It was only dusk, but Izisha already felt tired. She got up from the couch and saw a young girl carrying a large jar of something in a hurry.
"Is that the ashes you cleaned?" Iza stopped the girl and asked.
The girl was obviously afraid of Iza. She did not dare to raise her head, nor did she have the courage to speak. She just nodded and hid the wounds on her hands behind her back.
Iza saw it. She walked up to the girl and said, "Give it to me."
The girl nervously handed the jar with all the ashes to Iza.
"Put it down and give me your hand," Iza ordered.
The girl obeyed. When she reached her hand out, she still did not dare to raise her head. She was afraid of being scolded by Iza!
Iza often scolded people, from the Great Sages to the little believers like her.
Suddenly, the little believer felt a trace of warmth coming from the cut on her hand. She sneaked a glance at her hand and was surprised to see Iza's hand covering it. The warm light came from Iza's hand and quickly healed the little believer's wound.
The little believer opened her mouth wide in shock.
Did Iza heal her in person??
It was an honor that many Battle Knights of the Imperial Knight Palace did not even have the chance to receive!
"Is there a place with a good view that's suitable for burying this jar?" Iza pointed at the jar of ashes on the ground and asked.
"There's a quiet place behind the Aier Spring in the east," the little believer was no longer afraid and answered courageously.
"Mmm." Iza nodded. She picked up the jar of ashes on the ground and walked toward the east.
The little believer was confused.
She did not know what Iza was going to do. After all, the news about the urn of ashes two hours ago quickly spread in the Saintess' Hall. The believers who served the members of the Goddess Peak also knew that the urn was the ashes of Iza's relatives, friends, and subordinates.
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The Ai 'er Spring was located in a relatively remote area of the Goddess Peak. The Goddess Peak was very big, and there was still a part of the original forest. When Iza was in charge of the Parthenon, she would often bury some of the Goddess Peak's maids who opposed her in one of the mountains.
In the eyes of the Greeks, the Parthenon Temple was like a sacred residence in the Heavens, a paradise on Earth. However, in Izisha's eyes, it was just a magnificent graveyard where the people who had died in the battle against the Parthenon Temple were buried.
When they arrived at the Ai 'er Spring, Iza saw a person wandering around the Ai' er Spring.
Very few men were allowed to set foot on the Mountain of the Goddess. At least, Izisha had forbidden all men apart from the Hall of Knights from entering the Mountain of the Goddess in the past. However, Ye Xinxia seemed to have changed the rules, making it less strict.
"Sorry, I seem to have lost my way. This place is too big. I lost my way while walking. Miss, do you know how to get to the Saint Lady's Hall?" The middle-aged man looked ordinary. He was dressed plainly. He had a gentle smile on his face, like a very optimistic person.
"Miss?" It was Iza's first time hearing someone call her that.
Besides, this was Greece, the Goddess Peak of Parthenon. How could someone not recognize her?
"It's my first time here. I'm here to visit my daughter. I heard there are a lot of rules here. Please forgive me if I've said something wrong," the middle-aged man scratched his head. His dark brown eyes gave off an innocent feeling.
"Not yet. You can reach the Saint Lady's Hall if you follow the direction I came from. " Iza purposely stared into the man's eyes for a second. As a Psychic Mage, it was difficult for someone without any cultivation to trick her.
"Ah, thank you, the scenery here is amazing. It's my first time seeing such a magical place, but I'm a bit bored. My daughter is very busy, so I don't want to disturb her. I can only walk around on my own. I don't even have anyone to talk to, "the middle-aged man said.
"You do talk a lot," Iza said.
"HAHAHA, indeed, I think so too. If you think I'm too noisy, I don't have to say anything. Why are you holding a jar? Are you here to store the spring water? Do you need my help? "the middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"You can bury it for me. I don't want to dirty my hands." Iza glanced at the soil around her. It was all rotten leaves. She was a little afraid of soil after being cursed.
"No problem, but why are you burying it? Is it filled with pickled vegetables?" the middle-aged man showed his shallow knowledge.
"Bone ashes!" Iza said coldly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know your family had passed away. Your family … why is it so heavy?" The middle-aged man's hand sank when he took the jar.
Iza did not say anything.
The middle-aged man didn't say much. He found a spot near the spring where the soil was relatively dry and quickly dug up the soil.
"It's the same in our hometown. When our loved ones pass away, they are placed in a small box and buried in a place with mountains and rivers. Fallen leaves return to their roots. Actually, you don't have to be too sad. Sometimes, living in this world is like entering a casino. The rules of the casino, the benefits of the casino, and all kinds of things in the casino will attract us. We will constantly bet and gamble for chips. Happiness and sorrow are like throwing dice into a sieve. Every time, we will tell ourselves to pull out and live a peaceful and leisurely life in the countryside. In the end, only when we enter this small jar will we finally return to the mountains and forests …" The middle-aged man said.
He used a tree branch to dig the soft soil. His movements were quick, as if he had done it often.
Iza stood aside and watched calmly.
There were indeed many people that Iza was familiar with. She was only angry at first, but not sad. She did not know why, but when she heard the man's nonsense, there was a ripple in her heart.
Their faces appeared in front of Iza's eyes.
Many of them tried their best to please her. Most of the time, Iza felt disgusted. But when she thought about it carefully, she realized that they might have really placed her in a very important position in their hearts.
"Go and pick a fruit." The middle-aged man's hands were also covered in soil, but he did not mind it.
"Fruit?" Iza did not understand.
"The core of the fruit is the seed. Instead of burying the jar, why don't we scatter the ashes here and put down a seed? There's a spring nearby. Instead of mourning in front of the grave of their loved ones and crying while looking at the cold tombstone, it's better to watch a new sprout grow healthily, bloom and bear fruit, and grow into a towering tree … This way, they won't realize that they've left them. When they're in pain, they can still lie quietly under the tree, as if they're being protected. Their hearts will calm down," the middle-aged man said.
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