Versatile Mage: I have a proficiency panel

Chapter 85 The drama begins

Ashariya has been loved by the whole of Greece since she was born. In the eyes of the Greek people, she is the most holy little angel, all because she is the adopted daughter of the great sage Wentai of the previous generation.

The name Wentai swept the world twenty years ago. He is the only person who can enter and exit the Parthenon Temple, and he is also the only man who serves as the great sage of the Goddess Temple. Everything he does is a bit sensational, and in the eyes of the world, he is like a holy son of a god descending into the world.

Throughout Greece, people also called Wentai the Holy Son. With the passing of the Holy Son Wentai, many people who still respected and loved him placed this feeling on Wentai's adopted daughter Asharuya without reservation. Asharuya is the most noble and holy elf in Greece, and countless people are willing to give everything for her!
She had never accepted any enlightenment from any goddess, let alone appeared in the classroom of the Temple Mother. She had never even thought of being a candidate, but people still pushed her to this height...

But now, Asharuya had to fight for it. Everything was developing according to the script that Bai Jue told her, and she had no choice but to believe it!

Even though Asharuya knew that Bai Jue had plans for the Parthenon, she had no one she could rely on and trust.

Ye Xinxia is Wen Tai's daughter. Regardless of whether she was willing to be judged by darkness or not, Asharuya didn't want anything to happen to her.

I just hope that the foreign aid that Bai Jue mentioned really has the strength to turn the tide...

.........

There was a slight pain in the head, and this pain had lasted for a long time. Ye Xinxia didn't know that her body was so weak. Even though she was already a mage, she still had a feeling of being powerless. This feeling usually appeared not long after waking up.

She opened her eyes and found that she was not on the bed, but in a wheelchair. Ye Xinxia then remembered that she had read too late last night and fell asleep in the wheelchair in a daze.

Suddenly, a pungent smell came in. She suddenly woke up and opened her eyes completely, only to find that she was surrounded by a large group of people. Each of these people stared at her with disbelief, more like looking at monsters. So vigilant!

"The words you said really chilled us." The palace mother sighed.

"You are so vicious! Is life so worthless in your eyes? Are you going to use such means to eliminate all enemies on your way to becoming the goddess?" The great sage Cynthia stared at her and scolded her angrily.

"Sure enough, there is devil's blood flowing in your body!"

Ye Xinxia looked at everyone and found that almost all the high-level officials of the Parthenon were here.

Her eyes were calm, and she didn't know why she could remain calm in the face of this unfounded situation. It was as if the long dream she had had made her a person who could remain expressionless no matter what happened.

She lowered her head and took a look at the smell that hit her nose.

Sure enough, it was the smell of blood.

She saw that her hands, sleeves, and skirt were all stained with bright red blood. A familiar person was lying on the back of her wheelchair. She stared at herself with wide eyes in disbelief. She was already dead, but she was still staring at her.

"I...I killed her?" Ye Xinxia muttered to herself.

For some reason, she felt that she had done it herself. She didn't even know why she did it. She also searched for a little bit of footage of herself doing it herself in her vague memory.

"Can you forget what you have done?" Hailong said angrily.

"Panica?" Ye Xinxia saw the person's face clearly. It was clearly Panica, the most kind and benevolent saint!
Ye Xinxia took a deep breath. She needed some time to understand what was happening before her eyes.

"Pan Nijia spent her life to see through you, and also avoided a catastrophe for our Parthenon!"

“This election has been filled with so many disasters.”

Asharuya was also in the crowd at this moment. She was protected by several Golden Knights, and her eyes were full of complicated emotions when she looked at Ye Xinxia.

Ye Xinxia also raised her head to look at her and asked, "Is this your masterpiece? Thank you so much for considering me as your competitor."

"Just think of it as a nightmare. You'll wake up soon." Asharuya shook her head, and Ye Xinxia was puzzled by what she said.

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Parthenon Judgment Hall

There was a round table and thirteen chairs; there was nothing else in this completely enclosed meeting room guarded by soldiers.

Thirteen judges from different countries sat on chairs. In front of them was a stack of submissions and a stack of evidence.

Yesterday, they had already held a face-to-face court hearing in the Saint Maiden Hall. They also listened to Ye Xinxia's statement, and of course, they heard more of the angry accusations from the Great Sage Merola.

Even the Palace Mother who had always supported Xinxia did not say a word for her during the court hearing. After all, she had witnessed Xinxia killing Saint Pannica and had also witnessed Xinxia's blood being able to melt into the Saran Bloodstone.

