Versatile Mage

A prisoner, why can't he relax for coffee in the afternoon?

Think of Al-Quds as nothing!

A holiday destination!!

How many people in this holy city are dying on the street in front of this man!

“What difference does it make? If he is guilty, I will walk him down the street just a little bit before he leaves the world. Had he not been guilty, he would have enjoyed his freedom in advance.” Sharjah said.

Lady Lowe didn't say anything about Saga, but she couldn't accept it!

Why can't you get the ultimate demon head to come to the Holy City? You should see this guy hanging high on the dragon claw of the Golden Dragon, all scaled up, exposed to the sun. It should never be what you see now.

“But…”

“At the request of China and the Asian Magic Society, our Archangel of Al-Quds will not deprive him of all his human rights as long as he does not leave Al-Quds Al-Sharif before the trial arrives.” Sharjah was not interested in explaining so much to Lady Loo, waved.

A purple rhyme dissipated, easily melting away the adverse effects of Mrs. Lowe's frost and then wandering around the Holy City like an ordinary woman.

Movan stood still for a while, his black brown eyes staring at Lady Lowe, but with an unfavourable smile on her face.

Mrs. Lowe had a chill.

She could feel this demon remembering his face deliberately, as if once he had broken the yoke of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, the first thing he had to do was kill himself!

Mrs. Lowe snorted coldly and did not show any fear for Movan's eyes.

How can a man who is about to die be compared to him?

“Enjoy your last bit of freedom, and that's all you can do.” Lady Lowe scoffed.

Movan's gone.

……

Mrs. Lowe was about to enter her own winery, but with Movan's expression on her mind, I wondered why she suddenly had no interest.

Forget it, back to England.

Out of town, on the Red Dragon, flew to a British coast close to the Atlantic Ocean, which is much colder than Italy, Greece and the Holy City, where the entire long coastline is seldom visible in colours other than some weeds.

Victoria's estate is also in this somewhat cold area, planted with all kinds of cold-resistant plants, and the whole barren land is just like a unique desert oasis with colorful flowers, even if the sun doesn't absorb them much, their colors are still bright.

Thornflowers dropped from the tall walls were Mrs. Lowe's favorite, remembering that when she was still young, her infant husband climbed these thorny vine walls with his bare hands just to be able to keep herself disturbed for a summery night.

With these in mind, she quickly walked to the main house and followed a winding down staircase into the cellar.

There was no red wine stored in the ice cellar, which contained a 100-year-old demonic stone of the ice frozen a middle-aged man who had been dead for six years.

He was sitting in a chair like a man of contemplation, and Mrs. Lowe stood in front of this frozen body and stared at it for a long time.

“Honey, I didn't get that special gift. This place can only hold you for six months at most, but it doesn't matter. The Temple of Patnon needs the votes in my hands, and you'll be alive soon.” Mrs. Lowe spoke to this sitting corpse.

There was only Mrs. Lowe talking to herself in the ice cellar, and there was only Mrs. Lowe alone, but her expression and tone were constantly changing, as if she were performing a stage play.

“When you wake up, I won't resent you anymore. ”

“When you wake up, I can give you anything you need. ”

“It's my fault that we shouldn't be so angry at you for those irrelevant women, but we're husband and wife, so what can't we forgive? ”

“I know that you and those little women are just playing games. You still love me in your heart. When you wake up, I'll be more forgiving to you. It's my fault that I froze you here. I just want to keep you, not take your life, I...”

Speaking of which, Lady Lowe has covered herself up and cried.

“Knock, knock! ”

Heavy ice cellar wooden doors uploaded knocking.

“Who?” Mrs. Lowe's face instantly became as cold as ice.

“Ma'am, the Virgin of the Temple of Patnon is here.” The attendant outside said.

Mrs. Lowe's face showed joy and she could not bear to kiss a frozen middle-aged man like a new wife.

“I'll be back in my clothes... by the way, is it Ishisa, or Ye Xinxia?” Mrs. Lowe replied in a calm tone.

“It's the young one.” The attendant said.

“Very good!”

Lady Lowe can't hide her excitement in her words this time.

Ishisa claims to possess resurrection magic, but so far she has only resurrected herself, and there are rumours that there is much controversy over her resurrection. It does not appear to be an orthodox resurrection of the Temple of Patnon, it does not belong to white magic, and is more inclined to black magic.

Ye Xinxia mastered exactly the resurrection technique approved by the Patnon Temple Spirit, not even the Sovereign League of Forbidden Societies questioned.

Though more deeply related to her husband's life, Mrs. Loo can support the entire Victorian family for a resurrection.

……

……

The congregation meets in the afternoon.

Mrs Lowe naturally knows what the theme of this meeting is.

The supportive attitude of Grand Duke Irene was clear, she was extremely close to Ye Xinxia, many times reported on these matters in the media, and as an insider, Lady Lowe was well aware that Irene and Ye Xinxia had many interests besides their extraordinary relationship.

There are four people who now hold the greatest power in the Victorian family.

One is Grand Duke Irene, who owns 30% if Victoria is a publicly traded company.

One was Mrs. Lowe herself, who shared about 25 per cent of her husband's equity.

Externally, Mrs. Lowe has been claiming only that her husband is seriously ill and has not yet pronounced her death completely.

And there's Old Willer, Irene's father's brother, who owns 15% of the stock.

The last is a mystery man who does not belong to the Victorian family, who owns 30% of Victoria's equity.

Without other piecemeal shareholders, Victoria's proportion of the family is concentrated in the hands of only four people. Today, because the dragon has become Britain's largest family, and even in Europe, it has an unreachable status. These four people in power can to some extent shape the UK's economy and magic system!