Chapter 282 The Tragic Geniuses
"Saintess Heather...Your Highness?"
Qin Mo repeated Elisa's words, and suddenly thought of Mu Qingge's lover—Saintess Thea. Mu Qingge was currently managing the "Special Operations Division" for her, and she wondered if Thea was still alive.
“Yes, the Holy Maiden is the most sacred person in the temple, the incarnation of God on earth. Only the Holy Maiden is qualified to be called ‘Your Highness’ in the temple, and she is also the daily manager of the inner sanctuary of the temple.” Elisa looked at the woman in white on the platform, her eyes flashing with admiration, completely different from her usual silence.
Qin Mo and Elisa's conversation lasted only a moment, but the saintess Heatherine on the stage looked over. Qin Mo was surprised by her perception. Someone who could conceal her aura so that she couldn't be detected, and whose perception was extremely strong, was definitely not an ordinary expert.
When Elisa saw Heatherine looking in their direction, she immediately bowed respectfully.
Heatherine nodded politely in return, her demeanor very humble. Qin Mo was about to nod slightly in response, but Heatherine only glanced at him before looking away, causing him to flinch slightly.
Qin Mo smiled. It seemed that the Holy Maiden did indeed have her own strict rules and beliefs! Even the domineering Wang Yushi wasn't like this when she first met her. She would look down on you with cold eyes instead of ignoring your existence.
"Thump!"
The test in the small square had come to an end. A Templar Knight with a red cross on his body knocked the boy opposite him to the ground, thus ending the test.
"Lord Lekman, I regret to inform you that your strength is insufficient for you to enter the inner sanctum for training. For your safety, I, on behalf of the Temple, withdraw your invitation. If you wish, you may transfer to the monastery as a trainee to continue your studies." The extremely flamboyant knight commander announced this to the boy with an air of authority, which only exacerbated his injuries, bringing tears to his eyes.
The boy didn't dare to argue, but he forced himself to get up and bravely walked down the mountain, earning the respect of everyone in the small square.
Qin Mo was a little confused and asked Giulio beside her, "Can this invitation be taken back? If I come all this way here and he takes it back, then I've traveled tens of thousands of miles for nothing?"
"Your Excellency Qin Mo, your invitation is different from theirs; it is the highest level, gold, and it was issued by the Temple Elders Council. No one dares to take it back."
“But we are different. There are many duchies and city-states in the Western Continent that serve the Temple. The inner temple only recruits cultivators every few years, so invitations are sent out in turn each time, trying to take care of every country and city-state that has contributed to the resistance against the orcs.”
Giulio continued, "Even so, there are too many people invited each time. The temple can only select less than ten people to become cultivators each time, so it is impossible to admit them all. That's why there is this examination process."
“Even a powerful nation like Venice only receives an invitation once in a while. Bai Longtang and I have been fighting each other, which is actually a competition for the qualification to be tested. But neither of us is sure that we will pass the test and enter the inner palace.”
After listening to their stories, Qin Mo understood the tragedy of these "geniuses" from the Western Continent. A territory roughly the size of the Great Xia was divided into hundreds of large and small factions, each vying to send its own geniuses to the Holy Temple. It was easy to imagine that every step towards the Holy Temple was fraught with intrigue, competition, and danger. It was under these conditions that the Western Continent Holy Temple recruited the most talented young people with the best family backgrounds, thus binding their respective factions even closer to the Holy Temple.
Qin Mo and her two companions whispered among themselves on the sidelines, pointing and commenting on the knights and young geniuses being tested in the arena, gradually attracting the attention of the crowd. All three were tall and elegant, with outstanding demeanor, especially Qin Mo, who had already made several young girls' hearts race.
"Young man, are you a cultivator from the Great Xia?" The strongest knight commander couldn't stand it anymore and asked Qin Mo, but his voice was gentle, unlike the stern tone he had used when speaking to others.
“Knight Commander Wenger, this is His Highness Qin Mo, an invited cultivator. He doesn’t know the entrance to the inner sanctum, so I’m leading the way for him.” Elisa gave the knight commander a strange courtly bow and carefully explained to Qin Mo.
"Hehe! Our Elisa is always so kind. How are you doing at the Athens Theological Seminary?"
"Thank you, Commander Knight, I have learned a lot..."
Qin Mo noticed the unusual behavior of the Knight Commander and nudged Giulio beside him, asking for a reason with his eyes. Giulio silently mouthed "Uncle," which made Qin Mo suddenly realize that he remembered Wenger Stellia, mentioned by the red-robed priest Julian at the entrance of the Temple of Sages. It seemed that this was the Knight Commander.
"Young man, is the formal attire you're wearing... the royal attire of the Great Xia Dynasty? Are you a member of the Great Xia royal family?"
"Yes, Your Highness Wenger." Qin Mo's answer was very simple, which puzzled Wenger. His gentle greeting only received a cold reply. This Great Xia person was really naive.
“Perhaps he’s as strong as any of the previous Great Xia people! But judging from his appearance, we should warn him not to cause trouble for the female cultivators in the temple.” Wenger looked at the handsome Qin Mo and instantly had an idea.
"This is my invitation letter. Please examine it, Knight Commander!" Qin Mo handed over his golden invitation letter, which emanated a special aura, attracting a wave of envious gasps.
“I can sense the unique aura on it without even checking it. Is that ‘divine favor’, Your Highness Heatherine?” Wenger first confirmed Qin Mo’s invitation, but then turned to ask the woman in white gauze standing quietly in the corner.
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