Versatile Mage

Mountains, lakes, forests, no matter how powerful Simmons' divine gifts were, he had difficulty getting them back to where they were.

Even if the water of the lake flows backwards from the cracks of the earth, it is a mix of black soil.

Broken trees are forcibly glued together, and those that have already rotted cannot return to the branches.

Not to mention the many little creatures in this lake forest, the water-drinking deer by the lake, the floating fish in the lake, the flying colored birds in the mountains… these are the souls of the lake forest, and Simmons cannot bring them back to life.

So no matter what Simmons tries to do, no matter how he fixes it, he can't end up satisfied with Munninghammad.

“Don't... don't kill me, I'm just ordered to act, Keno is Holy Shadow, he died on your hands for his own reasons, but Holy Shadow will surely pursue you, I know you will not fear Holy Shadow, but Holy Shadow will cause you a lot of trouble, I live to help you get rid of Holy Shadow.” Simmons stood there, his body trembling slightly, but his desire for survival | his desire was still quite strong.

He doesn't know who Muningshaw is, he doesn't know why Keno wanted him, he's just the one who helped Keno deal with this, he never thought it would lead to death!

“Did I say I was going to kill you?” Muningsnow asked back.

Simmons, listen to me.

Sister Fairy, your tiger's teeth are going to fall on his face. How many people in the world can survive from the royal creature at such a distance??

“I know your biggest concern must be the Holy Shadow, and I can…” Simmons felt that he was still no different from a dead man, and he had to let Muningsnow know that he had a way out of the Holy Shadow.

“You can go. ”

“No, no, no, I'm serious. The other shadows may be bound, but I can keep you safe. Holy Shadow is horrible. Keno and I are just two fighters of Holy Shadow. If you want to survive in this world, you have to get rid of Holy Shadow. I can help you. You can trust me.” Simmons is even more anxious.

He scratched everything in his head that he could think of, and he had to let Munningham know that he was just trying to protect himself and that he had absolutely no intention of harming her.

Simmons went on to say that he didn't even dare to look back, and the moment he was afraid to turn, the Emperor White Tiger bit him in two...

But Muningsnow has left.

Little White Tiger has also left.

Simmons stood on the road bridge with no threat around him, only he himself struggled with a great deal of anxiety and fear to find the value of survival for himself, but the woman with the silver hair did not give a damn about his determination and prolonged asthma.

A shattered mountain lake, a complete road bridge, a saint shadow magician with his legs still trembling.

When Simmons found out that he had actually recovered a life, the whole person fell apart.

Surviving...

The other person really didn't take their own life??

But I am a holy shadow!!

Representing the most brutal execution organization in Al-Quds Al-Sharif, in other words, any normal person should have killed himself, so that Al-Quds would not know what was happening here for a short time.

That's why Simmons was so desperate to convince Muningsnow, because Simmons knew that once Muningsnow killed Keno, he would never leave his life behind.

She really let herself go?

Isn't she afraid to go back to Al-Quds and tell Al-Sharif about her murder?

What an incomprehensible and frightening woman!

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Holy City

In a secluded solitary courtyard filled with weeds, a young man with short hair, sitting there with a slight anxiety between his eyebrows, but seemingly peaceful.

The courtyard is simple and somewhat out of touch with the nobility of the temple.

There is only one exit in the yard, and elsewhere it seems to be possible to see the distant sky, but in fact it is forbidden to seal it. When the light shines nearby, the honeycomb beam can be seen to appear slightly in the air, but as long as it walks past and forcibly wants to tear it apart, it immediately causes a strong energy backphage.

The exit faces the temple, very close to the residence of Archangel Michal and along the way is the main hall of the Oracle, the Guardian of the Angels and the Mage of Al-Quds Al-Sharif. It is basically impossible to escape from this place.

But there is no need for anyone in this remote yard to flee, and Movan is on bail in a holy city, which does not restrict his freedom as long as he is in the holy city, but must return to the yard every day on time to sleep and curfew.

“Is he practicing?” Outside the courtyard, Archangel Remir asked the caretaker.

“Yeah, he's been practicing.” The guard was a holy shadow man whose face was hidden in that dark golden robe.

“Tell him that he has been deprived of his right of free access to the Holy City and that, as of today, he will not be able to leave the courtyard for half a step.” Archangel Remir said.

“But he hasn't left here since a month ago.” Brooke, the saint shadow guard, said.

“Do you think the two are a concept?” Remir was not cheerful, he said.

His inability to go out is his business, and they restrict his freedom in Al-Quds Al-Sharif, which is the executive branch of Al-Quds Al-Sharif!

“Subordinates understand.” Holy Shadow Brooke bowed his head and replied.

“Didn't he read the divine vows, the magic was forbidden, why could he still practice? What difference does he make in the process of practicing?” Remir stared into the courtyard at Movan and asked uncomfortably.

“Oh, he doesn't have any magical smell coming out of him, all he can do now should be to make a star, get familiar with the magical connection, other practices can't be done, not to mention the magical vacuum in our yard, even if he is a very stubborn seed, he can't sprout roots in a soil without nutrients.” Saint Shadow Brooke said.

“Well, keep an eye on him 24 hours a day, but if there is anything unusual, you must report it to me immediately!” Remir said.

“Yes!”

In the courtyard, the man who had been sitting like a fighter finally opened his eyes, his black brown pupils staring at Remir on the main street of the courtyard.

“Movan, after the collection and appraisal of the evidence, your liberty has been deprived from this day forward.” Remir deliberately said it again so Movan could hear it.

“Can't I order a takeout?” Movan asked.

“Nor is it allowed! ”

“Okay, you got it for me. One whole meat pizza, one lemon cola, two extra special spicy sauces, cola normal ice...”

“What do you think I am??” Remir's beard is blown.

The Archangel of Al-Quds sent you Movan as a meal boy??