Versatile Mage - Chapter 1154: Unsure of Their Own Identities
Chapter 1154: Unsure of Their Own Identities
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Mo Fan did remember the Amnesia Bug, Zhang Xiaohou was once a victim of it.
“The Black Vatican has the Amnesia Bug, and they only use it on important members of the Enforcement Union. The members of the Black Vatican that snuck into the Enforcement Union didn’t know they were members of the Black Vatican, since their memories were controlled by the Amnesia Bug. The person would only reclaim their memories at a specific time, or through some special methods to awaken the Amnesia Bug, and then realize they are members of the Black Vatican,” Tang Zhong said.
Mo Fan listened quietly.
Seeing that Mo Fan did not say a word, Tang Zhong added, “Xinxia has the Amnesia Bug in her, so the people of the Parthenon Temple concluded that she is unaware of her identity. Her memories of the Black Vatican will only surface during specific times, which basically means she has another soul in her… when everything is done, the Amnesia Bug will then hide the memories again, making Xinxia look like just an ordinary person on the surface. It’s the main reason why we have trouble tracking down the Black Vatican. We tried very hard to find out who the members of the Black Vatican are, yet even they are unaware of their own identities, how are we supposed to bust them out?”
Salan was only a nickname.
Her legs were incurable because there was another soul in her body.
Xinxia’s innocent character was not fake, either, as even she had no idea that she was Salan because of the Amnesia Bug.
Tang Zhong, Leng Qing, and Tangyue struggled to believe it when they first heard the information, too. Their first reaction assumed that it was all a setup amid the election for the Goddess. They believed it was an absurd accusation, yet when the truth was revealed, they had no choice but to accept it…
The kind, pure-hearted Xinxia was innocent, but the memories of Salan hidden by the Amnesia Bug inside her, the soul and character that woke up at times, was the source of all evil.
They had told Mo Fan everything they knew. They knew it would be difficult for him to accept it, but that was the truth.
Xinxia was Salan, but Xinxia was not actually Salan. Both Xinxia and Salan’s souls were in the same body, but the Holy Judgment Court and the Parthenon Temple were surely going to find Xinxia guilty!
The room fell silent. The people could hear Mo Fan’s heavy breathing. Everything was too absurd to Mo Fan, yet the evidence was there, forcing him to believe it.
“What are you planning to do?” Lingling asked.
The whole incident was unprecedented, clearly a great blow to Mo Fan.
They were asking him to believe that the source of all evil, the culprit behind the Calamities of Bo City and the Ancient Capital, was actually someone that he was close with?
“I will go see her,” Mo Fan said.
“I’m afraid you can’t. She’s currently imprisoned in the Saintess’ Hall at the Parthenon Temple. No one is allowed to see her. Once everyone with the Stone of Guilt cast their votes, and if there are more black stones than the white stones, she will be officially accused as Salan,” Tang Zhong said.
“I don’t care about their evidence, or Stone of Guilt, I want to see her,” Mo Fan said confidently.
“The Parthenon Temple’s armed force is shocking, it’s not something you can take on alone,” Tang Zhong said with a sigh.
“When is the trial behind held?”
“Today, or tomorrow, I believe the evidence has convinced most people with the Stone of Guilt, and the outcome is most likely going to be…”
Mo Fan did not say another word. He left the Clearsky Hunter Agency.
He had only taken a few steps out of the door when Tangyue came out. She looked at Mo Fan and felt horrible, too. The news was even scarier to Mo Fan than being surrounded by demon creatures. It was as horrifying as realizing that he was a member of the Black Vatican after he woke up one day.
“If you really want to go, take this,” Tangyue said, and handed an orb to Mo Fan.
Mo Fan glanced at the orb and was quite touched.
He received it and said, “If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility for everything.”
“Your decision is our decision, too,” Tangyue said.
Mo Fan nodded.
Mo Fan received thousands of messages on his phone.
He was not in the mood to reply to them. He knew these people cared a lot about him, but his mind was fully occupied with a single person.
Mo Fan returned to Greece. He entered the Citadel of Athens, and went straight to the Parthenon Sacred Mountain.
The season had arrived later than usual. The flowers had only just started drifting in the wind. The sacred mountain covered in colorful petals was as beautiful as a stunning painting.
The petals drifted into the Citadel of Athens and fell onto the buildings and streets. The whole city was covered in a pleasant scent.
Mo Fan raised his head, glancing at the sacred Hall of the Goddess on the mountain up amid the petals and leaves. He immediately recalled that Xinxia said she was going to leave after the election came to an end…
“Mo Fan!” a voice called out.
