers the entire city of Leites, second only to the one that summoned the White Whale. As for the purpose of setting up this magic circle, you'll have to investigate that yourself. Hmm, the Deep Sea Aid Association really likes to set up super-large magic circles."

"A magic circle that covers the entire city of Leites... why didn't anyone notice it?" Celia blinked.

Ross laughed and said, "Even if you discover it, you can't tell the difference, just like you. The connection of this magic circle is very weak, and you can't feel it when you're in it."

"How do we break it?" Celia asked.

"Don't break it; it will gradually lose its function and disappear."

"That means there will be a deep-sea monster attack in Leites City..."

Celia shook her head, thinking she was overthinking it. As a legendary sorcerer who had pacified the near seas, how could Duke Pharos not be paying attention to the movements of the deep-sea monsters? The appearance of that aquatic parasite must have caught his attention. She didn't need to worry about the battlefield here.

As Celia collected the fragments and was about to leave, someone blocked her way.

It was none other than Baker, who had been kicked out.

His eyes were gloomy as he coldly looked at Celia: "Although I don't know what your relationship is with Miss Phil, you will regret it if you anger the Yarman family."

Celia's voice was also indifferent: "A good dog doesn't block the way."

"You!" Baker raised his hand, but dared not strike.

Just as he was about to utter another harsh word, a bone-chilling cold emanated from him, growing stronger as Celia approached.

He quickly stepped aside, then looked at Celia's retreating figure with lingering fear.

"Hmph, do they really think they can do whatever they want just because they're strong?" Baker stormed off.

There was nothing he could do but leave; Phil already disliked him, and he couldn't attend the banquet.

Celia didn't care about Baker.

Why should she care about nobles she'd never even heard of?

Threat?

puff.

Upon re-entering the venue, I saw Duke Pharos speaking to me as a huge cake was slowly pushed towards me.

Phil put on a birthday hat, and the surrounding nobles applauded and offered their blessings.

There were too many people, so Celia didn't join in the fun. She scanned the venue with her eyes and saw Benovia and the others in the corner, so she went over to them.

"Why don't you go and send Phil your blessings?" Celia asked.

Doris scoffed, "Meaningless aristocratic socializing. It's better to improve yourself than to engage in such useless socializing."

Benovia laughed and said, "Yes, it's better to improve yourself. When you have enough strength, the title will come to you on its own. You won't need to curry favor with anyone. However, for most nobles, this kind of event is still quite important."

Celia curled her lip: "All nobles should be sent to trial."

Benovia's beautiful eyes sparkled as she said, "Speaking of which, Celia also seems to have a title. After winning first place in the Mage League, the Ishtar royal family bestowed upon her the title of Honorary Earl, but you weren't back then."

Celia: "?"

I'm having some writer's block...

Chapter 414 Phil: What is Celia's relationship with the evil god?

Phil regretted it.

I should have known better than to agree to my father's request.

Looking down at the numerous nobles she had only met once, or even never met at all, offering her blessings and birthday gifts, Phil saw only flattery and hypocrisy.

She doesn't dislike crowds, but she hates hypocritical masks.

When she healed people in the Temple of Embers or at the mercenary camp, everyone looked at her and praised her.

Their praise came from the heart, without a trace of falsehood, unlike the people here, whose praise was all insincere.

Phil could see resentment and jealousy in the eyes of many noble ladies, and even more so in the eyes of the noblemen, which made her very uncomfortable.

Because she is the daughter of Duke Pharos, a genius sorcerer, a holy priest, and is suspected of having a high-ranking background in the Holy Court, everyone wants to curry favor with her.

Beneath the polite facade lies naked utilitarianism and a desire for conquest.

I hate it.

Phil suppressed the turbulent demonic energy within his body and barely managed to deal with all the nobles. As he scanned the hall, he discovered that Celia and the others were no longer there.

They disappeared somewhere while she was dealing with the nobles.

Phil bit his lower lip, hiding his disappointment, and made an excuse to leave the banquet, going to the third floor of the castle.

She planned to go to her usual balcony to look at the garden below and relax.

Upon reaching the third floor, Phil suddenly noticed someone on the balcony, with their back to her, looking down.

There was no moon tonight; his dark silhouette could only be seen with the faint light of the magic lamp.