Versatile Mage

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Alps High Altitude Holy Snow Mountain

In a snowy mountain like a snowmoon pond, dozens of ancient European buildings glowing with warm golden glitter in the snow are evenly distributed and solemnly quiet.

After a long night of heavy snow, a few servants with ancient lights stepped on the thick snow, leaving all the halls spotless, they completed their duty for the day, returning to their warm cabins, raising the stove and sleeping comfortably.

When these old servants went to sleep, the entire Court fell asleep, and there were no patrols, because few had dared to build it here so far, and the Court was a hall of excellence above the Magic Society of the Five Continents!

“Heh! Heh! Heh, heh! ”

After the snow bell was ringing, the snow uploaded a not slow footsteps, many of the saint magicians heard, but they didn't care too much, there will always be such a dull old servant to lose his dreams, don't bother with this kind of thing.

The Sanctuary dungeon is situated against the sun, and the footsteps stop here...

Deep in the dungeon, there was a cell that had been sealed with a whole seven blocks, with no electricity, several oil lamps on, a few places where the glow of darkness could not be illuminated at all, and the whole cell was still covered in darkness.

There's nothing on the long lane, nothing but those old stones.

At the end of the corridor, it was the seven confined rooms, the thick arms of the wooden stakes were not more than 78 cm apart, forming an even simpler gate, but only in such a small facility that no one had ever escaped from it.

“Who's over there!” In the cell, a voice sounded crisp.

“Ta-da! Ta-da! Tap!" The heel landed on the rock in a regular fashion, a figure slightly taller and thinner slowly walked down the long lane towards the cell door.

The oil lamp couldn't show her. The talking teenager sitting in the cell started to feel a little restless. He seemed to recognize the person who was walking towards this place. How could she possibly be here? This is the Holy See. It's the dungeon of the Holy See. Now the magicians of the world have an ideal, which is to throw the person in front of them into this dungeon.

But she came herself, just like that, walking in idle court, even Cold Lord wanted to shout out at this moment and tell the magicians who slept to death that the worst cardinal was on your turf, hurry up and catch him!

“Not welcome?” The woman in a pair of high heels grabbed the rudimentary interrogation bench next to her and stacked her long legs together, leaning slightly backwards with a slight laziness.

“I don't think you're here to get me out. Your men killed my favorite woman!” Cold Lord was a little angry.

“Blue bats are my more proud doorman.” Sarang said.

“How did you get in here? This is the Court!” Cold Lord finally couldn't resist questioning.

There is actually a little hope in Cold Lord's heart that now that the cardinal can enter the dungeon of the Court like a ghost, it means that she will most likely be able to get herself out of here!

“The maid next to Hekassa was one of mine, and the man who happened to be in the Court of Cassation left her here.” Sarang said.

“Huh, your guts aren't ordinary.” Cold Lord said.

“Who is the Pope?” Sarang asked.

“Do you think I'll tell you?” Cold Lord laughed.

“As a condition, I'll get you out of here.” Sarang seems to be ready for this.

Cold Lord's eyes lit up again!

Sure enough, Sarang has that ability.

In this dungeon of the Sacred Court, he is interrogated every day by those old wizards whose teeth are about to fall out. Cold Lord feels like he is going crazy, either let him die or let him leave here!

“Can you really get me out of here?” Cold Lord said with some excitement.

“What I need is the Pope's name.” Sarang repeated.

“I don't know his name, but I have a way of letting you know, you get me out of here right now, and I'll tell you. Sarang, if you really want to know who the Pope is, you have to do everything you can to get me out of here. I'm the only Cardinal who can show you who he really is!” Cold Lord said.

Sarang smiled. “I know, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Wait a few days and you'll see the sun again. ”

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City, with some magical crushed crystals, Movan returned to Pearl College with the members of the Learning Society.

Just getting back to his apartment, Movan was going to take the crushed crystal to Ling Ling to study it, and suddenly a quick knock sounded.

Movan went to open the door and found out it was Zhao Manyan.

“Where have you been all this time?” Zhao Manyan asked angrily.

“It's hard to say. Why?” Movan asked.

“Big things, big things happen internationally, don't you know!” Zhao Manyan spoke loudly.

“Oh, I'm in the old forest of Deep Mountain, what's the big deal? Wouldn't there be one more curse master somewhere, or one more curse master to go?? May there be no pain in heaven.” Movan provoked his eyebrows.

“Wow, you really don't know! It was Cardinal Cardinal, who was arrested.” Zhao Manyan said.

“Sarang??” Movan, the whole thing is one vibration!

“Not Sarang, a cardinal bishop in South America, taken by a magistrate in Brazil, has been escorted to the Holy Court. Movan, you've done a great job!” Zhao Manyan said.

“Me? What does it have to do with me? I only caught a cold jazz. What does that Brazilian cardinal have to do with me?" ”Movan said without understanding.

“Are you stupid? Think for yourself, the Court of the Holy See has not caught a member of the Black Holy See of the cardinal rank, but how long after you sent the cardinal in, you caught another one. It must have been a man of the Court of the Holy See who escaped the extremely precious information from the mouth of the cardinal, which locked the cardinal in Brazil, you do not know, this cardinal in Brazil is also a great pervert, the famous cursed rainforest in Hehe, Brazil is his masterpiece!” Zhao Manyan said.

“Cursed rainforest, as if we had heard when we arrived in Brazil, was it not a lost forest?” Movan asked.

“Around thirteen years ago, there was an earlier city in the Amazon Forest called the Micah, because the security junction was compressed by the demons of the Amazon, and these clandestine people began to migrate downstream to the river basin at the request of the government. It was a relatively large migration of people to the Brazilian rainforest, but when they were passing through a dense rainforest, they were subjected to a cursed prison laid by a cursed magician, and all the migrants were trapped in the rainforest… Since then, Bishop Shuro has spread notoriety in South America until now, and those painful ghosts will not disperse for another thirty years. ”