Versatile Mage

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Waking up slowly, there was no familiar bird screaming in the mountains outside the house.

Open your eyes, the mountain forest is still covered in cloudy darkness, sparse stars dotted over the mountain line, blurred, far away.

It's not even dawn yet.

Ye Xinxia closed her eyes again.

But unlike in the past, she didn't sleep in a deep sleep, she just thought very clearly, as if she could paint a tiny picture in her mind, so small that even the texture on those columns could be seen...

One pot after another shows a white flame, one red figure after another, and a man dressed in a long white robe, the beard spreads, through a bit of majesty!

Sitting in the middle of all the white firepots, there was a woman talking to the people in the white robe, and she couldn't hear what was being said. All she knew was that everyone knelt down at the end and cheered, like the time was coming for them!

Ye Xinxia opened his eyes violently.

The sky is slightly bright with familiar bird sounds coming from the ears, Ye Hai Bi Blue, Yunshan Red.

Have you dreamed?

Again, whether the scene appeared in front of me, or the scene I conceived out of my own mind, Ye Xinxia is now unclear.

Pick up the pen.

Ye Xinxia did not completely disappear from her mind while dreaming, and she quickly drew some graphics.

“Fenxiao, help me find out if these graphics represent anything.” Ye Xinxia rolled up his painted paper and handed it to Fenxia.

“Well, before you get to work today, have a cup of this special Kamiyama flower tea.” Fenn mourned.

“I've been sleeping well lately.” Xinxia naturally knows the special effects of this Kamiyama tea.

“Really, that's good. Last night you fell asleep on the other side of the ocean. I thought you didn't sleep well.” Fenn mourned.

Ye Xinxia took a look at the mountain and another look at the sea.

These are two different directions, with long sleeping quarters and beds almost extending outside the mountain base.

This has always been the case at the Temple of Patnon, and it is extremely luxurious.

If you're sad, let Ye Xinxia get into contemplation.

Beds are big and big, but summer is usually the only place she sleeps because her legs are inconvenient and she rarely gets used to turning upside down when she sleeps from childhood to age.

“Lately I woke up and saw mountains.” Ye Xinxia suddenly spoke to himself.

“Haha, you don't seem to sleep honestly, I always sleep from one side of my bed to the other, but Your Highness is also amazing, you need to turn over a few beds this size to get to this end.” Fen mocked Ye Xinxia's sleep.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Xinxia still served a warm cup of God-stamped mountain tea and took a small sip.

Probably had trouble sleeping lately.

“Your Highness, your white dress and black robe are ready. Would you like to take a look?” Fen mourned and asked.

“No need. ”

“I really look forward to seeing you in a white dress. It must be particularly beautiful. The temperament that emanates from you is like the owner of a white dress born, like the goddess we worship in Greece, a symbol of wisdom and peace.” Fenn mourned.

White skirt.

This became almost a nickname for goddesses in Greece.

Few people in Greece would wear long white skirts, as if they had become a form of respect.

On the Fenghua Festival, all Patnon Temple personnel will wear black robes and skirts, and only the last elected goddess will wear a sacred white dress, which will stand out!

And this culture of the Temple of Patnon permeates the lives of the Greeks, especially the city of Athens.

On election days, all citizens, including those who arrived deliberately, would wear black that blended into the atmosphere, and you could imagine that image, the olive branches and jasmine blossoms all over the city, the spectacular and brilliant black crowd, the elegant white lady in the long dress, step by step, climbing to the altar of the goddess.

The white figure of the world's independence is the crowning of much more glory than any other, and it inspires the perfect symbol of the countless peoples of a nation!!

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With election day, the flowers of the city of Athens have already filled.

A city, like a perfect garden, the corners of the tall buildings seem to have been soothed by these beautiful branches and flowers, clearly walking in a modern city, but as if traveling to an ancient mythical kingdom with flowers as its walls and petals as its streets.

Black robes and black skirts are gradually appearing in people's eyes. Black is also a very broad definition, not to mention the fact that Mediterranean clothing books vary, even in black. Shiny and smooth leather coats and dark interlaced black stripes are moments when everyone presents their unique side.

As for the styles, they are quite varied.

Black robes and skirts are just a common denominator, and only the personnel of the Patnon Temple will follow the clothing rules of robes and skirts very strictly. Citizens and tourists don't care as long as the colors are generally correct.

Of course, there are also young people who want to show off their personality in reverse, wearing whatever color they like.

But the vast majority of these people will be “excluded” from the electoral scene by the black crowd and the faithful themselves. Today's black robes and black skirts are a culture and custom that people consciously cultivate. There are no legal provisions, no explicit prohibitions, and if you don't like them, you don't have to do what you have to do.

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“Speaking of which, did I insist on not choosing black?” On the city road in Athens, a tourist suddenly asked about the guide.

“This is your choice, but I have to remind you that there are a lot of crazy people in Athens who bring black spray or even black pigment, but there is a good chance that anyone who shows up on the main street without black will be forced to spray black.” The guide whispered to the tourist.

“Huh? Are those lunatics out of their mind? ”

“It is true that many of them are mentally retarded, regardless of their detention. ”

“Well, I'll wear black honestly. ”

“By the way, where do you get so many flowers, it feels like the city is about to be filled, is it transported from all Greek states? ”

“I suppose so. Flowers are the least of them. How can they be called the Festival of Flowers? ”

More flowers, that particular fragrance completely immersed in those buildings, each street sign and one street lamp drooling at least three flower chains, not to mention the laurels that were planted in the city.

These gui branches seem to have been enchanted, swept apart, shielded from reinforced cement, swimming in the streets but seemingly inadvertently breaking into a mythical Greek garden dream...