Chapter 3116
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In the sky above Athens, a red spot appeared in the lake-like blue sky.
The red spot grew bigger as it approached the sky above Athens. The creatures on the rooftops of the skyscrapers could sense a huge shadow looming over a large area.
It was a Red Dragon. It flapped its wings and glided over the skyscrapers of Athens. Then it stirred up a gust of wind as it flew towards the Godly Mountain of Parthenon.
"It looks like Madam Roo's … Red Dragon!"
"How can she fly freely above our city? Moreover, she's a dangerous Huge Dragon," a few Mages of Athens were puzzled.
"Her Red Dragon has a green certificate issued by the Saint Petersburg Cathedral. The Red Dragon can fly freely in the skies of Europe. It's Madam Roo's luxurious private jet."
"Why did she come to the Godly Mountain?"
"The Victorians often visit Greece. It's not the first time the media reported the close relationship between the Saintess and Grand Duke Irene."
"The Victorians should be supporting Ye Xinxia, right?"
"Probably, but Madam Roo is Irene's stepmother. She also has the right to inherit Victoria City. So it depends on Madam Roo's attitude. If she supports Izisha, the votes of Victoria City and most of the ancient aristocratic families will be tied."
As the election approached, everyone was talking about the two statues of the Saintesses in Athens. Many Greek restaurants even divided their menus to increase the popularity of the election.
Madam Roo was an important figure in the election. To a certain extent, she represented the votes of the British side.
Therefore, her high-profile appearance caused the city of Athens to immediately fall into a vicious circle of "in-depth discussions".
What secret election …
The relationship between a certain someone and the two Saintesses?
Shocking. The Saintess had been decided. The inside story was shocking.
Everyone liked to play the game of catching others' attention.
The influence of the election of the Saintess was more exaggerated than the World Cup.
The World Cup was a carnival for men, but the election of the Saintess was an important "event" that both men and women paid attention to.
For a whole month, before the day of the election, Athens would be filled with Parthenon believers from all over the world. All kinds of traditional ceremonies and trendy activities would be held around the election, making the whole of Athens extra special.
Therefore, this month was also the best time for tourists from all over the world to visit Athens. They could see the tranquil and elegant city of Athens, which was unprecedentedly luxurious and breathtaking …
The flowers were blooming under the nourishment of the abundant rain last month. Trucks of fresh olive flowers were transported from all over Greece to decorate every corner of the city. Even if one's eyes accidentally stopped at a small corner, one could still see the pure and beautiful flowers like a young girl.
A Greece without a goddess was ultimately soulless.
Greece had been without the guidance of a goddess for too many years, and the signs of decline were very obvious.
Now, it was finally about to open.
The ultimate leader of Parthenon, the one with the god-like resurrection magic, she would soon descend!
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The street lamps were decorated with flower necklaces. Even in the dead of night, these flower necklaces were still glowing with a bright but not dazzling luster. Walking on the streets of Athens, many times, one would feel as if they had accidentally walked into a grand wedding of a European noble. Not only were they intoxicated by it, but every turn would also bring a fresh and breathtaking feeling.
Great Muse Pelina was currently walking away from the "dreamy" streets. She was wearing a light gray hoodie, with the hood covering her hair and part of her forehead. She was like a jogger who was not willing to be noticed. She was quietly enjoying her own rhythm and her own music in the city …
She had taken off her luxurious robe and blended perfectly into the dark corners of the city. The place was away from the city, away from the sacred mountain of the Parthenon Temple. The light was nowhere to be seen. The government was not willing to pay any attention to it, and the tourists were not interested in it, either. The sparse decorations indicated that they were having a festival, too.
Pelina was jogging. Her even breathing was extraordinarily clear on the quiet, dirty path.
When her figure slowly passed through a messy dust-proof forest, a pair of greedy eyes suddenly lit up between the pitch-black tree trunks. The pupils of the eyes followed the graceful figure in the gray sweater.
Pelina continued to jog down a more secluded path. The eyes disappeared for a moment before they reappeared through the window of a run-down hut beside Pelina. They were still greedily admiring her graceful figure.
There was no one around. It was so quiet that even the sound of a stray cat rummaging through a trash can could not be heard.
When Pelina jogged to a blind spot surrounded by a rundown house, the pair of eyes abruptly appeared in front of her!
With the help of the faint moonlight, she could see a skinny figure, like an anorexic. He was as thin as a stick, but his eyes were brimming with energy, as if he could strip a person clean with his gaze.
"What's the matter?" Pelina stopped and looked at the man with strange eyes.
"I've contracted a disease. It's unbearable," the man with strange eyes said.
"I'm not a doctor. You can go to the hospital," Pelina replied.
"As long as it's a beautiful and mature woman like you, you can cure my disease. As gratitude, after you make me happy, I can make a beautiful jar out of your skin and bones. My craftsmanship is considered a treasure in the vaults of some of the world's richest people. Isn't that the wish of every woman? "the man with strange eyes said sincerely.
"Have you made a lot of jars like this recently? I can see your hands are shaking. Is it because you're too tired?" Pelina asked.
The man with strange eyes was surprised to hear this.
Under normal circumstances, a beautiful night jogger should be scared. She should back away with a pale face and run faster while calling for help on the deserted street. He could chase after her while enjoying the beautiful atmosphere.
"I've indeed made a lot of jars. A big client has provided me with a lot of perfect materials," the man with strange eyes still answered.
"Oh, then I've found the right person." Pelina took off her hood, revealing her proud forehead with the mark of sanction and her noble brown-blonde hair!
"You … you're the Lady of Resurrection, Pelina!" the man with strange eyes trembled in shock.
"Who gave you the materials to make forty jars of ashes?" Pelina walked up to the man with strange eyes.
"I hunted, I hunted by myself …" The man with the strange pupils retreated step by step, a look of panic on his face.
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