Rebirth-First Class Magician

Seaman frowned. "Mr. Asa, is there anything else?"

Asa raised her eyebrows and did not speak. After a short while, she slowly asked, "Is there anything that Mr. Shiman did not say?"

"No." Hemanton paused and said hesitantly. "Sir, pay attention to safety during my absence, your identity may cause some trouble."

"Trouble?" Asa smiled. "It seems Mr. Seaman has gotten news."

"There is indeed news." Seaman nodded, but did not explain the specific trouble directly to Asa. "Then, let's say goodbye to sir."

"Kacha." The front door was turned around, and Allen glanced at Asa and Himan. "Asa, if I remember correctly, you should be at the wax museum at ten."

Asa nodded and patted Gal's back. "Dad will pick you up at night."

Gal nodded nicely and walked towards Allen.

Alan glanced at Garr and said to Asa, "the assistant is already waiting for you downstairs, and the draft on hand will come over if it is completed."

"No need." Asa looked at Gal next to the other side. "Listen to my uncle."

"Um." Gal nodded, standing still as Asa turned and entered the elevator—

The bishop's hall in the suburbs of London, England, was empty. Only a woman in a white monk suit was sitting on the main seat, and a man in a dark red robe sat beside her.

The man in the red robe turned a delicate cross with one hand, "Can you be sure?"

The beautiful monk in white smiled and looked at the stained glass on the top of the palace. "What can be determined, what can't there be? Humans will not react to holy water." Her voice was gentle and frown The expression of laughter is like a spring breeze. "What is Bishop Han Ding worried about?"

"Virgin Amanda, I just had a faint hunch." The leader named Handing slowly closed his eyes. "We will make things happen." After a word, he opened his eyes sharply. "My hunch has been They are all accurate and can no longer be executed. "

"I have always believed that your prediction is accurate." A woman named Amanda smiled gently. "But I believe that it is what we should do to bring the light back to the light. The light left in the dark needs to return. . "

"But ..." Han Ding frowned. "We don't even know why he went down, rashly ..."

"Enough, sir. I believe this is the meaning of the Lord. Since it can be predicted by you, it is the meaning of the Lord." Madam Amanda pressed the cross to the table, and her warm pupil flashed a little firmness. This, if the blood race is no longer afraid of the power of the Holy Light, the blood race will be even more reckless. Is this what you would like to see? "

"How is it possible? The Holy See has expended countless efforts to expel them from the human world and reach an agreement, if they are snatched an advantage ..." As he said, Handing's voice became lighter and lighter, and his brows frowned and tightened.

"Don't hesitate any more." Amanda glanced at the hard-faced Handing, slowing his voice. "Not to mention that at this time, the manpower arranged in Las Vegas has already acted."

"..." Handing didn't say a word, staring at the pattern on the floor gravely.

"That is the person who represents death and ominousness."

A crisp female voice came slowly from the top of the hall, as if separated by an invisible wall, and the distance seemed to be in the sky, as if it were close at hand.

"Who is it?" Amanda frowned, and asked with a stunned look.

--Da da.

The sound of shoes stepping on the floor seemed extremely abrupt in this empty hall, but the whole hall was still empty, and no personal figure was seen.

"That man represents death and ominous, and that's why he was deported and fallen." The void trembled slowly, and a graceful woman came from far and near. "Who I am is not important, what is important is I can help you. "

If Asa could find here, this charming woman is the woman she had seen in her dreams, the one who dragged him into dreams.

Amanda looked at the other person and murmured silently after asking, "How do you know that person is ominous ..."

The woman smiled, put her hand on her lips and said softly, "Shh, I just convey the will of God to you."

Amanda froze, glanced back quickly, but found that Bishop Handing was still sitting still, as if in his thoughts.

But she didn't pay much attention to it. After reacting, her whole body shuddered slightly, her expression even more pious. "I am a loyalty who dedicated my life to the Lord. My name is Amanda."

Amanda humbled and drew a cross on her chest with one hand. "Are you an angel?"

The woman who emerged from the void smiled, and a little taunt flashed in the corner of her eyes, "Angel? This is not something you should care about." After that, he stretched out his palm, and there was a chic long black needle lying there, "Take this Penetrating into the man's chest can suppress his darkness. "

Amanda looked at the long black needle with a hint of hesitation on his face. "But ... this thing is full of unknown breath, just looking at it makes me feel uncomfortable." Amanda took a step back, It feels really uncomfortable.

