"Please support our Goddess Ye Xinxia, ​​she will do better than Yizhisha." The tattooed Athenian youth kept handing olive branches to the people around him, showing a gentle and polite smile. Even if others were unwilling to accept it, he would still say thank you several times.

Soon, several friends of this young tattooed man also joined the delivery of the olive branch. They conveyed these fragrant and elegant tokens and also conveyed a common concept.

Any country needs peace and peace, and no one is willing to suffer endless suffering.

"Give me a handful." Mo Jiaxing decisively joined the olive branch delivery team of these young people.

"Haha, uncle, I'll draw a face for you!" One of the men also had a paint pen on their body and drew a small olive leaf on Mo Jiaxing's face without hesitation.

"Uncle looks very energetic, not as dead as some old antiques." The tattooed young man grinned.

"We cannot lose to those supporters of Iinosa!" said the little street painter waving the paint pen in his hand with great enthusiasm.

"Hey, you are also supporters of olive flowers!" At this time, a small group next to him came over and saw the very distinctive "tattoo" of these people!

"Yes, let everyone join in, let others see the huge size of our Olive Flower Guard."

"Picture it, this one is also painted."

“I brought stickers.”

"I don't have sincerity, come on, draw on my chest muscles, and draw next to my heart..."

Mo Jiaxing followed this group of young people and felt the enthusiasm of the Greeks. They were easily infected by the atmosphere around them, and maintained their rationality and literacy, expressing themselves to the fullest.

For a moment, improvised dances, stronger choruses, uniform support slogans, and a large curtain of flower curtains blown by the wind, as beautiful as the bride's veil.

...

The palace mother Pamishi stood quietly in the city election square, and a smile appeared on her face.

It has been a long time since I saw the city of Athens so passionate. This is probably the charm of empowering people. This city of Athens is the foundation of the Parthenon, and it is perfect for the people of Athens to decide this election.

The two saints stood beside the temple mother, and now there is no meaning in any unnecessary words. They just need to watch these citizens quietly...

"After completing the word of prayer, please let go of your hands and let your faith fly to the gods, that is, our Greek clouds!" The voice of the palace mother rang out again.

People held flowers and fulfilled their prayers one after another.

Hundreds of thousands of flowers, holy as ripples of snow on the Alps, slowly flying in the festive Acropolis of Athens, with petals and tidbits lingering and fragrant. There are also eyes that people are staring at, like an inverted starry sky, the flower rain flies towards the clouds of prayer, and the glory of the clouds of prayer bathes on everyone's shoulders...

The words of prayer were completed one after another during this period of time, and this rain of flowers that flowed back in time gave everyone a stunning picture. Theism has always been a misty idea in the hearts of the world. Everyone's prayers are nothing but unseen. But this time, people can watch their prayers like this, and watch those behind-the-scenes representing their beliefs floating towards the gods, selected, recognized, and cared for...

The future of the Parthenon is up to them to decide.

This is better than an election filled with all the money...

No matter who will become a goddess today, the Parthenon has gotten rid of its old ideas and is already making progress.

...

"Let's take a look at a general result. Please complete the prayer as soon as possible for citizens who have not completed their prayers. The prayer time will end in three minutes. Those who have no wishes will be regarded as abstention." The palace mother said to everyone.

The mother of the palace turned around slowly, wanting to see the results on the two statues.

On one side is the holy branch of olives, and every 10,000 prayers will be added.

The first thing the palace mother looked at was Ye Xinxia. She would count the total number of olive branches under the witness of the citizens.

But soon, the palace mother Pamishi frowned, and she looked at the wrist position of the statue of Ye Xinxia...

There is not a holy branch of olives!

How is this possible?

Could it be that all the city of Athens are supporters of Iinosa, and Ye Xinxia's supporters do not even have 10,000???

But just now when the flowers were flying, the palace mother Pamishike saw a lot of olive flowers, which was definitely more than ten thousand!

The mother of the temple, Pamishi, couldn't help but look at the statue of Izusa. Her neck was a garland, and it was actually clear how many jasmine thousand-year-old flowers were blooming.

However, the scene in front of you made the palace mother Pamishi stunned again!

Not a single flower!

There are not more than ten thousand people who support Iinosa???

What's going on??

It was obvious that hundreds of thousands of jasmine and olive flowers were intertwined not long ago to form the most beautiful flower rain. Over this ancient and quiet Acropolis, they flew towards the cloud of prayer...

Why didn’t the two saints add a little?

Could it be that something went wrong with this magic?

But why does magic have problems? Everything follows the eternal rules of magic!

"Digong, is the result not born yet? Why do both saints seem to have not received support for prayer?" the old priest Farmo asked in a low voice.

People's eyes were slowly moving away from the veils that filled the city, and they looked at the statues of the two saints, wanting to know the final result of the election.

"Is it delayed?"

"It seems like there is not a single branch."

Everyone was still watching piously. They might feel that the prayer spell has not really worked and need to wait patiently for a while.

But those who truly understand the method of prayer know that every prayer will be reflected in the result of the prayer as soon as possible. That is to say, as long as one achieves ten thousand prayers, a holy branch and a thousand-year-old flower will be born.

Nothing happened.

This is extremely unreasonable!

Ye Xinxia and Yizhisha's eyes couldn't help but fall on the palace mother.

The Dianmu was also confused.

She couldn't understand at all.

Could it be that the way I prayed was wrong?

But Dianmu has thought about it and tested it, and this way of praying is valid.

"Probably, there was a problem at some point." Pamishi, the palace mother, replied.

She began to pace and smiled to everyone and said no to worry.

At this time, the breeze rose, and many olive flowers and jasmine flowers floated to the altar. The palace mother Pamishi subconsciously caught the flowers with her hands and put them at the tip of her nose to smell them.

The behavior of the palace mother Pamishi made everyone even more confused. Many people also learned from the palace mother, smelled these flowers carefully, and then observed them carefully.

"This is not jasmine and olive flowers!!"

Suddenly, a man in the crowd shouted.

The palace mother had already noticed something, and it happened that the man woke up immediately after reminding her!!
Chapter completed!