Versatile Mage

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The long dress was dragged across the floor. Mo Fan carried Xinxia down the stairs and headed for the exit.

“I’m bringing you out of here,” Mo Fan said to Xinxia.

“Mmm,” Xinxia nodded heavily.

Mo Fan always said that he would give her a pair of wings, but Xinxia was never interested in luxurious magic equipment. What Mo Fan gave her was a great sense of security that was protecting her like a pair of wings. Many times, she was quite relieved that she could not walk in exchange for the protection she was receiving.

It no longer mattered if she could leave the place safely, she was already satisfied!

The heavy door opened slowly. Rays of sunlight poured into the hall. Xinxia should be relieved that she was able to see light again, yet she knew the real trouble had only just begun!

The Golden Sun Knights were already setting up their formation. Their magical auras had combined into a great pressure, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

Further behind were two troops of Adjudicators led by their Vice Hall Master, Shawshank. He had the urge to charge forward and kill Xinxia, just so his daughter could rest in peace!

Two hundred Adjudicators were in position. With just a single command, they would cast their destructive spells. The spells would pour down like rain, turning them both into nothing.

As Xinxia glanced further ahead, Panijia’s funeral was still taking place. The people of the Parthenon Temple were all present, including the powerful Holy Court Mages dressed in their noble coats. Their strength was unmatchable!

Mo Fan had no chance of leaving the place considering how heavily-guarded it was!

“Mo Fan, put her down! If you step out of the entrance with her, the Golden Sun Knights will execute you right on the spot!” Kulun threatened him.

The people saw Mo Fan carrying Xinxia in his arms as soon as the door opened. It was quite obvious that Mo Fan was planning to take the girl with him!

Mo Fan was allowed to meet any person in the Parthenon Temple as he wished after overcoming the Starry Mountain Path, but he was not allowed to take the person with him.

“They say ignorant people are fearless,” Yafa looked at Mo Fan and grinned.

“There are always lunatics that do something you will never understand.”

“Mo Fan, you better consider it carefully! Once you bring her out of the Saintess’ Hall, the Parthenon Temple and the Holy Judgment Court will treat you as her accomplice. You might be the savior of the Ancient Capital, but Salan has committed grave sins, and as her accomplice, you won’t be forgiven either!” Tisu said.

“You are the ones that won’t be forgiven! You claim to be the justest and most righteous in the world. The Parthenon Temple, and the Holy Judgment Court are nothing but a bunch of brainless, useless people. You have never seen Salan in person, yet you could not wait to accuse a girl just because of your so-called evidence, and even come up with such ridiculous speculation… saying that there is another soul hiding in her body, that her other character is Salan herself! Tell me, which one of you have seen her carrying out the evil conspiracy, or commit any sinful acts? You can’t even judge from the simplest facts, and you would rather believe in evidence that sounds like pure nonsense to me. So this is how the Parthenon Temple and the Holy Judgment Court deliver justice? You are no better than the Black Vatican that murders innocent people!” Mo Fan snapped furiously when he was confronted by the crowd.

The crowd was already shocked when they saw Mo Fan bringing Xinxia to the entrance. To their surprise, he proceeded to scold everyone at the scene. He did not bother lowering his voice. Almost everyone on the mountain heard it. The atmosphere intensified instantly as strong auras burst out of the bodies of the powerful Mages whose dignity was at stake!

“The evidence is solid enough! Why did the Cardinal Blood Stone only react to her blood?” Great Muse Mellaura said.

“So you’re saying that you’re familiar with the Black Vatican?” Mo Fan asked.

“I…”

“I have killed three hundred and seventy Gray Priests, fifty-four Black Clergymen, two Blue Deacons, and one Executioner of the Black Vatican. I’ve also destroyed one of their bases. Putting the Calamity of the Ancient Capital aside, may I ask, has anyone here killed more members of the Black Vatican than I have? If there is, please step forward and tell me everything that you know about the Black Vatican; how many Blue Deacons they have, the real identities of their Red Cardinals, and tell me you’re willing to take the risk and promise that the Cardinal Blood Stone can surely tell us who Salan is, even if the person is a little girl, a girl that can’t walk, or an old man, an authority of the Parthenon Temple, or even a Magistrate of the Holy Judgment Court!” Mo Fan snapped.

“Mo Fan, the Holy Judgment Court has already come to a conclusion and believes she is Salan. Why are you doing this still?” Glorkian of the Hall of Judgment sighed.

