Versatile Mage

Al-Quds Avenue.

Black feathers, black tribute flags, and black flowers all over the floor.

Movan walked towards the end of Al-Quds Avenue in the eyes of countless people.

With the temple at its heart, there are seven Avenues of Al-Quds Al-Sharif. If you look at the city from a high place, you will find that there are dense buildings in the city, building codes, seven Avenues of Al-Quds Al-Sharif lead straight from the edge of the city to the splendid temple, meeting at the perfect center of the city, neatly dividing the entire city into fourteen areas, all fourteen of which are completely fan-shaped.

The holy city is divided into the front city and the rear city.

The former city is the seventh district near the Alps, and the only entrance is also in the former city.

The entrance avenue also leads straight to the temple. When Movan saw that the first avenue of the Holy City was filled with black thorns and black rose leaves, he couldn't help but show a smile on his face and say to the archangel who had freed himself, Remir: “I am still so profoundly welcomed, I am a little flattered. ”

Remir blew his beard and coldly said: "This is a mourning for Saliel and a burial for you! ”

“Archangel, don't you have that provision? Anyone who voluntarily pronounces an oath of divine language will receive the fairest trial in Al-Quds Al-Sharif, and I will remain innocent until I have been convicted.” Movan said with a serious face.

“Do you think you can survive the trial?” Remir said.

“Alas, from your tone, I feel that the day of the trial, you will surely not hesitate to throw me a black stone of guilt.” Movan sighed.

“Yes, you may be able to deceive the world with all kinds of lies, but all of our archangels know very well how Saliel died. You know what a sin it is to kill an archangel, and you will be punished with the harshest punishment in the Holy City!” Remir said politely.

“The outcome of my trial is not up to you alone.” Movan Dao.

“We all know what will happen to you. To remind you, the last person to be tried like this was a Greek named Vintage.” Remir said.

“It has been a privilege for me to be treated the same unfairly as that person.” Movan replied.

“Don't be ridiculous, the reason we are executed is precisely because we are just enough that no matter your status, no identity, no faith, we in Al-Quds will ever allow a heresy to exist in this world.” Remir is very determined.

Movan stopped talking and arguing with such a person made no sense.

There are no vehicles on Al-Quds Avenue and everyone is on foot.

The priests are dressed in magnificent clothing, including the archangel Remir, and are dressed in purple and gold armor, with even wings glowing like metal, with a mighty wind.

The scene is spectacular, because not always this happens in Al-Quds Al-Sharif, all pedestrians are forcibly driven to both sides, and only clergy walk on the clean and spacious First Avenue...

In fact, people are not paying attention to these clergy, they are watching Movan, who is at the forefront.

They were somewhat incredible that the rumored three-headed, six-armed demon appeared to be just a very ordinary Oriental man, without the evil spirits of the previous days, bloody angry golden eyes.

One short, clean black hair, a pair of black brown eyes, standard Oriental five officials...

Movan went to the temple and he took a divine vow, so he didn't even need shackles on his body.

Archangel Remir himself stood behind Movan, his eyes almost constantly.

And all the clergy are enemies, and they are constantly watching, and they are always brazen.

A man who could kill Archangel Saliel, would he really just grab him, he was so arrogant, so despised of Al-Quds, how could he really let them go into the temple so easily?

There must be some kind of change, there must be some kind of conspiracy, there must not be a bit of slack, be ready for battle!

Continuing on foot, people were crowded along First Avenue of Al-Quds City, and they didn't dare to step into the road easily. They were also staring at Movan, scared and talking.

The process was long enough for the world to know the news when Mofan stepped on to the temple.

Messages from the Altar of St. Kay's in Australia, Cape Hope Magic Castle in Africa, the Basilica of São Paulo in Europe and the Temple of Liberty in the Americas, presumably from the death of Saliyeh, have indeed stirred up all magic societies, and all magic societies have for the first time listed Movan as the highest, highest priority and most dangerous wanted person.

Reaching the national level from the continental level, then the national level rapidly reaches the major cities, then the local magic associations from the major cities to the local cities, it is not known that for many years no directive has been issued so quickly, not to mention that no such high-ranking directive has been revoked in just three days.

These three days, Movan has really upset all the magic societies.

Of course, no magic association, including the continental one, is actually willing to take this hot case, after all, it's someone who can kill Archangel Saliel. Who wants to know? Who wants to know?

Movan turned himself in.

This is the best result!

Only the Asian Magic Association did not issue a warrant directly, and the Chinese Magic Association directly tore the warrant directly from Al-Quds Al-Sharif.

No matter how boiling the world is, no matter how much we talk about it, Movan still walks step by step to the Temple in front of the public, in the news coverage of the first channel in all the major countries, in the live media, and eventually disappears into the crowd of the Sacred Oracle!

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Venetian water.

A Gothic-style sanatorium situated in the direction of the mountain offers a perfect view of Venice's beautiful evenings.

Many people are admiring, taking pictures, emotions, so that Venice has not seen the sunset for a long time, rare golden brilliance, rare quiet, rare as poetry.

However, there was a woman, sitting quietly in a chair, staring at a young man who was not far from home, looking slightly floated, with a funny look, and no one was talking to a nurse in the nursing home with legs.

“Mom, what are you looking at?” Zhao Yugan handed the dialed crystal grapes to the woman's mouth.

The woman shook her head, meaning nothing to eat.

She laughed, “It was always the same before Manyan, seeing a beautiful girl without a soul, and then whoever called him, he ignored it. Since he was a kid, he only played with nice big sisters, only talked to cute little sisters... if he was still alive, he should be about his age. ”