Versatile Mage
Chapter 3082: Are You a Fallen Angel?
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Nordic, brilliant palaces contrast sharply with snow-white glaciers, making the palace look more glorious and elegant, making the glacier more holy and clean.
This is a rich family, and often helpers come and go for a busy dinner.
A woman wearing a turban, riding a cow cart, filled with fresh melon fruits and vegetables, slowly drove into the back kitchen area of the Nordic Palace of the World, before reaching the back kitchen yard, she could already smell some roasted cakes.
“Yo, today is a beautiful lady to send, don't hang around for a while, the kids in the family are all bloodthirsty, the elders are confined to practicing in the people on weekdays, you should be able to understand how eager their hearts are, so don't fall into their sight easily, maybe you...” the chef measured the village girl who sent the guacamole fruit today, smiling.
Today's girl is truly unique, at her most covetous age, and has a wonderful figure, even though she is dressed in some vulgar clothes, wrapped tightly, and can be seen as a beauty.
Few women have been able to see their natural qualities become self-reliant these days, often in a short period of time being seen by men of superior conditions.
“Perhaps I will eat, and from now on you will do what I tell you to do." ”The woman replied in a very ordinary tone.
The chef stood still and then deliberately laughed softly to disguise his embarrassment.
Well, girls already have ideas, they have their own life plans, so say, "Why is such a wonderful girl doing this hard work?"
“I hear there are some strange rules in there, but there have been some spiritual changes in the girls who have been there, and we all know that everyone in Lanska wants to squeeze into this warm palace, including the ones we work with, so just be cautious.” The chef said.
“Well, I'm fully prepared.” The woman smiled.
The chef shook her head helplessly, suggesting to herself that she would choose to do so, then it was none of her business, in short, that a chef of her own was not qualified to point a finger at the private life of a person in an aristocratic family.
Remove the melon fruit and let the apprentice carefully cut into a nice platter, wait for the meat in the oven to reach precise ripeness, and the chef will focus on cooking this whole family dinner...
The chef doesn't know exactly what day, he doesn't know exactly what the Lanska family is celebrating, all he knows is that the elders in the clan see today as their inaugural day, as if they were about to usher in a new era, and the whole of Northern Europe will know about the Lanska family.
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“The dining car must be kept neat and pushed into the dining room, and all food must be presented to the Guests in three minutes' time, hands and feet must be quick, but no disrespect must be lost, understand!” The chef whispered deliberately.
With 20 waiters and 10 dining cars, the family's banquet is no less than a luxurious large-scale restaurant, and even serving dishes is like a grand performance that needs to be rehearsed in advance.
Ten dining cars pushed in through the doors in three different directions in the dining room. The chef herself stepped in gracefully with one of her best grilled cow legs. The other apprentices and waiters clustered the dining cars and entered the grand hall together...
All of a sudden, a strong, bloody smell came in, which made the chef frown, trying to reprimand the apprentice how the smell of the rear chef slaughtering the goose could be transmitted here, but he was horrified to find the entire dining room lying in noble clothes, and they fell into the bloodbath, just like the livestock treatment they had done not long ago!!
But these are human beings, and they are a distinguished man, in muddy plasma, no different from the dead goats.
“Dang!!!!! ”
Dining cars and plates fell to the ground, sprayed food spilled, apprentices and waiters scared the hell out of each other, and the rich scent of food could not hide the stench of death.
Apprentices, waitresses and maids fled in panic, making the most pervasive screams. Where is this wonderful dinner? It's purely a bloody massacre, and the whole family is dead!
The chef stood there trembling, and everyone else fled while rolling, but the chef knew that since the devil could kill the magician of the whole world, it would be easier to kill them ordinary people, and running was pointless.
At this point, at the end of the blood blanket, a woman in a grape slim robe slowly walked in with a black sword as long as her teeth. Her unique and alluring eyes seemed familiar to the chef...
Is she the one who killed everyone here?
Isn't that the rural woman who sent the time vegetables?
She is outstanding because she is dressed in plain and outdated clothes, but her beautiful eyes still give a sense of nobility, like a desolate Wang Sun aristocrat.
“Too bad about all the food, right?” The woman gracefully retrieved the black dragon tooth sword back into the sheath, which was interwoven with only light, but had no object. When the sword did not enter at all, the sword disappeared with the glowing sheath at the woman's slim waist.
“You... you are from Al-Quds, are you here to punish them?? This filthy world, they deserve it, they deserve it!” The chef was shocked.
“I do not work for Al-Quds Al-Sharif, I am only here to collect debts. There are always some self-righteous people in the world who obviously borrowed powerful power from an unfriendly god to satisfy their own | desire, but forgot their previous promises in a paper drunken fan, tried to deny them, even tried to disobey them. They thought they were smart enough to take advantage of the loopholes in the Dark Deed to escape their debts. They always thought that darkness could never enter this tranquil world, and they knew that the god was greedy towards the people here, so people like me were tired of running, like a man who wanted debts, of course we never wanted anything else from them, as long as their lives, and then sent their souls down together. ”
The Blacksword woman said all of this and poked her fingers beneath the blood.
What's under the bloodbath?
It is nothing more than a dark purgatory. Those who break the covenant of darkness and the sacrifice of darkness, it is very difficult for them to survive.
“Who the hell are you??” The chef doesn't understand this at all, he doesn't understand the deep rules of magic.
