There was no such burial method in Greece. She had never even heard of someone using the soil where their family members were buried to nourish a seed …
However, Iza felt that this method was quite good. It was better than finding a random place to bury all the people who were killed. She would never be able to get close to the area within a one-kilometer radius for the rest of her life.
Iza found a fruit. There were fragrant fruit trees everywhere on the Mountain of the Goddess. The maidens would pick them regularly, wash them, and send them to the Saint's Hall.
"A pear?"
"Yes, a pear." Iza handed the pear to the middle-aged man.
"You can eat it. Just give me the seed …" The middle-aged man glanced at Iza and felt that the woman was a little stupid.
Iza hesitated for a moment.
She was indeed a little hungry. She had not eaten anything since the public speech in the morning until dusk.
"I'm going to pour it." The middle-aged man opened the jar.
Iza nodded and began to eat the pear.
"Huh, why are there so many of them? I thought they were your family members. It turns out to be a large pet. Is it a griffin? I seem to have seen people here riding griffins." The middle-aged man immediately made a deduction when he saw the pile of ashes.
Iza only took a few small bites, but she could not swallow it immediately.
Forget it. There was no need to care so much about a person who did not belong to the group. There was also no need to tell him too much.
"Yes, a griffin. It's a very large one," Iza said.
After scattering the ashes into the pit, the middle-aged man walked to the spring and washed his hands.
Iza wanted to stop him. After all, the spring was not used for washing hands. However, the middle-aged man had already put his hands into the water. She pretended not to see it.
After finishing the pear, Iza walked to the pit filled with ashes and threw the seed into it.
"Sigh, why should I wash my hands?" The middle-aged man walked up helplessly. He picked up the soil on the ground and added it to the pit. Once again, he dirtied his hands.
Iza smiled.
The middle-aged man went to the spring and washed his hands. After that, he waved goodbye to Iza.
Iza stared at the small mound. The middle-aged man's advice lingered in her ears. "Don't use magic. I know a magic that can make trees grow faster. Don't use magic at this time. Let it grow naturally."
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When it was late at night and she looked up at the mysterious starry sky, she could not help but fall into endless memories.
Ye Xinxia remembered that when she was studying, her classmates would always be anxious when it came to exams. However, Xinxia had never felt that way. She had never let her guard down..
She had been in Parthenon for many years. Just like in the past, she had never let her guard down. She knew that working in Parthenon was not like studying magic. She could spend time to make up for the chapters she missed. If she did not understand something, she could ask others. Many of her decisions and intentions were related to the whole of Parthenon, related to Greece, and even related to many areas that needed help from Parthenon.
She needed to take on more responsibilities. The thing that she wanted Xinxia to give up the most was that when the blessed rain could only sprinkle on a piece of land, the disease in another area would quickly spread to the entire town.
The survivors of this town would eventually question her on some occasion. Why did she choose to let them be tortured to death by the disease?
Did Parthenon have its own preferences?
Were they only willing to save people who could bring them benefits? Or rich areas that could be supported with large amounts of money?
Over the years, she had witnessed too many deaths with her own eyes. She had thought that the suffering in Bo City would be the most shocking death she had ever witnessed in her life, but to her surprise, it was only the beginning. At the Parthenon Temple, she had witnessed similar things happening all over the world almost every month.
The soul had granted Ye Xinxia the Spell of Resurrection.
However, the Spell of Resurrection could only save one person. Thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people would all die.
Diseases, plagues, curses, darkness, war, demon, natural disasters …
Parthenon was still insignificant in the face of the frequent outbreaks of cholera.
Besides, the main purpose of Parthenon was no longer to resolve the suffering. Everyone's attention was focused on the election of the next Parthenon. They were all trying their best to establish a relationship with the Parthenon.
Ye Xinxia kept telling herself.
She could not forget her original intention.
However, there was a very real problem in front of her. It forced her to concentrate the power on herself like the previous Parthenons and seize the position of Parthenon at all costs.
If she wanted to carry out her original intention, she had to change the whole Parthenon and let Parthenon return to its original purpose.
But how could she change Parthenon??
The only way was to be the Parthenon herself.
In a situation where she could not even survive, her original intention could not remain unchanged. Unless her original intention coincided with Iza's.
Only by letting go of her original intention and seizing the supreme divine power could she truly not forget her original intention.
Besides, there was a more important reason in front of Xinxia. She could not lose to Iza no matter what!
The Black Stone.
The Parthenon had a Black Stone.
The Wheel of Fate had turned back to its original position. Xinxia could not let the tragedy repeat itself!
"Your Highness, the Hall of Knights is completely under our control. There is no possibility of them betraying us. There are two High Priests in the Hall of Faith who will support you unconditionally. I'm afraid the Hall of Judgment is still under Iza's control, "Old Lady Tata said in a low voice.
"The internal situation is very clear," Xinxia said.
"The Hall of Judgment has a close relationship with the Sacred City. What we are most worried about now is the Sacred City's interference. The Quasi-Priest you asked me to drive away asked me to tell you that the Sacred City will not support you at all. They will support Iza, "Tata said.
"I understand," Xinxia nodded.
"Why aren't you worried at all? The Sacred City's votes are very important. If they all support Iza, you have no chance of winning … If you really can't do it, you can just agree to their conditions. After all, that person has no hope. Everyone in the Sacred City wants him dead. Your decision won't affect his final decision. Why don't you make a wiser choice? That way, you will be able to secure the position of Parthenon," Tata said anxiously.
Xinxia stared at Tata, her eyes emotionless.
Tata was startled. She did not dare to say a word.
"Don't say such things again. I've already encountered the same thing when I was very young. I couldn't do anything back then … "Xinxia said to Tata in a gentler tone.
"Ah? You still remember? "Tata asked in surprise.
Tata had met Xinxia a long time ago. She was still in Wen Tai's arms at that time. She was like a bright pearl that lit up the surroundings. Wen Tai's smile was always on her face.
Tata was taking care of Xinxia when she was less than four years old. At that time, Ye Xinxia was the little princess of Parthenon … but something happened not long after.
"I don't know why, but some of the memories from a long time ago have come back to me. It feels like a seal in my mind has been broken. Some of the images are still vivid in my mind," Xinxia said.
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