Versatile Mage

There is no such funeral in Greece, and even the soil where the remains of one's loved ones are buried as a way to nourish a seed has never been heard of...

But Ishisa feels this way is better than finding a place to bury these murdered people together, and then she won't be close to this land for a kilometre in her life.

Yizhisha searched for a fruit tree, and Goddess Peak was full of sprayed fruit trees, which the believing women would pick regularly, wash and send to the Temple of the Virgin.

“Pear? ”

“Well, just pears.” Ishisa was handed to a middle-aged man.

“Just give me the nucleus...” The middle-aged man looked at the veil and thought the woman seemed a little clumsy.

Ishisa hesitated for a while.

She's a little hungry, and she hasn't had a bite to eat since she spoke publicly in the morning until dusk.

“I fell.” The middle-aged man opened the altar.

Ishizawa nodded and began to chew on the pears.

“Oh, so many, I thought it was your family or something, turns out to be a big pet, a lion vulture, I seem to see people riding around here a lot.” As soon as the middle-aged man saw the ashes full, he made this assumption.

Yizhisha ate only a few bites, but couldn't swallow it for a while.

Forget it, a man who doesn't belong in the bureau doesn't have to count that much and doesn't have to tell him too much.

“Well, vulture, big one.” Ishisawa said.

The ashes were thrown into the pit, and the middle-aged man walked to the edge of the mountain spring and washed his hands.

Izhisar had intended to stop it. After all, the mountain spring was not intended to wash hands, but the other party had put their hands in, and she assumed not to have seen them.

Finally, after eating the pear, Yizhisha walked to the pit full of ashes and threw the nucleus down.

“Alas, why am I washing my hands?” The middle-aged man walked up helplessly, lifted up mud all over the floor and added the pit, again soiling his hands.

Ishisa laughed.

The middle-aged man went to the mountain spring to wash his hands again, and after doing this, he waved goodbye to Yizhou's yarn.

Yizhisha stared at the little bag and surrounded his ears with an admonition before the arrival of a middle-aged man: "Don't use magic, I know there is a magic that can make the tree grow quickly, don't use magic at this time, let it grow naturally. ”

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Once in the middle of the night, looking up at the mysterious sky, you can't help but fall into endless memories.

Ye Xinxia remembered to study, the students around the day of the exam always looked anxious, but Xinxia never felt that way, because usually she didn't relax casually either.

After many years in the Temple of Patnon, she has not relaxed herself for a moment as she has in the past. She knows that working in the Temple of Patnon is not like learning magic. Just take some time to make up for the missing chapters. Ask others if you don't understand. Many of her decisions, some of her intentions, relate to the entire Temple of Patnon, to Greece, and even to many areas where Patnon Temple needs help.

She has more to bear, and the most important thing she wants to give up in the summer is that when the rain of blessings can only spill over one piece of land, disease in another area quickly erodes the whole town...

And the survivors of this town, they end up questioning themselves on some occasion, why did they choose to be tortured to death?

Does the Temple of Patnon have a preference?

Are you willing to save only those who can benefit them, or the rich areas that can be supported by large sums of money?

Over the years, she had witnessed so many deaths that she thought she had experienced the suffering of Bo, the most shocking death she had ever seen in her life, but had never thought that it was just the beginning, and at the Temple of Patnon, she had witnessed such outbreaks almost every month around the world.

Divine soul, gave Ye Xinxia the art of resurrection.

But resurrection magic can always save only one person, thousands of others, tens of thousands of others, hundreds of thousands of others, will die.

Diseases, plagues, curses, black tricks, wars, demons, natural changes...

The Temple of Patnon remains very small in this frequent outbreak of cholera.

Besides, the true thrust of the Patnon Temple nowadays is no longer to relieve suffering. All attention is being paid to elections, the next goddess is being nurtured, and every effort is being made to climb a little with the power of the goddess.

Ye Xinxia has been telling herself.

You can't forget your original intentions.

But a very real problem lay before her, forcing her to concentrate her power on herself, like those of previous Holy Virgins, and to take the position of goddess at all costs.

To carry out her original intentions, she had to change the entire Temple of Patnon and return it to its original thrust.

And how do you change the Temple of Patnon?

The only way is to become a goddess.

Where survival cannot be achieved, the original intent cannot remain the same, unless it coincides with Isaac's intentions.

Only by letting go of the present intentions and acquiring supreme divine power can we truly remember our original intentions.

Besides, there is a more important reason in front of Xinxia so that she can't lose to Ishisa in any case!

Black stone.

The goddess has a black stone.

Destiny gear turns back to its original position, but Heart Summer can't let the tragedy happen again!

“Your Royal Highness, the Knight is in complete control and there is no possibility of intermediate rebellion. There are two high priests who will support you unconditionally on the side of the Hall of Faith. I'm afraid the word of the Hall of Judgment is still firmly held by Ishisa.” Old Nanny Tata whispered.

“The internal situation is clear.” Xinxia said.

“The verdict palace has close ties to Al-Quds Al-Sharif, and now our greatest concern is the interference of Al-Quds Al-Sharif. The associate cleric you asked me to blow away, he asked me to tell you that there will be no half of the ballot papers on the side of Al-Quds Al-Sharif to support you, and they will support Ishiya.” Tata said.

“I understand.” Summer nodded.

“Why are you not worried at all? It is very important to know that the ballot papers of Al-Quds Al-Sharif are very important. If they are all on the side of the Ezekiel, you will have no chance of winning... If it is not possible, you will agree to their terms. After all, there is no hope for that person. All the people of Al-Quds Al-Sharif want him dead. Your choice has no effect on his final judgment. Instead, make a wiser choice, so that your goddess will steadily win the ticket.” Tata said anxiously.

Summer stared at Tata and there was no emotion in her eyes.

Tata freaked out and was afraid to speak anymore.

“Don't say that again. This has happened to me since I was a little girl, and there was nothing I could do...” Xia Xia said to Tata and her tone softened a little.

“Huh? Do you remember?” Tata was surprised.

Tata had actually seen Xianxia a long time ago, and she was still held in Wentai's arms, illuminating her surroundings like a pearl, and always lighting Wentai's smile.

Tata took care of Xinxia, who was less than four years old, when Ye Xinxia was the little princess of the entire Temple of Patnon... but it didn't change long before it appeared.

“I don't know why, lately, some memories from a long time ago have come up, like the seal of memory in my head has been opened, and some images have been seen.” Xinxia said.