Versatile Mage

“Please support us Ye Xinxia Goddess, she will do better than Yi Zhiyao.” The young Athenian with the tattoo kept passing the olive branches to those around him, revealing a gentle and polite smile, and he would still say a few thanks, even if others did not want to.

Soon, several friends of the young tattoo also joined in the transmission of olive branches, which conveyed these delicate and elegant messages and a common philosophy.

No country needs peace and tranquillity, and no one is willing to endless suffering.

“Give me a hand.” Mojiaxing decisively joined the olive branches of these young people.

“Ha ha, uncle, let me draw you a face!” One of the men also had a paint pen on his body and did not hesitate to paint a small olive leaf on Mo's face.

“Uncle looks very energetic, not as dead as some old antiques.” The young tattooer grinned.

“We cannot afford to lose to the supporters of Ishisa!” The street painter waved the paint pen in his hand and said in an exhilarating manner.

“Hey, you're also supporters of olive blossoms!” At this point, a small group next to them came together and saw a very distinctive “tattoo” on their bodies!

“Yeah, come on, let's show the others how big our olive blossom convoy is. ”

“Paint this, too. ”

“I brought stickers. ”

“No sincerity, come on, paint on my chest muscle, paint next to my heart...”

Mo Jiaxing followed the group of young people and felt the Greek share of enthusiasm, they were easily infected by the surrounding atmosphere, and maintained their sensibilities and abilities, expressing themselves.

A time of improvisational dance, a little bit of growing chorus, neat slogans of support, and a large swath of flower curtain branches that have been lifted by the wind, such as the bride's veil.

……

Her mother, Pamise, stood still in the city's election square with a smile on her face.

It's been a long time since I've seen such a passionate city of Athens, which is probably the very foundation of the Temple of Parthenon, and it's just perfect for the people of Athens to decide this election.

The two Virgin Ladies stood beside the Mother, and by now no words of redundancy had any meaning. All we had to do was to keep a quiet eye on these citizens...

“Complete your words of prayer, please let go and let your faith fly to the gods, our Greek clouds!” The royal mother's voice sounded again.

The people carried flowers and gradually fulfilled their prayers.

Hundreds of thousands of flowers, holy as white snow ripples on the Alps, slowly dancing in the festive atmosphere of the Patriarchate of Athens, petals and flowers wrapped around, fragrances overflowing, as well as people's eyes, like inverted stars, flowers and rain flying to the clouds of prayer, the glow of the clouds of prayer bathing on everyone's shoulders...

The words of prayer are completed successively in this period of time, and this time backflow of flowers gives everyone a stunning picture. Theism has always been a faint concept in the world's heart. Everyone's prayers are invisible, but this time, people can look at their prayers like this, and watch the flowers that represent their beliefs float to the gods, chosen, recognized, cared for...

The future of the Temple of Patnon is up to them.

This is better than an election filled with all the copper smells...

Whoever becomes a goddess today, the Temple of Patnon has moved away from obsolete ideas and is making progress.

……

“Let's take a look at a rough result and ask the citizens who have not yet completed their prayers to do so as soon as possible. The prayer time will be over in three minutes, without which they will be deemed to have abstained.” The mother-in-law spoke to everyone.

The mother-in-law slowly turned around and wanted to see the results on the two statues.

On one side is the olive branch, and every 10,000 prayers goes together.

Her Highness's gaze was first at Ye Xinxia, where she would count in detail the total number of olive branches in public sight.

Soon, however, her mother Pamise frowned and looked at the wrist position of the Ye Xin Xia statue...

Not a single olive branch!

How is that possible?

Is it true that the city of Athens is full of supporters of Yi Xinxia, not even 10,000 supporters??

But just now, when the rain was flying, my mother Pamise saw a lot of olive blossoms, definitely more than 10,000!

Her mother, Pamise, couldn't help but look at the statue of the veil. Her neck was a wreath, and how many Jasmine millennia flowers blossomed was actually obvious.

However, the scene in front of her allowed her to stay here again!

Not one!

Hasn't anyone ever supported Ishisa???

What's going on?

Not long ago, hundreds of thousands of jasmine and olive blossoms were interwoven into the most beautiful rain of flowers. Over this ancient quiet city of Athens, they flew to the cloud of prayer...

Why didn't the two daughters add a half leaf?

Is there something wrong with this magic?

But how can magic go wrong, everything follows the rules of eternity of magic!

“Mother, is the result not yet born, why does neither of the Virgin seem to have received prayer support?” Presbyterian Justice Moore lowered his voice and asked.

People's eyes have slowly shifted away from the veil of the sprawling city, and they look at the statues of the two Virgins and want to know the final results of the election.

“Is it a delay? ”

“Seems like not a single one. ”

They may feel that prayer spells have not really worked and need to wait patiently.

But those who truly know the law of prayer know that every prayer that is founded is reflected in the results of the prayer at the first moment, that is, once 10,000 prayers have been reached, a sacred branch and a thousand flowers will surely be born.

Nothing happened.

This is completely out of common sense!

Ye Xinxia and Yi Zhiyao's gaze also fell on the mother-in-law.

The mother-in-law was equally confused.

She couldn't figure it out either.

Is it the wrong way to pray for yourself??

But the Mother thought and tested, and this way of prayer is founded.

“Probably something went wrong at some point.” Parmigiano replied.

She started walking and using a smile to show people not to worry.

As the wind rose, more than a few olive and jasmine flowers floated to the altar, and Mother Pam's subconscious hands grabbed the flowers and placed them at the tip of her nose to smell them.

The behavior of her mother, Pamise, makes you all more confused. Many people also learn to look like her, smell these flowers carefully, and then seriously observe them.

“This is not jasmine and olive blossom!! ”

Suddenly, one of the men in the crowd shouted.

The mother-in-law had also noticed something, and it happened that the man reminded her that she was awake!!

These flowers, there are problems!!