The face-to-face court session has ended, and now it is a closed-door meeting. The thirteen judges will make the final judgment on this incident. Once the guilt stone results come out, if there are more white stones than black stones, it means that the Holy Court has determined that there are loopholes in the accusation against Saran, and it cannot be fully proved that Xinxia is Saran. Xinxia will also be demoted to the Kyushu Trial Council for disposal.

If there are more black stones than white stones, the case will be found guilty, Xinxia will be sentenced as Saran, and the Holy Court will personally execute the case.

"The evidence submitted by Jiuzhou has already shown that Saran died in the ancient capital disaster. The bishop's blood stone is here. Why don't you believe it?"

"It's obvious that she is innocent. Even if we put aside the previous discussion, how could Saran be a girl in her early twenties? Moreover, from all her information, she is an excellent magic student, that's all."

"As for the fact that her blood can light up the Salan Bloodstone, I think there may be some possibility in this world that allows another person's blood to blend with this special identity bloodstone." said the old wizard Reina from St. Paul's Cathedral.

"Reina, I think you are becoming more and more soft-hearted as you get older. The evidence is already sufficient, so why bother making more excuses? My stone will not change."

"Bloodstone is just like Sinstone. It will never lie, and it is even more impossible for it to impersonate someone else. She is Saran. Age doesn't mean anything at all. As far as I know, the new Cardinal Leng Jue of the Black Church is a young man with an extremely high IQ!" said Judge Dulank who came from the Parthenon.

"As for the evidence submitted by Jiuzhou, how do you know that Saran didn't deliberately leave the bloodstone behind in order to fake his death and lower our guard? There are too many possibilities for manipulation."

"More importantly, Saran is just a code name. It can be divided into the first generation Saran, the second generation Saran, and the third generation Saran. After inheriting the title, each generation of Saran will select a successor. Even if the previous Saran died in the ancient capital catastrophe, how can you be sure that Ye Xinxia is not her successor?"

There were not too many arguments during the entire closed-door meeting. It was obvious that the vast majority of judges believed that the Bloodstone was the most powerful evidence. If even the Bloodstone could not identify the identity of the Black Church, then the Sin Stone of their Holy Inquisition would be equally ridiculous.

After all judges take office, their blood will be dripped on the blood stones, which is regarded as branding their own blood seals. Then all blood stones will be kept by the priests. Only in closed meetings, the priests will identify each person's corresponding identity. The sin stone is taken out, and a vote of guilt or innocence is made.

They firmly believed that the Sin Stone could not be faked and was completely tied to the identity of each judge, so they also believed that the Blood Stone of the Black Church was the thing that could best prove the identity of the Black Church's high-ranking officials.

As for why the girl didn't look like a Saran at all, the reasons had been laid out, and the forgetfulness bug had also been confirmed. Now the only thing left was for the girl to admit that she was a Saran herself.

But because of the existence of the forget-worm, she herself didn't know that she had Saran's memories and personality, so this admission was meaningless. Besides, which criminal would admit that he was a criminal?

…………Of course Mo Fan knew about Ye Xinxia's big deal. His beloved Saran had died in the ancient capital, and the Parthenon actually said that Xinxia was Saran? This is bullshit!

Even white can be said to be black. This Parthenon is really not a good thing!

After re-entering Greece and entering the Acropolis of Athens, Mo Fan went straight to the Parthenon.

A slight delay in the season has resulted in the real blooming period in the past few days. At a glance, the sacred mountain in full bloom is like a scroll, as beautiful as the human world.

The flying flowers and catkins floated into the Acropolis, high-rise buildings and streets, and the whole city was filled with fragrance.

Mo Fan raised his head, looking through the honey-tea-colored petals and emerald-blue leaves at the most sacred and serene Goddess Temple on the Parthenon Mountain. He recalled what Xinxia had said, that she would leave here immediately after the election...

"Mo Fan!" A voice sounded from the side.

Mo Fan looked over and saw Pang Lai, Han Ji and Zhu Meng. They seemed to have been waiting for him here for a long time.

Zhu Meng, who still had a full beard, walked over with a serious expression, looked at Mo Fan with a firm gaze and said, "Have you thought about it?"

"There is no need to think about this matter," Mo Fan said.

"We can't help you." Han Ji said.

If Mo Fan really encounters a huge crisis, the three of them will naturally try their best to help, including Tang Zhong. With their strength, they can solve any difficulty.