Mo Fan looked to where the voices came from and saw Pang Lai, Han Ji, and Zhu Meng. They seemed to have waited a long time for him.
Zhu Meng’s face was still bearded. He walked up sternly and looked at Mo Fan firmly, “Are you sure about this?”
“No doubts about it,” Mo Fan said.
“We won’t be able to lend you a hand,” Han Ji told him.
If Mo Fan’s life was in danger, they were more than willing to provide their assistance. Tang Zhong would come with Mo Fan too, and the few of them could handle any kind of situation.
However, they were left with no choice this time. The Holy Judgment Court would not allow any country to challenge their authority. Anything the three did represented the Royal Guards, the Magic Association, and the Councilman of China. If they intervened, it would surely result in a greater mess.
“We’ll follow you, and the most we can do is save you if your life is in danger,” Zhu Meng said in a deep voice.
It was obvious that Tang Zhong had already told them what his plan was, or perhaps they already guessed that Mo Fan would pay the Parthenon Temple a visit.
They were not allowed to help Mo Fan take on the Parthenon Temple and the Holy Judgment Court, but they could try their best to look after him.
The Parthenon Temple and the Holy Judgment Court had the right to execute a person once they were judged guilty, and Mo Fan would soon challenge their authority.
“Did Xi Yu vote a white stone?” Zhu Meng asked.
“Not sure,” Pang Lai said.
“I bet he doesn’t even care about the Chairman’s hint?” Zhu Meng laughed hollowly.
Mo Fan knew they had waited for him purposely. He was very grateful. He knew how serious what he was planning to do was, yet they were still willing to come and protect him.
“I’ll be going up, then,” Mo Fan said.
“Hang on, we’re still waiting for old Clergyman’s news,” Pang Lai said.
“That old man of your Hunter Agency,” Pang Lai said.
Mo Fan’s mouth dropped in surprise.
It turned out that Old Bao was once a Clergyman of the Holy Judgment Court. A Clergyman was the highest level of the Holy Judgment Court, responsible for supervising the thirteen Magistrates.
The magistrates of the Holy Judgment Court were the people that owned the Stones of Guilt. These thirteen Magistrates, including the Great Magistrate, were responsible for sentencing people with shocking backgrounds. Even though the Clergymen were not directly involved in the trial, they were responsible for supervising the thirteen Magistrates. If any of them was biased, the Clergymen were allowed to intervene.
The status of the Magistrates of the Holy Judgment Court was shocking, but the Clergymen had even greater power than they did! Mo Fan already guessed that Old Bao was a great authority prior to his retirement, yet he had no idea how great of an authority the old man was!
The Holy Court of the Parthenon Temple…
A round table with thirteen chairs. They were the only objects in the enclosed room, a room heavily surrounded by soldiers.
Thirteen Magistrates from different countries were seated at the table. In front of them were many papers laying out the evidence.
Yesterday, they had conducted a trial at the Saintess’ Hall. They had also listened to Ye Xinxia’s testimony, even though they had wasted most of the time listening to the furious accusations from the Great Muse Mellaura. Even the Hall Mother, who had been supporting Ye Xinxia throughout the election, had remained silent during the trial. After all, she had witnessed Panijia’s death in Xinxia’s arms in person, and how Xinxia’s blood was accepted by Salan’s Cardinal Blood Stone.
The trial had ended. They were currently conducting a secret meeting. The thirteen Magistrates would be casting their votes here. Once everyone cast their votes, if the white stones were more than the black stones, it basically meant the accusation was flawed, and the evidence was not enough to prove that Xinxia was Salan. Xinxia would then be handed to China’s Enforcement Union.
However, if the black stones numbered more than the white stones, the accusation would be valid, meaning that Xinxia would be treated as Salan, and would be executed by the Holy Judgment Court.
“It’s quite obvious that the girl is innocent. How could Salan be a young girl in her twenties? Her information has clearly stated that she’s a very talented student, that’s all. As for the Cardinal Blood Stone, I’m more inclined to believe that there’s some other possibility for someone’s blood to be accepted by the Cardinal Blood Stone,” an old mage from Saint Paul Church, Leonard said.
“Leonard, I believe you have become too merciful as you age. The evidence is quite obvious, it’s meaningless to defend her. I won’t change my vote. The Cardinal Blood Stone is just like the Stone of Guilt, it will never lie, and it can’t be manipulated, either. She’s Salan. Age doesn’t mean anything. From what I know, the new Red Cardinal of the Black Vatican, the Cold Prince, is also a very intelligent young man. We are quite sure that he’s responsible for the theft from the Sacred Hall of Liberty!” the Magistrate from the Parthenon Temple, Tulanc, exclaimed.