Chapter 295 Qin Mo Doesn't Recognize Kind Hearts
Melia, the powerful and ruthless queen of the mermaid royal family, died; she was choked to death by Audrey.
For thousands of years, the mermaid royal family has tried countless methods to awaken their powers, including human princes, Templar knights, mermaids, sirens, and nagas—all of them are unreliable and useless.
Melia allied with the mermaids, their close relatives and the most powerful subjects of the sea race, in an attempt to change the fate of the sea race. But now, someone suddenly says, "As long as the right person is found, awakening is inevitable..."
Are you looking for a god?
"Mommy... Waaaaah! I miss you so much... Waaaaah!"
After the main villain died, Shia hugged her mother and cried uncontrollably. In just two short years, she had experienced so much.
“Shia, you’re not a child anymore. You can’t cry all the time. The tribe needs a dignified and powerful leader,” Debbie said, gently patting her daughter’s shoulder with a loving expression.
"Wow! Mom, Shia is already very strong. Aunt Audrey said I'm the strongest sea creature in the world." Little Shia waved her little fists, showing off her bravery to her mother.
"Shia, now that you have become the chief of the mermaids, you cannot be satisfied with being the strongest among the sea creatures. You must demonstrate your power to the temple and the vampires and make them acknowledge your status."
Audrey, watching Shia's furrowed brow, comforted her sister, "Debbie, Shia's awakening has only been going on for a short time. She's still growing rapidly, and we have no idea how powerful she'll become in the end. So we have to give her some time..."
Debbie asked in confusion, "Who... awakened Shia's powers? How can she be so strong?"
Audrey said softly, "That was a human... a very special human. I told Melia... it was my intuition!"
“Oh! Audrey, your intuition… has always been very accurate. This is indeed a way to make our people stronger…” Debbie nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
"Don't even think about it... You can't even think about it! Qin Mo is mine, and no one is allowed to touch her again!"
The new sea queen, with fierce eyes and bared teeth, issued a domineering declaration in a crisp voice.
Rome has a typical Mediterranean climate, with hot, dry summers and mild, rainy winters. The continuous rain and the ban on going out made the ascetics who could only bury themselves in their meditation in the temple feel extremely stifled.
Qin Mo felt particularly frustrated. Every day, he would "fly" from the rooftop to the Qiyun Stone Gate to queue up. In the queue at the Temple of the Priests, he was either first or second in line.
But Qin Mo didn't have priority in choosing, and his opportunities were always taken away by others. He insisted on being at the front of the line... actually, he was just putting himself in line for Saint Heather's benefit.
"Lord Qin Mo, the Sea Clan has not appeared in the world for many years, and now that news of them has suddenly emerged, the Holy Temple is taking this matter very seriously. Everyone must stay behind to deal with any possible emergencies. I cannot issue you a hunting permit, and I hope you can understand." The Holy Maiden was finally moved by Qin Mo's "persistence" and explained to him coldly.
“I’m sorry, Princess Heatherine, I’m not very good at swimming. I’m more suited to hunting orcs than dealing with sea creatures.”
Qin Mo had no intention of helping the Temple fight the Sea Clan. "You're fighting over territory, what business is it of mine? I'd rather help Shia than you."
"Lord Qin Mo, war between us and the Sea Clan is not necessarily inevitable. We need peace more than anything. Every human being must make their own efforts for peace. Anyone who disrupts peace is an enemy of the Temple." Heather glanced at Qin Mo's neck again, her words carrying a hidden meaning.
"Your Highness Heatherine, could you please explain yourself more clearly? Your Daxia language isn't very good, and I don't understand it very well." Qin Mo was annoyed; he vaguely sensed something was wrong and demanded an explanation.
"Your Excellency Qin Mo, before the Sea Clan's intentions become clear, anyone who may have connections with the Sea Clan must be subject to necessary surveillance. Do you understand?" Heatherine said coldly.
Qin Mo's expression changed, turning icy cold. The anger in her eyes made Heatherine regret her bluntness, but she still met Qin Mo's gaze without flinching.
"Your Highness Heatherine, may I ask... what right does the Temple have to doubt me? To spy on me?" Qin Mo's aura began to rise, making his questioning sound extremely forceful.
"The Temple doesn't suspect you yet; it's just that I suspect you." Heather's aura also began to gather, creating an invisible confrontation with Qin Mo.
The two faced off for a long time before the saintess coldly said, "Lord Qin Mo, I'm not targeting you, it's just that your appearance was too coincidental, and your pendant is no ordinary object."
“Every mermaid’s tear represents the love of a mermaid royal. Since you are connected to the powerful mermaid royal family, it would be best if you did not leave the inner palace recently.”
Saintess Heatherine originally intended to suppress the rebellious Qin Mo without any mercy, but in the end, she gave Qin Mo one last chance.
“I don’t want to get involved in the conflict between the Temple and the Sea Clan, but if you go too far, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something you’ll regret.”
Watching Qin Mo suppress her anger and turn to leave, a ripple appeared in Heatherine's calm eyes. "You have no idea how much trouble you've gotten yourself into! ...You don't appreciate kindness."
Deep within the Temple Mount, in an inconspicuous spot, stand several low, ancient temples, their presence incongruous with the solemn and magnificent grandeur of the entire temple complex.
This is the oldest temple on the Temple Mount, and the current Council of Temple Elders holds its meetings in that dusty, gray temple in the middle.
A circle of high-backed chairs was arranged in an oval around the long table. Everyone qualified to sit in the chairs was a big shot in the temple, a big shot whose stomp could cause an earthquake in the Western Continent.
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