Versatile Mage

“The goddess has arrived! ”

I don't know who the wise woman said, for a while, the whole of the people on the ceremonial platform who were chatting and discussing calmed down, and everyone's eyes fell on the hall of Lizan Mountain.

The first thing that goes into the curtain is the dark hair...

Each strand of hair is braided as unique as a flower sequence, and as they drop as smoothly as silk on the shoulders of snow and white, the beats swoop with each other as the solemn and noble steps…

Slowly dragging the tail of the cloud skirt onto the carpet filled with olive blossoms, the Pokémon of the Wind wrapped around this beautifully long figure, dancing with a leaf flap...

One eye over all the stunning scenery of Santorini, and you can feel the infinite tenderness of the owner of those eyes by carefully understanding the emotions hidden in them...

It has to be acknowledged that the newly elected goddess is a perfect image and temperament in keeping with the inheritance of the Temple of Patnon.

It's not that she has the appearance of an inclined city, but that she displays the feminine tenderness and beauty, like the same poem that never endures to understand the meaning, attracting not only the gorgeous rhetorical algae, but also her soul, all blended with that aesthetic poem.

The Virgin and the Goddess are distinct from each other, but in people's eyes, the young candidate for the Goddess has undergone a transformation of the bone, not knowing whether it is the psychological role or the baptism of the divine soul.

Ye Xinxia is completely different from the past. Even the smile on her face is no longer as pure as it was in the past. It is more like polite maintenance. The smile has more meaning, making it unclear.

People will change eventually.

Ye Xinxia felt it when she faced the mirror. The person in the mirror was judged by two people when she first entered the temple.

If it were in the past, people's attention would be a little nervous for Ye Xinxia. After all, many times she was pushed to the stage by the mother-in-law and the elderly temple who had little experience and psychological preparation.

This time it is so grand and so much more the focus of the world that there is little wave in her heart when she can walk, when she keeps smiling, when her eyes are divine and slightly distracted.

Every step is smooth.

Although every week the Virgin needs to learn etiquette and decency, this does not mean that it can be equally true when standing before the world.

Not to mention Ye Xinxia sat in a wheelchair for a long time, and she didn't really “walk” to the stage a few times herself.

Without the waves, it means no joy, no nervousness, no pride to be proud of, clearly the last winner of this struggle, countless attention, countless cheers for themselves, countless envies and compliments, but Ye Xinxia began to grieve.

The more blossoming, the darker and paler the heart is.

The more bright the lamp weaves, the less able it is to suppress that mania and pain in the chest.

“Ye Xinxia, do you have any instructions from the gods in your heart that can be conveyed to the lost world?” The High Priest Judicial Almighty took out the Temple of Patnon's Sacred Scriptures and asked Ye Xinxia, who had gone to the altar of the goddess.

“No,” replied Ye Xinxia.

Her reply promptly aroused suspicion, including that of the high priest Justice Almei, who was stunned.

Didn't the goddess prepare the manuscript?

This is a message to the world's faithful. Not a word?

“Ye Xinxia, will you strictly abide by the will of the Temple of Patnon during your succession?” Grand Priest J.M. doesn't care about the previous process either. Ask the next sentence directly.

“So far I have not contradicted it.” Ye Xinxia replied.

Farmer frowned again, including all the priests of the Hall of Faith.

Was the goddess so busy yesterday that she didn't have time to back the draft this morning?

Even if there are no backdrafts, with so many years of experience with the Virgin, some inspiring words should be made at such an important moment. This answer cannot be considered a problem, it is just a bit missing...

“Ye Xinxia, swear by your soul to treat everyone who believes in the Temple of Patnon. ”

“Ye Xinxia, swear by your soul that when you become a goddess, you will do everything in your power to bring peace and tranquillity to the world, without a drop of blood and without any suffering. ”

“Ye Xinxia, swear by your soul that you will remain faithful to the Temple of Patnon forever! ”

Farmer solemnly reads that each of these guiding declarations gives a divine command, like a giant bell echoing in everyone's mind, and will not disperse for a long time.

“I, Ye Xinxia, swear by my soul. ”

“Becoming a goddess will bring as much peace and tranquillity as possible to the world, without meaning to suffer, without a drop… without a drop… without a drop of blood! ”

Ye Xinxia's throat seemed to have a sharp blade. When she read the second half of this sentence, the pain appeared on her face and the difficulty also appeared in the words.

……

“Huh!!! ”

The voice had just fallen, and the red blood had sprayed out, spraying wildly under Ye Xinxia's feet.

A few bloodstains were stained with pure white skirts, flowered ladders of praise, and painted bright red.

In the front seat, an old man in a tuxedo rolled down his head and sat there, his neck bleeding like a fountain.

People looked at the old man in the tuxedo terribly and incredibly, and many people recognized him, the elder of the Nine Hidden Clans of the Temple of Patnon, who, despite his old powers being exhausted, still had great wisdom and connections.

“Pfft!!!!! ”

Without waiting for everyone to react, in the back of the seat, a man in a black suit with a red inner shirt suddenly stood up. His chest was ripped open and blood sprayed from between his ribs. The guests in the front row were several ladies, and the long hair sprayed with incense was the blood of this black suit man!!

“Pfft ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

Blood flowers are better than fireworks, and all of a sudden, in the thousands of seats in front of the podium, neat blood spills into a bunch of roses of oranges in the middle of the sky, and the intense smell of bloodshed spreads, while fear spreads fast!

In the crowd, the napkin woman got up in shock and her eyes swept sharply at the crowd, obviously locking in those who were responsible for this speedy blood case!

How strong can this killer be to kill so many people in such a short time?

“Your disciple, Your Holiness… the Pope has done it to us!” Masayaki felt a great threat.

“The Pope's men, too, are dead.” Sarang gazed at the man in the black suit with the red lining.

He is the Cardinal of Italy.

When Sarang saw the Italian cardinal before, he was able to feel the uncontrollable joy of his colleague.

Once upon a time, the head of the Black Holy See was able to sit as bright and magnificent as a world leader at an international festival, but the moment he was ripped open and poured into his blood, his face was full of shock and doubt!