Versatile Mage: One innate talent for each system

Chapter 260 The Familiar Flower of the Holy City

The western end of the Alps.

The holy city is located here.

At this time, the sky over the holy city was clear and there was no sign of the torrential rain near the coastline.

Even as the coastlines of the entire world rise dramatically, the holy city remains unmoved.

They sit high in positions of power, indifferent to the suffering that occurs in the world.

Many magical organizations and nations around the world are very dissatisfied with the Holy City's arrogance and actions.

But the Holy City's strength is what it is, so no matter how dissatisfied they are, they can only endure it.

Jiang Yuan and Mu Nujiao appeared in front of the towering city gate of the Holy City.

Jiang Yuan led Mu Nujiao in, making no attempt to conceal their presence, through the main gate of the Holy City.

At the most magnificent spire of the Holy City, golden pupils gleaming with the light of the sun gazed at him, as if the entire sky were occupied by the flames of the sun.

The flames swept over Jiang Yuan.

Sensations of heat, light, judgment, and purification surged throughout my body.

In a fleeting moment, the light vanished.

The grand scene did not attract much attention, because the golden dragon's eye would scan the entire city every now and then, leaving no evil or darkness to hide.

At least that's what they say on the surface.

In reality, there is far too much darkness hidden within the Holy City.

Ancient vampires live in seclusion here, and even Apas's second sister from the original timeline has the means to live right under the nose of the Holy City.

Jiang Yuan felt the hand he was holding was a little tight, and turned around to comfort him, "Don't worry, relax, just think of it as a vacation."

Upon hearing this, Mu Nujiao pursed her lips and took a deep breath to calm herself down.

The two entered the holy city openly and honestly.

Normally, heretics would be branded with the Holy City's heretic mark, which allows the Inquisition to accurately pinpoint their identity and location worldwide.

However, Jiang Yuan clearly does not have any heretical marks on his body.

In addition, Europeans believe that all Asians look the same.

Therefore, Jiang Yuan and Mu Nujiao passed the checkpoint with great ease and swaggered around the streets of the Holy City.

As a holy city with thousands of years of history, its various buildings are filled with the atmosphere of ancient Europe, and some plants are scattered throughout the holy city.

One of them is a pale red flower that is very familiar to Jiangyuan. It grows in many places in the holy city, and a few clusters are placed in every building and storefront.

"Hello, are these pale pink flowers unique to the Holy City? I've never seen them anywhere else." Jiang Yuan asked the owner of an inn as they arrived at the front door.

"You've just arrived in the Holy City, haven't you? This is the Holy City Flower, which brings good luck and sweet dreams. If a mage cultivates under the fragrance of the Holy City Flower, their spiritual power will increase even more rapidly. If you want it, I'll sell it to you for this price."

The boss held up two fingers.

"Two hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, this Holy City Flower is yours. Don't even think about picking Holy City Flowers on the streets. If you are caught by the patrolling mages, the fine for one flower is five million."

Jiang Yuan smiled.

He is indeed very rich, but he is not a sucker.

Away from the inn, Jiang Yuan and Mu Nujiao continued walking towards the center of the holy city.

Incidentally, Jiang Yuan also consecrated all the plants in the entire holy city.

When the Holy City Flower was being enlightened, Jiang Yuan felt for the first time the plants were expressing clear emotions of joy and jubilation, as if they were seeing a good friend they hadn't seen for many years.

At the same time, Jiang Yuan also saw all the historical images of the holy city from its construction to the present day, as well as that supreme figure whose light was beyond belief.

That is the Heavenly Father.

Standing on the land of the yet-to-be-built holy city, holding high the radiance of the seven heavens, ascending into the plane of light.

The power he left behind has shaped every future archangel and holy city.

From then on, the holy city stood at the western end of the Alps, becoming the supreme holy land for magicians all over the world.

Even through the image, Jiang Yuan could feel the power of the Heavenly Father, far beyond what he could currently comprehend.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Father currently resides in the plane of light, shepherding humanity through seven archangels, and will not enter the main plane.

"This is too expensive, 200,000 yuan for a single flower, it's like robbery," Mu Nujiao complained.

She took out the same Holy City Flower from her bosom and smiled, "Look, this is the one you gave me last time. So it's the Holy City Flower. No wonder it hasn't withered at all. I put it by my bedside every night before I go to sleep."

Jiang Yuan looked down.

The Nazca Ruins Flower, which looks exactly like the Holy City Flower, remains unchanged, showing no signs of withering, as if time cannot carve the lines of time onto its petals.

When Jiang Yuan picked it up, he could feel the life in the flower; it had not weakened.

Then let's enlighten him/her.

When the thought arises, the flower is incorporated into the plant's consciousness network.

In an instant, everything that this flower had experienced appeared in Jiang Yuan's mind—a historical image that was even more distant and ancient than that of the Heavenly Father.

Jiang Yuan suddenly stood in the middle of the street, his eyes closed and motionless.

"Hmm?" Mu Nujiao stopped and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

At this moment, Jiang Yuan was immersed in historical images and did not respond to Mu Nujiao's words.

The patrolling monks noticed the situation and quickly approached.

“We are patrolling mages from the Holy City. We are about to conduct a lawful search of you. Please provide us with your personal information. If you do not cooperate, we have the right to arrest you,” said Patrol Mage Lande.

Mu Nujiao looked at Jiang Yuan and then at Lan De, unsure of what to do, so she could only provide her personal information.

"What about his?" Lan De asked, pointing at Jiang Yuan.

The more he looked at Jiang Yuan, the more suspicious he found him.

Who stands on the street with their eyes closed and doesn't move at all?

Even if he provides personal information, he will still take Jiang Yuan back for a thorough investigation.

"His body is a little..." Before Mu Nujiao could finish speaking, Jiang Yuan had already opened his eyes.

His eyes flickered, as if he were thinking about something.

"This is my identification information." Coming back to his senses from the historical images, Jiang Yuan calmly handed over his identification documents, while giving Mu Nujiao a reassuring look.

Lan De took the documents and examined them carefully.

Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.

The information above is exactly the same as the heretic recently wanted by the Holy City!
Unable to believe his eyes, Lande confirmed again and again that the Asian man standing in front of him was indeed the heretic Jiang Yuan!

How dare he come to the Holy City!

This is a blatant provocation against the Holy City!
"He is Jiang Yuan, a heretic! Arrest him!!" Lan De shouted immediately.

The patrolling mages moved swiftly, and the moment the arrest order was given, they surrounded Jiang Yuan and Mu Nujiao from all sides, their bodies glowing with magical light.

(End of this chapter)