Versatile Mage

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“Ow!! ”

There was a wolf screaming from afar, which seemed to be the voice of the four wolves, and this guy's dog nose was much more intelligent than the other wolves.

Movan immediately rushed over with his voice, about half a kilometre along, and another noise came and went on and on and on and on and on and on.

“There's a waterfall?” Movan followed the four wolves.

Four wolves led the way ahead, and soon the waterfall burst closer.

Turns out the ninth mountain gang is in this waterfall position, Mofan searched for the past, I really didn't think there was a vast mountain river here, the river just cut off in front of himself in this raised hill position, turned into a white dragon impacting the deep pool below.

The Ninth Mountain Gang is just above the waterfall, on a sand canal that breaks open the river.

It's a sand continent. It's actually a big rock with a very stable foundation. The rock has a basketball court size and a stone gang is built on it.

“So this is it?” Movan stared at the hill on this waterfall.

To be honest, it doesn't look like a Black Holy See pharmaceutical factory at all. At least there is a more decent plot of land. There are a lot of armed men patrolling, and there are dozens of meters of big chimney rolling chemical factory inside...

“Looks like nobody?” Movan walked past and the rushing river seemed ready to wash this hillbilly beneath the waterfall.

When he reached the hill, Movan knocked on the wooden door with his hand.

“Anybody in there, I'm a teacher at Ojos Sacred College, came to the mountains hunting and got lost. Is this the hill? Is there a way to guide me back to school? Hello, is there anybody in there?” Movan shouted.

Without playing around with them, Movan intends to break in directly.

“Squeak! ”

Just as Movan planned to use force, the door slowly opened.

First a curly hair is reflected like a canvas, followed by a white, full face with a lazy look interrupted by a few naps, followed by a scent.

A girl of good age?

Deep Mountain Old Forest, an important defensive hillbilly actually has an age-old woman napping in it??

“Suitable for sleeping in rainy weather, is this gentleman interested?” The woman asked with a smile that her eyes were so seductive that she could not help but strip her clean.

“Cough, I'm a lost person, not sleeping with a fairy, I just want to ask you, do you have a very strange looking person here, like a middle-aged fat man hiding in the sewer selling corpse oil?” Movan asked.

“No, but the little witch in the mountains in the silk robe has one. Would you be interested?” The woman who calls herself a little witch said.

“Concentrate what potion, can I see it?” Movan provoked his eyebrows.

“Yes, I like it when people appreciate me and my work.” The little witch opened the door and invited Movan in.

Movan walked in without thinking.

Once inside, Movan saw a body in a place that was supposed to be a dining table.

Not the human body, but the corpse of a mountain man covered in pork hair, whose five dirty hearts appeared, seemingly for ease of observation, with several illuminating lights pointing at it.

“It's also funny, as long as I feed it to drink this, it goes crazy and sees everything attack.” The little witch said.

“Isn't there a lot of people in the Andes?” Movan said.

“Yes, so I was wondering, if we were to spill this medicine in the rain, baptize the Andes for three days and three nights, what would remain of the Sacred Academy of Ojos?” The little witch laughed brightly.

“Probably turned into a mass grave.” Movan said along her lines.

“Ha ha, Movan, would you like to witness such a beautiful sight with me?” Little witch.

“I didn't introduce myself.” Movan frowned.

“You've seen it through... but you still owe me one, if I hadn't helped you kill the woman next to Cold Lord, you wouldn't be able to release yourself completely. You guys are amazing. How about you find this place, and you give it back as if you didn't see anything?” The little witch looks delighted.

“Blue bats, it's not the first time we've met, there's no need to play those boring tricks. Why don't you give me all the water from this extraction and I'll leave you a corpse while I open the net?” Movan asked.

“Bad or bad, don't let go of people's bodies.” The blue bat said delicately.

Blue bat, Sarang's proud doorman, his temperament changed a lot. When he was still under Cold Lord's hand, he looked like a paralyzed innocent woman and pulled out those seemingly pathetic beings.

“Where's your master?” Movan asked.

“Teacher, she's busy, and I'm in charge of this little thing.” The blue bat said.

“Wipe Ojos Sacred College, are you the mastermind?” Movan was somewhat surprised.

“Why are you underestimating people? At least I borrowed your hand to kill Cold Lord. I removed a cardinal bishop. Although my qualifications cannot be equal to those of the cardinal bishop, how can it be the first level of extradition?” Blue bats look delicate.

“Who's the head of the extradition?” Movan asked.

“I'm not an idiot, what do you ask and what do you answer? I love kids, you have a little boy with me, and I train him to take over as Cardinal of the Cold Lord, so I'll tell you who's in charge of extradition.” Blue bat thinking is very strange.

“What's wrong with the Holy School of Ojos?” Movan was too lazy to pick up the blue-bats.

“This can be said to be free.” The blue bat jumped onto the table, and he didn't even want the corpse next to him to be dirty, shaking his long legs, and being patient enough to explain to Movan, "Before becoming the supreme pope, the teacher wanted to finish what he had done in his previous life. So, anybody who throws black stones dies. ”

“The judges of the Holy Court who found Son Vincent guilty??” Movan stunned for a moment.

Only a short time ago, Herring, the headmaster of the Holy College of Ojos, told himself that he had served in the Court of the Holy See, where he got that boiling lake, and that Principal Herring was one of the judges in the former Ventai case!!

“It turns out you haven't figured out the teacher's criminal motives for so long... Pfft, the teacher's way of redemption.” Blue bats rushed to change their mouths.

“Did you just say that your teacher wanted to end what happened in her last life, and if she died, she was dead?” Movan suddenly noticed a detail in the blue bat language.

“Idiot, the teacher is now sealed of death. The identity before death, of course, is a previous life. Aren't you still the son-in-law of your last life?” Blue bat said.

Movan's face is black. What the hell is this?