"Please support our Goddess Ye Xinxia, she'll do better than Iza." The tattooed young man kept handing out olive branches to the people around him with a gentle smile. Even if the people were unwilling to accept the olive branches, he would still express his gratitude.
Soon, a few of the tattooed young man's friends also joined in the passing of olive branches. They passed on these fragrant and elegant keepsakes, and also passed on a common idea.
Every country needed peace and quiet. No one was willing to suffer endless suffering.
"Give me one," Mo Jiaxing decisively joined the group of young men passing on olive branches.
"HAHA, uncle, let me draw your face!" One of the young men had a paintbrush with him. He drew an olive leaf on Mo Jiaxing's face without hesitation.
"Uncle, you look very energetic, unlike some of the old antiques," the tattooed young man grinned.
"We can't lose to Iza's supporters!" the young street artist said excitedly while waving the paintbrush in his hand.
"Hey, you're supporters of the Olive Flower too!" At this moment, a small group of people came over and saw the distinctive "tattoos" on their bodies!
"Yeah, let's go together, we have to show the others the strength of the Olive Flower Guards!"
"Draw it, draw it too!"
"I brought stickers."
"You're not sincere, come, draw it on my chest, draw it beside my heart …"
Mo Jiaxing followed the group of young men. He could sense the enthusiasm of the Greeks. They were easily influenced by the atmosphere around them. They maintained their rationality and expressed themselves freely.
The impromptu dance, the chorus gradually grew stronger, the chants of support were synchronized, and the curtains of flowers were lifted by the wind. It was as beautiful as a bride's veil.
…
The Hall Mother, Parmese, stood quietly in the Election Square with a smile.
It had been a long time since she had seen the people of Athens so enthusiastic. It was most likely the charm of giving the people power. The City of Athens was the foundation of Parthenon, so it was perfect that the people of Athens would be the ones to decide the election.
The two Saintesses stood on either side of the Hall Mother. It was meaningless for them to say anything. All they needed to do was to observe the citizens in silence …
"Now that you've completed your prayers, please release your hands and let your faith fly to the God, the Sky of Greece!" the Hall Mother's voice was heard again.
People held the flowers in their hands and completed their prayers one after another.
Hundreds of thousands of flowers, as holy as the white snow on the Alps, slowly danced in the festive atmosphere of the Acropolis of Athens. The petals and catkins intertwined, and the fragrance spread everywhere. The eyes of the people watching were like an inverted starry sky. The rain of flowers flew towards the cloud of wishes, and the light of the cloud of wishes bathed everyone's shoulders …
The words of prayers were completed one after another during this period of time, and this rain of flowers that seemed like time was flowing backward gave everyone a stunning picture. Theism had always been an ethereal idea in the hearts of the people, and everyone's prayers were empty and could not be seen. But this time, people could watch their prayers like this, and they could watch the flowers that represented their beliefs float to the God. They were chosen, recognized, and cared for …
The people of Parthenon would decide the future of the people of Parthenon.
It was better than the election that was filled with the stench of money …
Regardless of who was going to be the Saintess today, Parthenon had already gotten rid of its old mindset. It was improving!
…
"Let's take a look at the general outcome. Those who have yet to complete their prayers, please do so as soon as possible. The time limit will end in three minutes. Those who have yet to complete their prayers will be considered to have given up," the Hall Mother said to the people.
The Hall Mother slowly turned around, trying to check the outcome of the two statues.
On one side was the Holy Olive Branch. There would be one extra branch every ten thousand prayers.
The Hall Mother first looked at Ye Xinxia's statue. She was going to count the number of Holy Olive Branches under the witness of the people.
However, Pamise soon frowned. She glanced at the wrist of Ye Xinxia's statue …
There was not a single Holy Olive Branch!
How was this possible?
Could it be that everyone in the Citadel of Athens was supporting Iza, and there were less than ten thousand Ye Xinxia's supporters?
However, Pamise had seen a lot of Holy Olive Flowers when the rain of flowers was falling. There were definitely more than ten thousand of them!
Pamise subconsciously glanced at Iza's statue. She had a garland around her neck. She could easily tell how many Thousand Year Jasmine Flowers had bloomed.
However, Pamise was stunned once again by the sight before her!
Not a single Holy Olive Flower!
Did Iza's supporters not exceed ten thousand too?
What was going on?
Not long ago, a few hundred thousand Jasmine Flowers and Holy Olive Flowers had formed a magnificent rain of flowers. They were flying toward the clouds of prayers above the ancient Citadel of Athens …
Why didn't the two Holy Maidens add a single Holy Olive Branch?
Was there something wrong with the spell?
But why would there be a problem with the spell? Everything was following the unchanging rules of the spell!
"Hall Mother, is the outcome not decided yet? Why doesn't it seem like the two Holy Maidens have received any support from the prayers?" Old Priest Farmer asked in a soft voice.
The people slowly shifted their gaze away from the veil of flowers lingering in the city. They stared at the statues of the two Holy Maidens, eager to know the outcome of the election.
"Is it a delay?"
"I don't think there's a single Holy Olive Branch."
The people continued to stare at the statues sincerely. Perhaps they had assumed that the spell had yet to take effect, so they had to wait patiently.
However, those who truly understood the praying method knew that every praying would be reflected in the praying result. In other words, as long as there were 10,000 praying wishes, there would definitely be a Holy Branch and a Thousand-Year Flower born.
But nothing had happened.
It didn't make any sense!
Ye Xinxia and Iza subconsciously looked at the Hall Mother.
The Hall Mother was confused too.
She was utterly confused, too.
Was there something wrong with the way she was praying?
However, the Hall Mother had already thought about it and tested it. The way she was praying did work.
"Something must have gone wrong," the Hall Mother, Pamise, said.
She began to pace around and smiled, telling the crowd not to worry.
At this time, a light breeze blew, and a few olive and jasmine flowers floated to the altar. Hall Mother Pamise subconsciously caught these flowers with her hand and brought them to the tip of her nose to smell them.
The crowd was even more confused by the Hall Mother's actions. Many people mimicked the Hall Mother and sniffed the flowers before observing them closely.
"Those aren't Jasmine Flowers and Olive Flowers!"
All of a sudden, a man in the crowd shouted.
The Hall Mother had already noticed something too. She immediately realized what was going on when the man reminded her!
Something was wrong with the flowers!
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