“For those unjust souls who wrap themselves around this house, I am their angel, and for all those who have broken the laws of black magic in this world, I am the devil…" The woman opened the plate on the chef's hand, tore off a piece of beef leg with her finger, put it in her little mouth and tasted it, and didn't forget to suck the grease on her finger.
The worldly appearance, the noble but glorious voice, and this sexy action, should have been a scene that instantly swelled the blood of all men, but when I think of her Myrtle, behind her is a bloody scene like a slaughterhouse, the chef suddenly has no chills!
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The palace is still golden and the ice and snow are still clean, except that the palace is filled with screams of horror, and there are people everywhere who flee in the snow.
The woman wore a robe against the wind, her beautiful long hair flew up in the snow, she walked out of the bloody palace and couldn't help but glance at the foggy sky, the stars were bright, the glow interwoven like fairy tales rotten, Nordic cold to cold, but there was always a warm and exhilarating view.
“Alone looking at the stars?” Suddenly, a man's voice came out without a sign.
The woman turned sharply, her long white hand swinging toward one of the waists, and the fierce black dragon tooth sword suddenly swung a huge aura, like an ancient dragon roaring here!
A woman like the enemy, she knows full well that someone who can appear near herself without knowing God is definitely not a common magician.
“Take it easy, it's me, Movan.” The man is already in front of the woman, holding one hand on the back of the slim hand she is planning to draw her sword.
The woman looked at the man in front of her in amazement, which was quite familiar breath with a little heat, extremely obscure close to the tip of her nose...
“Good... Long time no see.” The woman returned to God, and her beautiful face revealed a smile that melted the heart of man.
Movan looked at her and felt herself captured by the great fairy for a moment before embarrassing herself to take a step back.
Can't be too close, can't be too close.
This flower is highly poisonous, not resistant by willpower!
“You make me look so bitter.” Movan adjusted his mind, that's all he said.
“If you come for me, you will find me easily, and if you come for someone else, you will never find me.” Asaria slowly put the Dragontooth Sword back into the sheath, wanting to sit on the snow at will.
“Don't freeze your ass, sit on my lap?” Movan hastily pulled her.
“Sure.” Asaria doesn't mind.
“I'm kidding...” Movan scratched his head.
“Go ahead, we don't need a turnaround, but you only have one chance. Oh, I promise you one thing.” Nor did Asaria sit in the snow, reaching out and gracefully holding Movan's arm to allow Movan to walk with her in the snow.
“I have heard from the Angel of Al-Quds Al-Sharif that there is more than one Fallen Angel…" Movan said.
“Hmm?” Asaria didn't answer positively.
“I followed some clues, and I looked for a lot of people who met some of the criteria, and finally I thought another Fallen Angel was probably also my acquaintance, Asaria. Are you another Fallen Angel?” Movan looked seriously at Asaria's face and asked seriously.
“Don't you think about it?” Asaria raised her head and looked at Movan.
“Consider what?” Movan Dao.
“I said, you can only ask one thing, don't you think about another question... every time you approach me, you try to restrain yourself, am I really that dangerous?” Asaria asked.
Movan didn't know what to say for a while.
After all, Movan never felt how special he was, and like most men, coveted the beauty | color of Asarea.
“You are indeed dangerous, and I am attracted to your uniqueness and excellence while admonishing myself not to cross borders easily. On the one hand, I still don't understand what you're thinking, and on the other hand, I'm a man with a family, to cough, to discipline.” Neither does Movan know how to say such nonsense, but he can only be honest.
“You can ask me now, I'll answer you. You don't understand what I'm thinking, and I don't understand what you're doing, which means we're equal and fair.” Asaria said.
“Can't you ask two questions?” Movan said with some embarrassment.
Asaria shook her head with certainty.
“Why?” Movan wondered.
“It is a philosophy that women, even if they have fallen into their hearts, cannot easily take themselves out of their own hands. I will answer only one question, which means I have no desire to return the favor. I keep a question, which means I still have my worth.” Asaria also spoke frankly to Movan.
Movan frowned.
Two questions, only one can be selected.
It is also clear to Movan that no angel who travels in the human race, whether an Angel of Al-Quds Al-Sharif or a Fallen Angel, will reveal their identity before they “return".
Asaria was willing to answer her own question, but wanted to keep her in the mood for one, and Movan really understood, after all, that she was willing to help herself free of charge.
Speaking of which, I feel like I owe Asaria a lot of love.
These points, to pay back.
But Asaria's got nothing to lose.
And Asaria is by no means the kind of person who can cheat two answers by using fancy words. She says there is only one, and that there is absolutely only one, and even if it can be painted like glue in the future, she will never answer the question of whether she is a fallen angel.
Looking at the night sky, the stars are full.
Preferred beauty is even more fascinating.
Movan is in pain, and he knows what he will surely lose.
Asaria is really smart. A woman who can make a man's problems can never be a leaf to accompany her.
I can either get to know her completely.
Either she will never understand her heart.
What's the question?
Are you a Fallen Angel?
Are you in love with me?
If there were any other way out, Movanvanvan would be reluctant to face the choice.
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“That's good.” Asaria breathed the cold air, and she looked at Movan's face, "I thought you'd give the answer very quickly, and your painful hesitation made me feel worthwhile and not low. ”
“What I want to ask…” Movan finally said.
The wind blew a lot of snow into two people walking slowly under the star river and in the snow.
Movan's voice is very small and can only be heard close to Movan's Asaria.
Asarella still gracefully held Movan's arm at a distance, not distant or close, but only shallow and deep in her footprints.