“Glorkian, what did you promise me before? I let you bring Xinxia to the Parthenon Temple, and you also promised me that nothing would happen to her. Did you choose to forget your promise now that it is against the Parthenon Temple? Do you really think doing the right thing is no longer important? Have you lost your ability to think reasonably, since you just need to blindly follow the orders of the Parthenon Temple and the Holy Judgment Court?” Mo Fan pointed at Glorkian furiously.

“I…” Glorkian was left speechless. He too was doubtful of the outcome, yet what could he, a mere Adjudicator, do to change the outcome?

“The members of the Black Vatican treat the orders given to them as their sacred missions. They are accumulating their merits by doing harm to others. They would never doubt what they were told to do. They are all brainwashed into believing that the orders given by the Black Vatican are the noblest, yet look at you! Both you and the Black Vatican have strong beliefs. I initially thought the people of the Parthenon Temple were different, because you were still able to judge if an order given to you didn’t make any sense, but it turns out that you’re no different from them! You’re claiming that she is Salan and can’t wait to execute her just because of the so-called evidence you have; don’t you realize how ridiculous you are!?” The anger burning in Mo Fan’s chest turned into words stabbing the crowd like sharp swords.

“Mo Fan, that’s only from your point of view! No one in this world will believe that their close ones are criminals, but you still can’t change the fact that she has committed grave sins. Put her down, and leave the Saintess’ Hall, we won’t do any harm to you. You’ve done a lot to eradicate the Black Vatican… but it turned out that Salan is one of the closest people to you. I know it’s hard to accept it, but the verdict has been made. You won’t be able to change it anymore,” Tisu advised.

“So you’re just going to continue down the wrong path?” Mo Fan sneered.

“Even if it’s inappropriate, that’s just how it is. We’re talking about a Red Cardinal, our Holy Judgment Court has the right to execute any person that we suspect to be a Red Cardinal!” Dulanc, the Great Magistrate of the Holy Judgment Court finally spoke.

“Very well, so that’s the true attitude of the Holy Judgment Court; you would rather kill a thousand to stop the villain from running away?!” Mo Fan burst out laughing.

“If we killed the wrong person, we will admit our wrong to the deceased, but if she’s indeed Salan, we’ll be saving countless lives here! Ye Xinxia, if you still have a conscience, you should sacrifice yourself to stop the other demon living in you from endangering the world. You shouldn’t ruin Mo Fan, too, the man has a bright future ahead. This is the Parthenon Temple, we will not let anyone challenge our authority. We have the right to execute anyone on the spot!” Great Magistrate Dulanc shouted loudly.

Xinxia subconsciously glanced at Mo Fan.

“Don’t listen to him. Trust me, I’m bringing you out of here!” Mo Fan said confidently.

“Great Magistrate Dulanc, why do your words sound so familiar? I remembered that you were still a Probationary Magistrate when you said the same words to convince the great Holy Saint to surrender himself when he was surrounded by you lots too…” the voice of an old man appeared.

The crowd cleared a path as Old Bao (Song Qiming) slowly went forward.

The Holy Court Mages knelt on their knee when the old man walked past them.

“Clergyman Song!”

“Elder!”

“Clergyman Song!”

“Master!”

The Holy Court Mages consisted of Super Mages, each with a great reputation in the world, yet they did not dare to show their pride in front of the Old Clergyman, Song Qiming.

The new Clergyman had taken over a few years ago, yet in terms of influence, he was still incomparable to the Old Clergyman, Song Qiming.

“Song Qiming, you are a Clergyman. You are only responsible for supervising the Magistrates, but their votes have nothing to do with you. Besides, you are no longer a Clergyman, what right do you have to speak here!?” Dulanc snapped when he saw Song Qiming.

“I was only mentioning something that happened in the past. Many people were still clueless about the details of the judgment that befell the Holy Saint. I have no intention to offend the Goddess Izisha’s impartial vote, but we all knew he was a victim in the struggle for power. I really wish that we had someone like Mo Fan that stepped forward and woke us up, we could have avoided the huge mistake we made!” Song Qiming sighed.

“Silence, are you rebelling against the Holy Judgment Court!?” Dulanc snapped furiously.

The details of Wen Tai’s death were sealed away. The Holy Judgment Court had forbidden anyone from mentioning it, but Song Qiming had to spill the beans under the circumstances. Many people in the Parthenon Temple were still the Holy Saint’s followers. If Song Qiming continued, it was surely going to stir great chaos among the crowd!