Versatile Mage

3005 Resurrected Person

Mostly, Ye Xinxia had no memory of her childhood. She thought that she had forgotten everything. After all, many people have no memory of things from when they were too young.

But recently, whenever she was sleeping, meditating, or in a trance, memories would gradually flood her mind, and she could feel the emotions from that time.

Ye Xinxia was a Psychic Element Mage. She tried to recall the memories deep in her mind by dreaming, but she was horrified to find a small shackle at the bottom of her memories. It locked a blind spot that she thought she had forgotten.

It was like a small black box of fear in everyone’s heart, placed and locked in a dark corner that she would never touch. No matter how many years passed, she had no courage to open that box. The things inside would accompany her for life. Whenever and wherever she accidentally touched it, it would make her shudder!

Was it an act of self-protection?

Ye Xinxia, who had learned Psychic Element Magic, knew very well that when one faced a major setback or suffering, the brain would selectively erase this memory directly from her mind to not overwhelm her.

Did someone impose a magical shackle on the mind to force her to forget important things? Who was the person who imposed this memory shackle on her?

“If you remember what happened at that time, you should understand that only by becoming a goddess can you have decision-making power. We can’t compete with Izisha without the support of the Holy City,” Tata said calmly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ye Xinxia replied.

“Okay. Since you seem to know what to do, I won’t bother you anymore. However, Izisha sent you another small problem just now. Her nephew Quintus was murdered, and his cremains were locked in an urn. This was sent to the Saintess’ Hall. It is a very bad incident. The act is disrespectful to the temple’s sacred authority. I guess that it’s the anti-temple heretics once again. They deliberately create panic when elections are around the corner,” said Tata.

Parina presented a broken and reglued delicate jar. Ye Xinxia wanted to check it, but Tata stopped her.

“It’s human remains,” Parina said with certainty.

“Are you sure it’s Quintus’, the Golden Night who is running for the Fighting Magistrate?”

“Yes, it’s indeed his. He was beaten, whipped, burned, putrefied, and eaten by ants before he died. The murderer either hated Quintus or hated Izisha greatly,” Parina replied.

“There are only cremains. How do you know about all this from this pile?” Tata was puzzled.

“Soul Autopsy. The cremains contain part of the memories of the deceased. His crushed soul can also be found there.” Parina explained professionally.

Parina was now a Great Sage, and she was mainly in charge of the Hall of Judgment to deal with dangerous aliens. She often joined forces with the Holy City, the Divine City Tibet, the Swiss Snow Palace, the Japan Emperor Pavilion, and the British Cross Castle to eliminate evil people hiding in the world.

Parina had seen a lot of cruel methods in which people were often killed, but what the Golden Knight Quintus suffered had made her a little uncomfortable.

‘What kind of person would torture someone in such an inhumane way out of hatred for the Parthenon Temple?’

“Parina, can you take care of it?” Tata asked.

“Well, I…”

“Let’s take care of it together,” said Xinxia.

Parina was a little confused. By rights, the goddess did not need to take care of such a thing.

“Izisha won’t ask me to take care of a torture and murder incident for no reason. She wouldn’t do it just to distract me. There must be something more to this,” said Xinxia.

Xinxia remembered what Izisha had said to her at the intersection of the Saintess’ Hall.

What was coming would come. Xinxia knew that she would face it sooner or later. She had stayed in the Parthenon Temple just to have the courage and ability to deal with all this in the future, after all.

“Do you know something about this?” Parina could guess from Ye Xinxia’s expression that she knew more than she let on.

“I think It’s the Black Vatican,” said Xinxia.

“B-Black Vatican?” Tata and Parina’s faces changed.

Everyone was terrified of that organization. Their methods were the cruelest in the world, and their willpower was stronger than most thugs!

“Yeah.”

“Is it Ye Chang?” Tata’s voice trembled.

Parina’s face was pale. She clenched her fists.

‘Is this witch finally going to show up?’ Parina would never forget the wound Ye Chang had inflicted on her back with a knife.

That was a few years ago. When Parina and the Swiss Holy Court Mages were chasing a Chief Extraditor, they were caught in a trap set by Salan.

Salan killed all the Holy Court Mages. When the Chief Extraditor was about to commit suicide, Salan had stopped her.

“I know you. You’re the little girl who is seeking attention around the Parthenon Temple. I like your diligence and perseverance, and I also understand that you’re not willing to be a foil for others. However, fighting spirit and recklessness are two different things. You should think wisely. Otherwise, no matter how much Resurrection Divine Art the Parthenon Temple has, it won’t be able to drag you back from the gates of hell.” Salan had sounded sarcastic.

Parina was a special female Sage in the Parthenon Temple. She once died in a battle with the anti-temple heretics. Everyone knew about that battle. Her body was brought back, and Wen Tai resurrected her in Godly Seal Mountain.

She was a resurrected person. A female Sage resurrected by Wen Tai.

Parina had always cherished herself. All the believers of the Parthenon Temple were eager to get a real Blessing of God’s Seal, and the resurrected person was a person whose forehead had been kissed by the Divine Soul.

However, most of them thought that Parina was not worthy of resurrection. She was just an unknown person in the Parthenon Temple at that time. Many people died for the Parthenon Temple, but why did Wen Tai choose to resurrect her particularly?

Parina also knew that regaining her life was precious, and she dared not be negligent in her actions from then on.

She wanted to be recognized and let everyone know that she was worthy of being favored by the Divine Soul, worthy of being selected by Wen Tai, and worthy of the Resurrection Divine Art!

She tried her best to make more contributions to the Parthenon Temple but eventually fell into the trap of the Chief Extraditor.

She had died again. The most ironic thing was that Salan recognized her.