Versatile Mage

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Over Athens, a red spot slowly appeared on a lake-like blue sky.

The erythema grew slowly, just a little closer to the city of Athens, and those at the top of the building gradually felt its huge figure covering a large area.

It was a red dragon tribe, wielding its wings, swept through the streets of the Athens City High Building, and then rolled up a wind of fallen leaves and flowers, heading towards Patnon Temple Mountain.

“Looks like Mrs. Lowe… it's Red Dragon! ”

“Why can she fly at will over our city, not to mention a dangerous dragon?” The magicians of Athens questioned the way.

“Her red dragon has a Green Leather Certificate from St. Petersburg Cathedral, a European sky that can be worn freely and naturally becomes Mrs. Lowe's expensive and luxurious private jet. ”

“By the way, what are we doing in the mountains? ”

“Victorians often come to Greece, and the intimate relationship between the Virgin and the Grand Duke of Eileen is not the first time in the media. ”

“The Victorian family is supposed to support Ye Xinxia, right? ”

“I guess so, just Mrs. Lowe, Irene's stepmother, has the same inheritance rights as Victoria as a whole, so it depends on what attitude Lady Lowe has, and if she supports Ishael, then Victoria's votes with the vast majority of ancient British households could be flat again. ”

Towards the elections, all the talk focused on two statues of the Virgin in Athens City, and many Greek restaurants even divided menus, fueling the heat of the elections.

Mrs. Lowe is clearly also a more important figure in this election, and she represents, to a certain extent, the British side of the ballot papers.

So her high-profile appearance immediately plunged Athens into a strange circle of "deep discussion”.

What election secrets…

A certain relationship with two Virgin Daughters has to say.

Shocked, the goddess has been defined, and the insides are appalling.

Everyone likes to play eye-catching.

The election of every goddess has more influence than the World Cup.

The World Cup is a carnival for men, and the election of goddesses is an important “project” that men and women will focus on at the same time.

Throughout the month, before the day of the official elections, Athens will be filled with followers of the Patnon Temple from all over the world, and the traditional ceremonies and trendsetters surrounding the elections will make Athens extraordinary.

So this month is also the best time travelers from all over the world come to Athens to see the peaceful and elegant city of Athens unprecedented luxury, unprecedented stunning...

Flowers continued to blossom last month with plenty of rain, and fresh olive blossoms from every truck and truck across Greece were decorated everywhere in the city, even in small corners where the gaze accidentally stopped, to see flowers that were generally pure and soft.

Without the goddess of Greece, there is no soul after all.

Greece has not been guided by goddesses for too many years, and signs of decline are very evident.

Now it's finally about to open.

The final leader of the Temple of Patnon, the one who possesses God's general resurrection, will soon arrive!

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Streetlights are filled with flower chains, and even in the middle of the night, these curtain-dropped flower chains still shine bright but not dazzling, walking on the streets of Athens, often giving people a feeling of freshness and amazement as if they accidentally walked into the site of a grand wedding for a European nobleman, not to mention intoxicated.

Perina, the great sage, walks off those "fantastic” streets at this time. She wears a light grey sweatshirt and a hood that covers her hair and part of her forehead, like a night runner who doesn't want to be noticed, quietly enjoying her rhythm in the city and enjoying her music...

Fading away a sage's gorgeous robe, she blended perfectly into the somewhat dim corners of the city, deviating from the city, deviating from Mount Patnon, the glow was not shining, the municipality was reluctant to take care of it, the tourists would not be here, a little sparse flowers, the powerlessness showed that they were also “festive”.

Pelina runner, even breathing on a quiet dirty trail is extraordinarily clear.

As her figure slowly passed through a messy dust forest, a pair of greedy eyes suddenly lit up between the dark trunks, and her pupils followed that slim grey Tana sweatshirt figure.

Pelina continued on a more remote trail, her eyes disappeared for a moment and lit up from an old cabin window beside Pelina, still greedy to see that beautiful sporting figure with her eyes.

Empty, silent, not even a stray cat flipping trash can.

When Pelina ran to a dead end surrounded by a broken house, those eyes appeared in front of Pelina!

With that faint moonlight, you can see that this is an extremely thin contour, like an anorexic patient, skinny as wood, with one eye overly glaring as a god, like eyes can peel a person clean.

“Can I help you?” Pelina stopped and looked at the strange eye.

“I got a disease, pain and suffering.” Weird Eyed said.

“I'm not a doctor, you can go to the hospital.” Pelina replied.

“Any beautiful mature woman like you can cure my illness, and as a token of gratitude, after making me happy, I can make your skin into a beautiful little jar, and my craftsmanship is considered a treasure in some world-famous little vaults. Isn't that what all women want?” The weird-eyed man looked very sincere.

“Have you done a lot of these tiny cans lately, and I see your hands shaking because you're too tired?” Pelina asked.

Weird-eyed people were surprised to hear that.

Normally, a beautiful night runner should be scared. He should go backwards with a faint face, and then accelerate his run and call for help on this broken, deserted street. He can chase after himself and enjoy this wonderful atmosphere.

“I do make a lot of things and I have a big customer who gives me a lot of perfect material.” Weird Eyed replied.

“Oh, I'm looking for the right one.” Perina swept her hood off, revealing her arrogant forehead with sanctioned marks and her noble brown blonde hair!

“You… you are Perina, the daughter of the resurrection!!” The strange eye shook his eyes violently.

“Who gave you those materials to make a whole forty urns of ash??” Pelina walked towards the strange eye.

“I hunt, I hunt myself...” Weird Eyed retreats step by step, revealing a panicked look.