Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 497 Extra: An Incestuous Visit to Greece

Mo Fan is hiding himself well in Shanghai, giving off a sense of being a great hermit in the city.

However, Azharia, who was far away in Greece, called, her words conveying a sense of "if you don't come, I'll come over," insisting that he come to Athens.

Mo Fan felt that after such a long period of time, his influence should have declined somewhat, so it was natural for him to take a leisurely trip to Greece.

So, Mo Fan boarded a plane to Athens alone.

Zhao Manyan needs to control the Zhao family's business empire, while Mu Bai has some new insights and is acting as Mu Ningxue's henchman at Fanxue Mountain.

Upon arriving in Greece, the Acropolis in Athens had just experienced its first snowfall, and the entire city was shrouded in a layer of silvery snow.

Mo Fan followed the other tourists out of the airport, showing no trace of the powerful and forbidden magic.

The Parthenon was holding some kind of grand ceremony, and the streets were filled with devotees from the Parthenon, dressed in ice-blue corseted gowns, their bare white feet gently stepping on the snow, leaving clear and delicate footprints.

Mo Fan swore that he absolutely watched it with appreciative eyes.

Mo Fan was engrossed in watching when a barely perceptible ripple suddenly appeared beside him, and a graceful shadow silently emerged like a ghost.

"What? Is our Great God of Law stunned?"

Asha's voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, whispered in Mo Fan's ear, her breath sweet as orchids:
"Should I talk to your good sister Xinxia and ask her to arrange a special girl group for you so you can watch as much as you want?"

Mo Fan chuckled, his expression unchanged and his heart pounding: "Don't talk nonsense. I'm just inspecting the temple's appearance. Besides, Xin Xia definitely trusts me more than you. Your attempts to sow discord won't work!"

"Hmph, full of nonsense."

Asha Ruya gave a soft hum, turned and walked towards a secluded path, gesturing for Mo Fan to follow.

The number of tourists around gradually decreased, and the light became dim.

Mo Fan gazed at the graceful figure swaying in front of him and suddenly murmured:

"Asha'erya, I know you're anxious, and I miss you too... But it's broad daylight, isn't it a bit inappropriate to do this in broad daylight?"

Asha Riya paused, instantly understanding.

She turned around, laughing out loud at his annoyance, her beautiful eyes filled with helplessness and contempt: "What time is it? Can you think of anything else besides dirty jokes?"

"Then why did you sneak me into this deserted grove?" Mo Fan spread his hands innocently. "It's hard not to misunderstand."

Joking aside, Mo Fan dropped his nonchalant demeanor and said seriously, "Alright, there's no one else here. You've gone all the way to Athens, so you should tell me the real reason, right?"

Asha's smile faded, and she sighed softly, "Of course it's for your little sister Xinxia. She's in trouble."

As soon as the words were spoken, the temperature inside the secluded path seemed to plummet to freezing point.

Mo Fan's previously languid eyes narrowed instantly, and a suffocating aura of danger emanated from him. He didn't waste any words, uttering only a single, cold word:

"Who?"

"Don't get so excited. Those corrupt old factions in Athens don't dare to openly show their faces yet. After all, you, the Holy Lord, are still in the limelight, and no one wants to be the first to stick their neck out."

Asha'ruya waved her hand and explained:

"But the problem is that next year is the Titan's Year of Calamity. The Turs family, which has been responsible for fighting the threat of giants, has not yet sworn allegiance to Xinxia."

“If things go wrong in this matter and Athens suffers, those dormant old factions will use this as an excuse to join forces against Xinxia.”

Mo Fan frowned: "Xin Xia is Wen Tai's daughter, a legitimate heir of the temple. Don't they even care about Wen Tai's reputation?"

"Wen Tai?" Asha Ruya smiled sarcastically, as if she had heard a joke.

"Mo Fan, you're too naive. Glory is the epitaph of the dead; the living only care about profit!"

After traversing the winding, forbidden ancient path, the two finally entered the heart of the Parthenon.

As soon as they stepped out of the barrier, they saw three figures dressed in gold and silver armor who had been waiting for them for a long time: Lord Hailong of the Knights Hall, Battle Officer Norman, and former Lord Kendi.

These three important figures, whose mere stomp could shake Greece, were now lined up neatly like welcoming doormen.

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow and teased with a half-smile, "Oh, isn't this Palace Master Hailong? I'm a little flattered by this grand affair."

Hailong's usually serious and rigid face was now covered with a bright smile, his wrinkles almost forming a flower shape, a stark contrast to his previous attitude of wanting to throw Mo Fan off the mountain.

"Not at all, Lord Mo Fan, it's an honor for our Knights' Hall to have you here." Hailong rubbed his hands together, his attitude so humble that it was unsettling.

The three of them escorted Mo Fan toward the grand ceremony palace, making quite a grand entrance.

Norman walked beside Mo Fan, and this tough guy who had once fought alongside him now showed a gentle smile:
"If Her Highness the Goddess knew you were here, she would be overjoyed. She has been talking about you a lot lately."

(End of this chapter)