Versatile Mage

Movan frowned.

How come people have seen it for themselves?

Is the world so small that it's either the lurker of the Black Holy See or the trial, and everybody's playing with who's undercover??

“Aren't you Japanese?” Movan said to the man in the sky with the wings of the propeller wind.

The man fell, and he swept a glance at Pooh, a woman trampled by Queen Flannel.

Identification is important, even though Pooh recently handed Movan a similar trial card.

However, he also extended his right hand and had an oath mark on his wrist.

This affidavit mark represents a vow of soul taken by the Trial Chamber field personnel to never betray the Trial Chamber.

Pledge tree, Movan believes.

I'm just here to see how the counselor Miyamoto Shin is!

“Multiple identities are inevitable since they serve as trial field personnel. My father is also a field judge, mostly active in Japan. So in order to better integrate into the international community, I mostly acted as a Japanese citizen and had to admit that citizenship had given me a great deal of convenience, and no one would associate me with the Chinese trials.” Miyamoto explained.

“Indeed, if you hadn't been here, I wouldn't have expected you to work for Tang Zhong. But aren't you on the student council bureau?” Movan said.

“I was loyal to the court when I was sixteen years old. I was supposed to return home from the Sacred Academy of Ojos. I dug up some information about the Salang faction in South America, so I stayed at the Sacred Academy of Ojos, where students changed from students to mentors..." Miyamoto laughed.

Miyamoto Singh in the Holy College of Ojos is actually the equivalent of further education, after which he returns home.

Who knew there were signs of Sarang's frequent activities in South America, and he was helpless to remain in school, but as a graduate, the only way he could stay was as a tutor.

“So it's no coincidence that you, as a mentor to our three Chinese mentors, arranged this?” Movan asked.

“Yes, considering you're special executions, I wouldn't dare say so.” Miyamoto said.

Movan nodded.

Shin Miyamoto is stationed at the Sacred Academy of Okhos as a Japanese, so even Shin Miyamoto's visit to receive the three Mofans would not be suspicious. Indeed, Shin Miyamoto's status as a Japanese provided a good cover for his position as a Trial Chamber field officer.

Trial court field personnel are very similar to senior members of the Holy See, and once exposed and extremely dangerous, concealment can maximize value.

“Do you know her?” Movan refers to Pooh.

“School identity is acquaintance, but I didn't know she was a field judge, let alone a traitor.” Miyamoto snorted coldly.

No wonder the people of the Black Holy See at the Sacred Academy of Ojos were so rampant that their field judges could not always find a breakthrough and there was a traitor working for them.

“The man on this list, look if you know him.” Movan sent the list information directly to Miyamoto Singh.

It doesn't matter if the Black Holy See plays double locks because Mofan has a copy in his phone anyway.

Simon Miyamoto immediately opened his eyes and was quickly sweeping through this dense list of numbness.

At the same time, a variety of sounds were heard nearby.

Soon, a lot of hurried footsteps came from outside, and a lot of people gathered all at once.

“are our brothers in the trial.” Miyamoto said.

“Is everybody okay?” Movan asked.

“All have the latest oath tree mark.” Miyamoto said.

“You assign people.” Mofan is not very good at mobility, especially since he has no idea what competencies these field adjudicators have.

Continuously, people dressed in different professional clothes walked in, and they had all been instructed to do so.

“So it's you, Blue Swallow, who didn't expect you to break down the Black Holy See branch, and we all look very useless in front of your young man.” An uncle with a cigarette said.

The uncle was wearing a vest full of greasy muscles like he had just come out of a blacksmith's shop.

“Where, thanks to this Honourable Mo, he also discovered the traitors among us.” Miyamoto Shin refers to a muddy Pooh on the ground.

“A canary?” Uncle Blacksmith seemed to recognize Pooh, with some surprise.

Movan's balls hurt, how come these guys are all code-named birds?

“Your Excellency, the canary has always been loyal, and I don't quite understand what she has done?” Uncle Blacksmith frowned and asked.

“She works for the Black Holy See.” Movan replied.

“Ask what you did?” Uncle Blacksmith went on to ask.

“Did the boss send you to torture me?” Movan was somewhat dissatisfied.

Listen to Uncle Blacksmith, you're wrong about Pooh??

“I don't dare, I just want to figure it out, and I can go on with the interrogation.” Uncle Blacksmith replied.

“Miyamoto Sing, this man does not want, the others stay.” Movan said to Miyamoto Singh.

“What do you mean, I'm a field judge, and since I've been instructed to do so, I'm naturally responsible.” Uncle Blacksmith looked up and was very full of attitude towards Movan.

“Bee, you go back and wait for the notice.” Miyamoto Singh understood what Movan meant, to Uncle Blacksmith.

Now that Tang Zhong has issued a full powers assignment order or has been approved by the Speaker, Movan does not need to explain too much to these people at all.

To be perfectly clear, Movan has been given the highest authority, and all the trial judges in the field have fully complied with his orders.

Why did you do that?

The Black Holy See was lurking in society, and the vast majority even seemed innocent, but if implemented with a questionable attitude, it would surely release those key figures.

Uncle Blacksmith, it was clear that he was thinking about Movan asking for an argument, mostly because he thought Pooh couldn't be a traitor.

What about the truth?

Whatever this relationship is with Uncle Blacksmith and Vinnie, Movan can't let anyone question his judgment now that he's been given the authority to deploy and is planning a list sweep.

Miyamoto Shin came in without asking.

Other field adjudicators came in and did not ask much.

Only this guy.

Uncle Blacksmith's phone rang at a time when he was feeling humiliated and angry.

Movan was too lazy to explain to this high-minded guy to answer the phone.

“Movan?” There was a message of congratulations from the senator.

“Mm-hmm." Movan answered.

“You don't suspect I have a problem, do you?” May the voice be a little low.

Looks like Meng has been informed that this Pooh he sponsored is a traitor.