Versatile Mage

I don't know why, Movan always thought that the president of the black club would come.

Probably been dealing with the Black Holy See for a long time, knowing more or less the inner world of these perverts.

Since he can do this, it means that he will never be willing to be a fugitive.

The culprit's heart must be insane, insane because a small thing dares to trigger the tragedy of Green Sprout Island as a whole. In that case, Movan let Babbitt go and let the chairman know that there is another person in the world who is crazier than him!

It's a psychological game, and Movan wants Babbitt to tell the chairman, "I'm here to give you a chance to destroy evidence, witnesses, kill me if you can!"

He's coming, this guy's really coming.

Obviously, the other party is not mentally retarded either. Before he came, he had his men conduct a very careful inspection of the neighborhood. Perhaps he should also use some of his own power to visit the Temple of Tampatnon, the government and the military, and find that the matter of Green Bud Island did not come out, and there was no ambush in the neighborhood, so the hall of worship appeared.

“To be honest, it's been a long time since I've seen someone like you looking for a dead man who could kill a few of my scumbags, which doesn't mean that you and I, the president of the Black Jewellery Society, can call the board, little brother, and you can make the stupidest decision today. But I was wondering, why are you doing this?” The Godfather of the Wu Church asked.

“Why did you kill the Green Bud Island people?” Movan questioned.

“It was actually just an accident. Babbitt was in charge of the Chamber of Commerce, and I heard that there was a very short-sighted forest owner who didn't have much respect for our black decorations, and coincidentally my new magic pet needed a walk, so I went to the olive grove myself. As a result, something interesting happened, something planted by the forest owner made my demon pet crazy, and I couldn't stop it, accidentally dying more people, and being seen by more Green Bud Island residents. I thought about it, anyway, I'm in charge of letting Dick close it down, let me play with my magic pet for a while, buy a few officers, things will be easy to deal with... everything is so coincidental, everything is so bad again, um, well, it can be called the butterfly effect.” The Godfather of the Wu Church said.

A butterfly in the rainforest of the Amazon Basin in South America occasionally flaps its wings and can trigger a tornado in Texas, United States, in two weeks. That's the butterfly effect.

Babbitt had stated the whole thing before. He said it basically matched the situation of the Bishop of the Wu Church. It was a very small thing. The owners of the forest did not cooperate with the Black Jewellery Club, and the Black Jewellery would retaliate...

That's one simple cause, nothing else.

There were just too many coincidences in there, pushing the whole thing into a state of shock for Greece.

“In Crete, it doesn't make any difference to me whether cleaning up a forest owner or sinking an island because I have that ability to clean things up, just like now I have that ability to clean you up too... you haven't answered me yet, and why are you doing this?” The Godfather of the Wu Church asked.

“I'll be here because a young man we just met died, his name is Shelby.” Movan said.

“Shepard?” Babbitt frowned and looked at Babbitt next to him.

“It was a lazy woodlander who was a survivor, and I took care of him with a few of my men, and who knew, got into this guy.” Babbitt replied.

“Because of someone like that?” The Godfather of the Wu Church was also somewhat surprised.

“Can't you ruin a city island with a black grudge and tear up a big lie? Can't I ruin your whole black club with the death of a young man I think is great! To me, killing one of your little members is no different than destroying your whole black accessory, after all, I have that strength.” Movan said.

After listening to this, the facial expression of the godfather of the Wu Church clearly twitched.

This kid is even crazier than himself!!

“Hope you've seen my demon pet and that dare to say those words!” The president of the Wu Church said with some anger.

Being a B can't be someone else, this is such a shameful and disgraceful thing, it is destroying a city island, even the people of the Black Holy See don't necessarily have such merit, why is this kid so fierce in front of himself!!

“You two, take care of the other two boys. I'll take care of this one myself!” The Godfather of the Wu Church said to two colleagues around him.

“Chairman, the people of the Patnon Temple are still on Crete Island. Would you bring them here if you called out Demon at this time?” The vice president of Black Jewellery said.

“My demon, they can't trace it, just let the people under them get some false information.” The Godfather of the Wu Church said.

“Well, I don't see how long it'll take.” The vice president laughed.

……

Movan stood there and was not in a hurry to attack.

He needs to summon the most important monster, Trident!

Only when this guy shows up will everything be most convincing and the whole Green Bud Island event be completely public!

Nor is the godfather so arrogant that he thinks that Movan et al. are a common group of magicians who can easily slaughter a man like General Zodik, who must be a young magician above the sky.

It can be said that the man in front of him is the youngest super-class magician the godfather of the Uzbek Church has ever seen, and as a leader of a church and guild, he is very good at analyzing a person's mentality.

The more magical genius he had, the more arrogant he was in his bones, the more he could see that he had been killed alone all along.

It's better this way, things get easier.

Whoever is strong enough to survive, then the whole thing will evolve in the direction they both want.

“You've always wanted to see my demon, haven't you? Then feel the power of the demon!” The Godfather of the Wu Church suddenly took a step forward, holding the stone drop in his chest with his hands.

Movan stared closely at the Uzbek godfather, and he did not have any magical evocation.

The process he was calling seemed closer to some kind of wickedness, as if it were a terrible agreement with some dark creature.

“~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!!! ”

The ocean trembled with a howl.

As the glow of the evil moon falls on the turbulent surface of the sea, the moonlight strangely separates the sea water, and you can see a horrible, demonic head revealed!