Versatile Mage

Asaria is the head of world intelligence, and she will know that this tragedy in Dubai is not surprising.

Moreover, Zuhuanyao, who in any case represents the State and the Magic Society, is unlikely to be able to obtain the most authentic information from him and leads himself at best.

The truth of the matter still needs to be explored.

And Asaria is different, and what you get from her is often the most real, naked!

Now this is what Movan needs!

She showed up at a very good time.

“Follow me to a place where these people must have something you want to know, if you can trust me.” Asaria said to Movan.

After that, Asaria was already ahead of her, and she didn't have to wait for Movan to answer, and she seemed to approve of Movan's coming.

Movan allowed Wind Royalon to move freely around the city and follow Asarea himself.

They are also shadow systems, both cultivated to a high level, traveling through the dark sands outside Dubai city, Movan and Asarea like two night elves playing in the night, easily and extremely fast, dancing against the cold twilight wind.

It's a golden tent, with giant elephants and camel camels running around it, crowds surrounded by bonfires, drinking and talking horny, filthy words.

Movan counted about seven people.

“See, they have other jewelry between their waists, like you wouldn't not know.” Asaria said.

Movan saw it, so he took the steps of the ghost and quietly walked behind the man with the headscarf full of mustaches.

The thumb bent slightly into a very short finger dagger with dark cloudiness that gently touched the man's neck.

“Head!”

Six other men stood up and looked stunned at Movan, like the ghost of an assassin, behind the man in the beard.

Movan gazed at the other six, and at the same time, the cloudiness broke out of him and turned into six shadows with no face but the outline of Movan.

These six shadows hold the same motion as Movan, holding their throats with their thumbs sharp.

“Where is your guild president?” Movan asked.

“Don't ask them, I know.” Asaria followed.

Just as the voice fell, the necks of the seven men were wiped off, blood was like an art fountain in the spring, sprinkled together towards the central campfire position, and the campfire swayed for a moment, seemingly brighter.

The seven fell simultaneously, leaving no room for struggle, and each face was full of shock.

As the Seven Huns of the Guild of Bad Men, each of them is a black leader who can overthrow a small city, so brushed and killed!

“Are you… so innocent that you're not afraid to beat the snake?” Asaria seemed to see the anger in Movan's heart, saying that she still had a smile on her face.

Asaria has seen so many dead people, she can talk in the cadavers, not to mention the Guild of Guild of Bastards who are already a bunch of animals, either bullying male bullies in the Americas or killing people in Europe to set fire.

“This time it was made by the Guild of Bandits?” Movan asked.

“Of course not. All extreme acts have causes, interests or revenge. What good and hatred do the Guild of Rottens and the scholars have, but they are the perfect people to do this dirty thing for someone else.” Asaria said.

Movan nodded.

So if we find the murder weapon, it's easier to find the killer through it.

……

Now that Asaria knows where the president of the Guild of Guilds is, it's easier.

Keep walking along the sand, and Movan sees a lot of golden tents.

Not surprisingly, they are all members of the Guild of Guilty Men, and everyone has standard Guilty Men's Guild accessories.

Obviously, this whole thing happened very suddenly, including the mastermind behind the scenes, who was not prepared enough to use the Guild of Guilds to confuse and clean up the scene, but also to leave clues.

What Asaria means is, follow the Guild of Guilds and there must be something Movan wants.

Without any mercy from his men, Movan kills anyone who sees the Guild of Bad Men.

He is so angry that he is sad that he is not exasperated, and these gangsters run into each other.

……

Soon after, Movan saw a bunch of camels in an old town carrying all sorts of things, water, wine, food, fruits, blankets and beautiful women.

Looks like the Guild of Bastards are going into the desert for some time.

“The Old Town Station is the Guild of Bandits. They used to do some robbery by holding travellers' goods and wives here to earn ransom. They have umbrellas, so impartial institutions have never had a chance to eradicate them.” Asaria said.

“So kill them all. Is everything all right? No innocent people?” Movant asked deliberately.

“The Guild must wear accessories, which are their pride and a sign to deter others. You're safe to execute. Well, the Virgin doesn't like to fight and kill, so I'll wait for you next door.” Asaria blinked at Movan.

Movan's really pissed off today.

Nor too many thoughts to play with Asarella, Asarella saw Movan as unresponsive as a piece of ice, muttered boringly, grabbed a pear at random, and cut it up gracefully and slowly with a fruit knife.

And when the night descends,

Dark Wong Yang

Movan's darkness materialized in order to roll the waves, swallowing the entire old city station instantly.

At one point, the old town stood like a desert demon dragged into a black abyss, and all the living people played a game with this demon that you could live for seconds.

Without screaming, the entire old city station is covered in a thick black gas, far more like black liquid immersed in the old city station, death is cold and chestnut.

……

“Shh, shh. ”

Asaria put up a big leg, and she was a little lazy.

Cut the pears, just as Movan walked out of the darkness, Asarella beautifully handed Movan a clean pear with tender eyes, saying, "Try it, I cut it, it's extra sweet. ”

Movan picked it up and bit it.

It's really sweet.

“All dead?” Asaria asked.

“Leave one for questioning. I'll leave it to you.” Movan said.

“How can a Virgin do such a cruel thing?” Asaria said proudly.

“The guy's got some hard bones.” Movan ate the pear, instead he sat on the chair.

“I love hard bones!” Asaria got up immediately.

Movan looked at Asaria and shook her head helplessly.

Woman.

His mouth said no, but his eyes flashed an honest light.