Versatile Mage

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When Heidi arrived in Movan's room, she saw Bran's concubine in her pajamas and coat, and it was a good thing that Heidi was a little girl in this regard, so she could easily believe the lies that Movan and Bran were joining forces.

“Teacher, Teacher Cobalt told me, when I arrived at the Sacred Court, to celebrate Yule's tomb. I don't know the exact location, did Mr. Bran Concubine until?” Heidi asked.

“Yes, but wait for me. I need to change. Wait for me at the Palace of the Gods.” Bran concubine said.

“Can't I be here?” Heidi asked strangely.

“Well... that Movan also said he wanted to go to worship, and we met him there.” Bran's concubine came up with a terrible reason.

“Oh, oh, I didn't think he still had that heart, okay.” Heidi nodded and was also a pretty gullible girl.

Bran's concubine closed the door, which reminded me that she hastily came here without bringing her clothes. How do I change this?

She had to go back in her coat and sneak back to where she lived.

“Well, did she believe it?” Movan asked.

“Yes, but you have to come with me to worship Yule.” Bran concubine said.

“Oh, good.” Movan nodded and decided not to mention yesterday, what to do.

Bran's concubine looked at Movan like that, bit her lip, hesitated for a long time not knowing what to say about last night, she herself was quite confused, why she was so disoriented last night...

“Movan, about last night..." Bran concubine felt she couldn't just pass away silently.

“It's okay. People talk nonsense when they get sick. I can understand that.” Movan said. You didn't admit you did it yourself, Movan!

“I may not be very good at expressing myself, but I hope you won't be frightened by my behavior yesterday.” Bran's concubine lowered her head half the time and was able to speak as frankly as possible, but her face was still a little hot.

“Not good at expressing?” Movan herself wondered why she wasn't very good at expressing herself. Did she not even realize that something was wrong with her body was caused by drugs?

The concubine did not go on, and Movan went to the Palace of the Gods with her when she changed her clothes.

The Palace of the Gods is a symbol of the Holy See. Its shape is not very different from that of some luxurious temples, but its sky dome is a world-class work of art. A total of three hundred and thirty-three different religiously different gods have no sense of peacekeeping at the top of a sky dome arc. It can be said that it interprets all the world's recognized beliefs, it is not complicated, and every interwoven picture background implies stories and inheritance that will never be forgotten...

Some artists can sit here and study for 10 years without getting tired of it, but with the recent closure of the snow, the weak poet artists have had difficulty getting to this high Alpine altitude, and there will be more reasons to get here.

Movan doesn't know anything about this stuff, so he doesn't even have the intention to look up and appreciate it, but he thinks it would be a great place to treat the cervical spine.

“Let's go.” Bran concubine said.

Movan followed the two women, and once a lie had been spilled, he had to make up for it with several lies. He had no interest in worshipping Yule at all, and had to go on with Bran's concubine.

Bran's concubine reacted unexpectedly, she was more calm than she thought, and more than she thought... I don't know, it might be a little too silly to say.

Yule's tomb is beneath an ice cliff east of the Court, to get out of the range of the Peak Sky Screen. Instead, the Court will choose a place. This high snow mountain is full of uncultivated spirituality, and it is believed that the common magicians who come here to practise are like being held by the elementary spirit fixer.

The footprints left along the way were covered by heavy snow and goose fur. Even in the early morning, it was difficult to see any sunshine. The heavens and the earth were always dark and dominated by obscure white, and it was generally not until noon that the sun could barely be seen.

Soon after, Movan finally saw the ice cliff, and they were beneath the ice cliff, and a big shoots of ice fell from the jaw of the ice cliff to a position close to the ground, pointy as a spear, but crystal clear.

Beneath these dripping ice shoots, there is a square tombstone, half covered with snow and covered with ice, carefully swept the tombstone and then placed a handful of prepared snow-capped flowers in front of the tomb.

They stood there with their hands resting on their full chests, with their heads slightly lowered, saying some souvenir words for the dead, sounding like singing, whispering gently, with a slight sadness...

Movan stood behind them, doing nothing and looking around, and soon some frozen soil beside him caught Movan's attention.

“The ice and snow here should be over five meters thick, right?” Movan asked after the commemoration of both women.

“At least,” concubine Bran said.

“So what happened to these frozen soils, like they were tipped out not long ago.” Movan pointed the finger.

Heidi and Bran's concubine saw the frozen earth, but didn't care too much, but Movan felt very unreasonable.

At the altitude here, coupled with the fact that the season is just spring, the soil is impossible to see before the summer arrives. Five to ten meters of ice is sturdy, and by no means a beast says that it is ripped open, and this should belong to the periphery of the Holy Court, and demons are even more unlikely to come here to die.

Some of this nasty frozen soil, perhaps completely covered in ice in a week or two, will not be noticed, but it will only be covered with a layer of less thick ice, and according to Movan's rough estimate of the weather, it will be turned up from the bottom for less than a month or two.

“What are you trying to say?” Heidi asked. She thought Movan's thinking was strange, and a normal person wouldn't think there was anything wrong with the frozen earth.

“The soil was turned over, or it was next to the grave, and I felt it necessary to make sure Yule wasn't down here.” Movan said with a serious face.

Much more has been done with the dead, and Movan is particularly sensitive when he sees this dirt situation.

Of course, it is not necessarily the work of the dead, in short, the grave was passive.

“Are you sure?” Bran looked at Movan in surprise.

“I'm not sure if the Court has a Dead Spirit Mage. Let the Dead Spirit Mage walk around here and I'll know what's going on down there.” Movan said.