Versatile Mage

Soon after dark, the three without the strength to rush found a quiet village near the Red Sea, where they lived.

Asaria is going back to Greece. If it doesn't come as a surprise, Movan will have to go with her. First, go and pacify the summer of the "year”, and be honest about this dark journey.

Sharjah needs to return to Al-Quds.

Once her identity is revealed, she must return to Al-Quds Al-Sharif, no longer a student of the Holy College of Ojos, nor an intern of the Magic Tower of Guangzhou, let alone the sister of the rebel leader.

This cannot be changed, after the Archangel was chosen, fate is destined to be so.

The small village is full of palm-trees and seems to have just undergone a particularly rainy season, with very dense vegetation, like a beautiful tropical island that has not yet been developed.

Behind a house with a wooden stake frame high, white, clean sand laid in front, eyes through a few palm trees can see the turquoise river, smell the scent of some plant, Movan the whole person couldn't help but relax.

It's still good to live, the dark side of the place, it's a nightmare all the time, breathing is a kind of poison fog, gas, death cloud, even if not threatened by any horrible creature, body organs will slowly decay and rot.

“Come on, try it.” The Virgin cooked herself and made a plate of crispy roasted chicken filled with spices, which she had already smelled as a direct fragrance of saliva before serving.

Each piece is very delicately cut and a piece of raw vegetables is placed below to keep this roasted chicken from getting too greasy.

With raw wrapped barbecued chicken to remove the bone flesh, bite down, that taste instantly forgot the previous hard work, face filled with a happy smile of food.

“Come, celebrate our escape from the dead and eliminate Asia's number one toxic tumor!” Movan lifted up the barrel cups and filled them with fruit wine, although a little intense, Movan sipped them down.

There is no refrigerator here, the drink is placed in cold river water, this river “freezes” out the wine taste just right, it doesn't make people's teeth hurt, it can relieve boredom!

“Cheers! ”

Neither did Hodget waste a drop of wine and drank it with Movan. Soon, the two beautiful women had red spots on their cheeks. After this moisturization of their pale appearance, they regained their unique charm, which can be described as pleasing.

Soon after, Movan came along and put his hands on the shoulders of Asaria and Sharjah.

Asaria and Sharjah looked at this guy at the same time.

Finally, he's exposed!

“We are also living and dying together, not to mention, just three people, why don't we just get together!” Movan left hugs right, "he said.

“ …… ”

“What does worship mean?” As a foreigner, Sharjah feels very strange about the word.

“Just worship the heavens and the earth, two byes... No, no, Taoyuan Sanyi, you know, that Asaria, you've seen a lot of fame, explain it to her in your Greek way.” Movan said.

“We must treat him like a husband, except in the same room, whether he is poor, ill or old, as the priest vowed.” Asaria explained this to Sharjah.

“This ritual is quite interesting in your country. Well, I can swear in the name of the archangel that from now on we will be brothers and sisters...” said Sharjah.

“Brother.”

“We have two ladies here.” Asaria laughed.

Sharjah nodded.

“…” Movan's face soon got dark and felt like he was digging a pit for himself to jump.

The few obey the majority.

Movan became a member of their sisterhood of worship. Movan was proud to say to others that the Archangel Gabriel of Al-Quds was his brother, as was the Virgin of the Temple of Patnon, but now there is a feeling of being embraced by the two women, without any previous superiority, and did a great job!

Drunk.

Movan climbed onto the bed.

The house is also very simple, with wooden beds and cotton quilts, which are rudimentary but comfortable, and I thought they would be a little dry and rough with unexpectedly soft results.

……

In the morning, Movan woke up in two screams and two slaps.

He went outside and washed his face. Movan turned his cheek and found that neither of the palm prints could be removed.

No wonder they were unexpectedly soft. How could they not sleep comfortably with their sexy bones and soft breasts?

Too bad I was too drunk and nothing happened, otherwise this trip would be totally worth it.

……

“It's time for me to go to Al-Quds.” Sharjah said somewhat lost.

She didn't want to be an archangel Gabriel, she just wanted to be Saga, a student at the Holy College of Ojos, focusing on things she was interested in.

But the Holy Fate, she must return to Al-Quds Al-Sharif and face everything that follows in her capacity as the highest watchdog in the world.

“The Sulu thing...” asked Movan.

“I'll take care of it, teacher. Don't worry about it.” Saga said.

“That's good, my country is a disaster, the people need me, the organization needs me, I have to go back as soon as possible.” Movan said.

“Aren't you coming with me to Patnon?” Asaria asked inexplicably.

“Ye Xinxia recently in the country, what else do I do at Patnon Temple?” Movan said.

“Who knows, you're a responsible man who won't let any love | woman down.” Asaria has something to say.

Movan reached out and touched Asaria's head, laughing: "Don't worry, you're the only mistress in the Temple of Patnon, we've been in the dark for a year, it's time to split up. ”

“I have a lot of lovers.” Asaria took Movan's hand away from the weak path.

“I've heard.” Movan nodded.

Asaria frowned.

“Why don't you come with me to the Patnon Temple and I have something for you.” Asaria quickly frowned and her emotions turned particularly fast.

“Can you tell me first?” Movan Dao.

“It's been a year since I left, how could I be a few days away?” Asaria said.

“It's okay. ”

“So, gentlemen, I'm going from here to Al-Quds.” Sharjah stopped in place and fingered a mountain that would cross a half snow mountain.

The mountains are holy blue, snow white and picturesque, with a long, winding valley leading to the Holy City.

“Okay, bye, Sharjah.” Movan waved.

“Goodbye, teacher. Goodbye, Asaria.” Sharjah seemed a little reluctant to stand there and still unwilling to take steps.