But this time, they were really powerless. The power of the Holy Court could not be easily challenged by wizards from any country. Once these people, representing the Kyushu Court, the Magic Association, and Kyushu parliamentarians, took action to disrupt this Holy Court, it would definitely cause greater disasters.

"We will follow you, and the only thing we can do is save you from the hands of Parthenon and the people of the Holy Inquisition when you encounter a crisis." Zhu Meng said in a calm voice.

Obviously, Tang Zhong had informed them in advance, or rather, they had long guessed that Mo Fan would come to the Parthenon after knowing this.

They couldn't help Mo Fan fight against the Parthenon and the Holy Court, and all they could do was to try their best to save Mo Fan's life.

Both the Parthenon and the Holy Court have the power to execute rebels directly, and Mo Fan will soon challenge their authority.

"Did Xi Yu throw a white stone?" Zhu Meng asked.

"I don't know yet." Pang Lai said in a calm voice.

"He doesn't pay attention to the senator's hint, right?" Zhu Meng sneered.

Mo Fan knew that they were waiting here specifically for him, and he felt a little more grateful.

He knew that this matter was of great importance, and the fact that they were willing to stand up and protect him was the greatest act of friendship.

“Then I’ll go up the mountain.” Mo Fan thanked them and said.

"Wait a while and see the news from the old priest." Pang Lai said.

"Old priest?"

"It's the old man from your hunting lodge." Pang Lai said.

Mo Fan opened his mouth, his face full of surprise.

Old Man Bao turned out to be an old priest of the Holy Court. The priest was the highest-ranking member of the Holy Court and was responsible for supervising the Thirteen Judges.

The judge of the Holy Inquisition is the person who holds the Sin Stone in his hand. The other thirteen priests, including the Grand Judge, will judge some people who are in high positions and have amazing cultivation. Although the position of the priest does not participate in any judgment, it is responsible for supervising the behavior of the thirteen judges. If there is favoritism, execution is allowed.

The status of the Judge of the Holy Court is already high enough, and the priest is naturally more transcendent. Mo Fan knew that Old Man Bao should be a big shot before he retired, but he never thought that he would be such a big shot!
.........

Finally, the door of the closed-door meeting was opened by two Holy Inquisition Mages. The Holy Inquisition Mages had an extraordinary status and were responsible for the executions. Once the charges were determined, they even had the power to execute on the spot.

Every Holy Inquisition Mage is a super level, this is the most terrifying thing!
Old Man Bao was waiting outside the door. As a priest of the previous generation, he still had the same status, but he could not enter the closed-door meeting. He could only wait for the result outside the door. Of course, he could also rely on his influence to learn the result of the Holy Judgment in advance from the conversation between the thirteen judges.

"I tried my best, old friend." Reina sighed softly and patted Old Man Bao on the shoulder.

He didn't know why these people could still insist that Ye Xinxia was Saran even though the evidence was right in front of them, and their rebuttal even made some sense...

Rather than let the innocent go, they would rather kill the innocent. This is what this group of Holy Judge mages have always done.

Old man Bao’s surname is not actually Bao. After he retired, he changed his name and opened the Qingtian Hunting House, and took the surname Bao. His real name is Song Qiming.

Song Qiming looked at the other judges again and they gave the same answer.

Song Qiming knew that the charges were probably true.

"What a rare guest! If I remember correctly, you haven't been involved in any affairs of the Holy Court for at least ten years, right?" Chief Judge Dulank said with a smile when he saw Old Man Bao Song Qiming.

"I have nothing to say to you. Your end will be the same as Essendel's!" Old Man Bao said coldly. He didn't say anything more to the High Judge Durank and turned around and left.

Chief Judge Dulank's face darkened and he stared at Old Man Bao.

Old Man Bao naturally knew the result, so what he would do next would probably be the same as Zhu Meng, Han Ji, Pang Lai and the others.

However, with the huge Parthenon and the power of the Holy Court, they could not guarantee that they could protect Mo Fan with just four people!
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"What a big show..." Bai Jue stood blatantly in the Temple of the Goddess, taking in everything in the Parthenon, but no one could detect his presence.

This incarnation of his has transcended the category of an ordinary emperor and reached the level of a mid-level emperor. He can be called a master and is truly invincible in the world!

It must be said that the shamelessness of the Holy Court was beyond his expectations. Saran was already dead, but Ye Xinxia could still be forced to become Saran. The Dark Judgment was inevitable.

However, this is exactly what Bai Jue wants. He will take action when the judgment begins and the drama reaches its climax, judge the Pope of the Black Church in public, and take away the Parthenon Soul!
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