"Suppress darkness with darkness." The woman smiled charmingly, her voice filled with deceptive meaning, "Do you want him to be found by the blood race? Do you want to see your own kind of food become blood race?"

Amanda, who was still hesitant, pursed his lips and stared at the object in his hand. After a short while, he quickly reached out and pinched it in his hand.

"vomit!"

Amanda's entire face turned pale and she retched over her chest, but her pinch pinched tighter.

It took a long time for her to slow down, but her face was still not good. "What's wrong with my companion?" Handing behind him still sat motionless, like a lifeless statue.

"His belief is not as strong as you come, which is the biggest reason I choose you. In addition, I don't want others to know about this." The woman smiled, turned and walked in the direction, "Let God see Your loyalty, I think he will be willing to see you. "

Amanda looked at the woman who was slowly leaving, her lips biting deadly, her enthusiastic eyes and slightly trembling body leaked her mind, and she tried to hold on to some extremely strong emotions.

After a long time, a confused voice came from behind Amanda, "Madam, what are you standing there for?"

"Just now you lost your mind, I'm planning to find someone." Amanda slowly returned to God, walked back to his seat calmly, "It seems you're all right."

"But why is your complexion so pale?" Handing asked hesitantly, "Are you really all right?"

"What can I do?" Amanda recovered indifferently, and frowned slightly at the bishop in the red robe. "Is there action now?"

"According to our plan, it should have started." Handing answered with a frown.

"Let them succeed when they are transported." Amanda nodded and said earnestly, "No, transport to Jerusalem, I can't rest assured elsewhere."

"But our original plan ..." Handing's expression was reluctant.

"I'm the mastermind of this matter, sir." Amanda narrowed her eyes, her voice cold.

"Yes, ma'am." Hunting pursed his lips and looked a little uncomfortable.

In Madame Tussauds in Las Vegas, Asa sat on a chair in the reception room and flipped through an album.

The incense machine in the corner of the reception room was slowly sprayed with milky air, and the entire room was filled with a sweet fragrance.

Opposite Asa, there was a middle-aged woman sitting, and the other person was shaking with a wine glass in his hand, "I am honored that we can make a statue for you, Mr Asa."

Asa did not look up, and after turning a page, she said lightly, "I am also honored. The wax figures you made are amazing."

"But I believe you will be the most outstanding wax figure in our wax museum." The middle-aged woman smiled decently, and when she wanted to continue talking, the phone suddenly rang.

The woman glanced at the name displayed on her mobile phone, and turned quickly to look at Asa, "Sir, I'll go out and take a call."

Asa looked up at her, and nodded indifferently.

"Hello?" The woman answered the phone and walked quickly towards the door. "Is there anything wrong?"

Asa's hearing was good, and a thin door panel separated him from each other.

The voice of the other person became very humble after going out, like calling another person with a high status-

"Is there any change?" The woman lowered her voice and waited for a while before respectfully said, "What? Go to London? Well, I see."

Asa raised an eyebrow and turned a page back. He was not eager to eavesdrop on other people's conversations.

"Sir, I just received a call from the head office in London, hoping to put your wax figure there for display at the same time." The woman's expression was a little awkward. "They heard that your nationality is there."

"I don't mind." Asa smiled, and tilted her head to stare at the woman with a puzzled question. "The album said that the head of Madame Tussauds's Las Vegas branch was a gentle man. And my agent said the contact was a man. "

The woman froze and looked down at the wax museum to introduce the album. "That gentleman is not here today, I'm just his assistant."

Asa frowned, staring at each other's pupils coldly, "Is it?"

"Sir, your defense is too heavy." As if the woman had not seen Asa's sight, she sat down calmly and poured a glass of wine for Asa.

Asa glanced at the glass and shook his head. "No, I have no interest in it."

"That's a pity." The woman shrugged indifferently and retracted the glass. "Sir, the incense here is made of Dutch tulips. What do you think of the smell?"

Asa raised her eyebrows, glanced at the milky white incense machine, nodded after taking a deep breath, "It smells good, does it have any other effects? For example, it can make people more mental?"

Don't smile deeply, the woman nodded and said, "There are other effects, sir, you will know in a while."

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