Versatile Mage

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Over the Alpine Snow Mountain Ramp, a group of saint magicians dressed in blue flew past the birds in the evening. The snow stopped and the sun shone their overflowing shadows on the white snow mountain...

“There's no one down there!” A sharp-eyed magician pointed down the path.

The crowd lowered their altitude, and the others approached the snow mountains to see a man, who was lying in the snow, unable to see his face.

“Looks like a cold jade! ”

The leader walked past and flipped him over carefully.

A younger face, pale skin, those blood vessels are blue. His body was so rigid that he was apparently frozen by snow. His eyes opened and he stared dead at the sky after flipping over, without a hint of magic.

“It's Cold Lord!” The magician who first found someone here said.

“He... died.” headed by a magician.

The magicians circled, and they re-examined it, even the body.

Indeed, this man is a cold-blooded man, and he is by no means a brilliant alternate, and the imprint of the Inmates of the Court of the Holy See cannot be diverted.

But he's already a corpse.

Had it not been for that eye-catching magician, Cold Lord would have been like the least visible mountain animal to freeze to death in the Alps. By dark, it would have been covered in snow, and the next day it would have begun to rot under snow...

“The Black Holy See went to great lengths to rescue him, why...”

“Take it back first. ”

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Lake Geneva, a fishing stairway is parallel to the brilliance of morning light falling on the lake, where a man in a cloak sits motionless, like an artist carved here.

On the shore, a woman in a snow-white fox cashmere robe walked over, looked around and finally looked at the person who was fishing.

“Handled well.” The fisherman made a sound.

“Shura's credit.” Sarang said.

“Shura has been arrogant and disobedient and will cause us trouble sooner or later. It is indeed a perfect plan for you to dispose of Cold Lord.” The fisherman said.

“I'm a little confused as to why I had to kill him, since I brought him out.” Sarang asked.

“A man who has been in contact with the Court for almost a year is no longer worthy of use. Cold Lord, Shura, these two cardinal cardinals need to be chosen. Do you have any good recommendations, Sarang?” The fisherman asked.

“It's up to you.” Sarang said.

“This is the message of the judge who called the wreckage, and here is a list of people close to him.” The fisherman said.

“Mmm.”

Sarang took the envelope and turned around and left.

The fisherman was always sitting there and didn't look at Sarang's side. The water under the line fluctuated constantly, and the fish were already hooked, but he never pulled the line...

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The city streets, shaded by trees, adorned with painted floor stone bricks, and a snow-white fox-clothed sarong hike in the streets, are not so different from those of the bright and stylish urban ladies, who blend in perfectly.

“Teacher.” A woman in a long blue weave leaned over and intimately held Salang's tall arm.

Sarang did not speak.

The two of them strolled like friends and occasionally attracted the attention of some men, but who would have thought that this vicious and pervasive Cardinal of the Black Holy See often walked like this in the city where people came from… they did not live in underground tunnels, did not hide in the shady castle, and did not gather in the temple church with strange and strange patterns.

“You don't have to look into that fisherman, he's just a pronouncer, not a pope.” Sarang seemed to know what the blue bat was anxious for, sayin 'faintly.

“The Pope asked you to kill the Cold Lord, and you did so, and the world could save a man from the dungeons of the Court and kill him, only you, the Pope, who, since he was afraid to disclose some important information to the Court, should now be very confident that the teacher who executed the Cold Lord for him was you, and why do you use pronouncers like this?” The blue bat asked.

“When Cold Lord dies, no one in the world knows who he is, and even if we now have his trust, why bother him again?” Sarang said.

“So now no one really knows who the Pope is?” The blue bat asked hastily.

Salang's lips floated gently.

Nobody knows?

When the Pope thinks the Cold Lord is dead, he'll be fine?

This guy, who thinks he can hide from the clouds and manipulate the whole world in the abyss, will one day die just like the rest of them!

“Has the extradition chief left?” Sarang asked.

“Leaving, everything was carried out according to plan, without any leakage, the people of the Court did not suspect the Casa people, after all, in addition to the people of the Casa people, the Alpine Academy and the men of Isoya had entered the Court. But there is a hidden danger.” Blue bat said.

“Say it," said Salander.

“Mulberry. Mubai was the first person to be extradited. Mubai also recognized her. Although she could not speak of the extent of the breakthrough, if she were to be associated with Mugae, everything would be traceable. After all, the first person to be extradited would be Mubai's sister in name.” Blue bat said.

“Solution.” Sarando.

“The first is to extradite the head of the Court of First Instance for a change of identity, but the people of the Court of First Instance will now stare dead at those who have stepped into the Court of First Instance, and any noticeable change in these people, death, disappearance or departure from their original area of activity, will raise suspicion in the Court of First Instance.” Blue bat said.

“Her identity cannot change for the time being.” Sarang said.

One more person of the Casa clan is still alive, and extradition must continue to be with Hekasa.

“Only Mulberry died. Now that Mubai is in the Van Xue Mountains, his power has begun to overstep, it is difficult for our people to infiltrate China today, let alone the powerful executioner. I have a suggestion to let the extradition leader handle himself, Mubai did not doubt Yan Qiu's identity, let the extradition leader draw Mubai out and then execute him..." said Blue Bat.

“Mubai's death at the hands of the extraditing head is tantamount to telling those around him who the extraditing head is. Don't forget how Tiju died.” Sarang snorted coldly.

“Yes… it is students who are not well considered.” The blue bat said hastily.

“Let the ghost help.” Sarando.

“Ghosts... Ghosts!” The blue bat heard the name overwhelmingly cold.

“In the name of killing Movan…” Sarang said.