Versatile Mage

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With the Black Dragon Wing, Movan can save a lot of money on airline tickets, not to mention the recent crisis, the cold tide, although showing signs of recovery, continued to emerge due to too many previous conflicts, and many international flights were cancelled.

It remains a problem of the compression of the living space, which has led to the constant expansion of the territorial problems between the original human race and the demons, and to a change in the balance and restraint of the past, so that the major countries are not in a very optimistic form.

Movan travels along the Alps to Al-Quds Al-Sharif, where, as always, there is a magical smell everywhere, the brilliance of the eyes of the light hanging over Al-Quds Al-Sharif, constantly telling those who enter the city, you are in the eyes of the gods!

Movan stepped into the holy city.

Surely, he was rejected.

There's Movan's list in the holy city, the grey list.

On the one hand, the dangerous acts that Movan had previously committed at the international level had led him long ago to be targeted by the Holy See. With regard to the Blue Dragon, with regard to the demonic system, this information should also have fallen on the information boards of some of the ruling angels in Al-Quds Al-Sharif.

“We've seen it before, in God.” Mayor Mueller stared at Movan and his eyes were sharp.

“A little bit of an impression, when you treated me like a heathen, what a surgeon.” Movan also looked at the Sacred Coroner man and replied.

“We will not allow you to enter the Holy City easily. After all, you are very closely associated with the Sovereign Emperor who was executed in the Holy City, and we also have information that you are still very close to those Ancient Ducal Sovereigns, and that what you do is not welcome in the Holy City.” Maurer said very resolutely.

“What I did, it's not your turn to judge your little archdeacon, I've already informed the more powerful, I'm just waiting here for her.” Movan preached to Maurer.

Mueller has always looked at Movan as if he were a serial killer.

“More permissions? You seem to know nothing about Al-Quds Al-Sharif. Since you are already on the list, you will not be able to step halfway into Al-Quds Al-Sharif unless the body of heresy is brought into it. I also swear on the honor of my curate, you better be careful, we in Al-Quds have been watching you!” Maurer was cold-mouthed.

Movan stood aside and, in the face of the aggressive Mauler ordination, did not care at all. Instead, Yanlan was able to feel the unusual smell of Al-Quds Al-Sharif.

Everyone here, every building, every magical restraint, junction and mysterious structure can be extremely disturbing, reminding Yan Lan that when he goes to school, any small action will be perceived by a harsh teacher on the stage.

“Giving back! ”

Suddenly, a solemn voice sounded and a guard of Al-Quds Al-Sharif was shouting.

Beyond Al-Quds Al-Sharif there are loops, bridges and important highways to various European countries, but Al-Quds Al-Sharif itself is inadmissible to vehicles, and people arriving in Al-Quds Al-Sharif are only able to access it on foot, and there are very few means of transportation in the city, which seems to maintain as much of the sense of time as possible when it was founded and flourished.

A group of people came into the city, a ragged red coat, solemn and holy, and even the marble pavement they walked through was sparkling with these noble outfits.

“It's the archangel Gabriel. ”

Seven archangels represent the supreme authority of Al-Quds Al-Sharif and the most mysterious and powerful symbol of God in the world.

They transcend the Magic Society of the Five Continents, transcend customs and watch the world all the time.

The angels in red came to pay tribute and honour to all the magistrates, guardians and inhabitants of Al-Quds Al-Sharif near the gates.

Mueller, the arrogant ordinator, buried his head even lower at this time, the more important the position in the Holy City, the more able to understand the authority of the archangel, the more lazy the inhabitants could be, but he could not.

“Don't be polite, I'm just here to greet my teacher.” Angel Gabriel smiled peacefully and said to everyone present.

“Your teacher??” The Sacred Taoist Mauler is a fog.

Is there anyone else in the world who can be an archangel teacher?

That must be Super Elder's angel!

St. Mauler was questionably searching for that remarkable man, and he saw the archangel walking towards the man who was about to be blown out of the gates by himself!

Movan?

This Al-Quds grey list, this great heresy!!

The Archdeacon Maurer is stunned, the entire Holy City is a respected archangel, but at this time, like a vain student, earnestly and respectfully paid a student salute to that great heresy!!!

Is this really Archangel Gabriel's teacher?

“Sharjah, you don't have to be such a labourer. Actually, I'll go in and find you myself, but unfortunately, the Archdeacon Maurer says I don't deserve to go into town.” Movan is relentlessly downhole.

Sharjah glanced at Mauler.

Mueller's face immediately grew blue, trying to explain, but he couldn't find any words at once.

“Teacher, he's just doing his job.” Sagar said softly.

The referee Mueller heard the angel, and the whole person loosened up.

As has been conveyed, every archangel, though difficult to get along with, is basically impartial and selfless.

“The recent security situation in Al-Quds Al-Sharif has been somewhat poor, and there is a need for Maurer to teach those who can carry out their duties in the administration of security. There are also old wizards who can't walk, drunkards who like to make a scene, and arrogants who disrespect the Holy City.” Sharjah went on to say the rest.

Mayor Mueller listened up, like a heavy object hit his head, and his body almost fell to the ground.

How much thought did it take him to get to this position? As the supreme ruler of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, Archangel Gabriel, how could he abuse his power like this against a person who fulfilled his duties in Al-Quds Al-Sharif!

“Is Mauler from Lord Michal's side, this transfer or ask him?” Asked a middle-aged woman in red beside Sharjah.

“Well, you're right, you should have asked Michal...” Sharjah nodded earnestly, "After you asked Michal, you and Mueller go to security. ”

The middle-aged woman in the red angel coat also stunned...

She is not a holy messenger. She is an apostle of Al-Quds. There is hope for inclusion in the Angel Seat!

Why would Sharjah give herself such a match for something she shouldn't have said?

Sharjah still had that calm and gentle smile on her face, and she walked forward and grabbed Mofan's arm gently, like a elder. At this moment, she was no different from a young girl who was harmless to herself, and there were many recent events to share with her.