Versatile Mage

2993 That Person Is Mo Fan

Black feathers, black flags for mourning, and black flower petals were sprinkled all over the streets in the Holy City .

in front of the audience, Mo Fan made his way to the end of the city’s boulevard.

The Holy Palace was in the city center. The Holy City had a total of seven avenues. From above, they could see how crowded with structures the city’s center was. The seven avenues from the edges of the city led to the majestic Holy Palace and intersected at the perfect center point of the city. The avenues divided the Holy City into fourteen areas, and each area was presented in the shape of a fan.

The Holy City was divided into a Front City and a Back City.

The Front City was the seventh area that was near to the Alps Mountain. It was also the only entrance to the Holy City.

After they entered through the city, the path led straight to the Holy Palace. When Mo Fan noticed that the First Avenue of the Holy City was filled with black thorny flowers and roses, he gave them a smile.

“I didn’t expect such a big welcome from you. I’m flattered,” he said to the Archangel Ramiel who escorted him.

Ramiel blew his beard and scowled. He was so furious. “We’re mourning for Shalitha. This will also be your funeral!”

“Archangel, didn’t you have a rule that said whoever willingly recited the divine oath would be fairly judged? I am still innocent until proven guilty.,” said Mo Fan with solemnity.

“Do you think you can survive the judgment?!” said Ramiel.

Mo Fan sighed. “Judging from the tone of your voice, I can sense that you will convict me without hesitation on Judgment Day.”

“You’re right. You may be able to deceive the world with your various lies, but we’re aware of how Shalitha died. Are you aware of the severity of your sin for killing an Archangel? You will be subjected to the harshest sanction of the Holy City!” Ramiel said without hesitation.

“You’re not the only person who decides the outcome of the judgment,” said Mo Fan.

“We all know what will happen to you. Here’s a reminder for you, the last person who faced similar judgment was a Greek called Wen Tai,” said Ramiel.

“It’s my honor to be treated unfairly just like him,” answered Mo Fan.

“Stop spewing nonsense! The reason he was executed was because of our fairness. Regardless of your position, identity, or religion, the people from the Holy City will never allow a heretic to survive in this world,” Ramiel said, firmly.

Mo Fan did not say anything more. It would be meaningless if he continued to debate with someone like him.

There were no vehicles on the Holy City avenues. Everyone traveled on foot.

The clergymen dressed lavishly, including the Archangel Ramiel. He wore a purple-gold divine armor. Even his feathers glowed in a golden luster. He looked majestic.

The sight was impressive. Such a situation did not often appear in the Holy City. The pedestrians were forcibly pushed to the sides. Only the clergymen could walk on the clean and spacious First Avenue.

The truth was that the people did not look at the clergymen. They focused on Mo Fan, who was at the front of the line.

They found it hard to believe that the legendary three-headed and six-armed demon was actually an Eastern boy who looked so ordinary. His demonic aura was not intense, and he did not have rageful golden irises.

He had the typical Eastern features with neat, black short hair and a pair of black-brown eyes.

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Mo Fan walked toward the Holy Palace. He recited the divine oath, so no one could put shackles on him.

The Archangel Ramiel stood behind Mo Fan and glared at him.

The clergymen reacted as if they were facing a great enemy. They kept a close watch on their surroundings and acted cautiously.

‘Was it true that the killer of the Archangel Shalitha surrendered to them without a fight?’ They wondered. He was arrogant and looked down upon the Holy City. ‘Would he truly allow the people of the Holy City to take him into the palace in chains?’ There must be some kind of conspiracy. They could not let down their guard. They had to be prepared for a battle!

They continued to march forward. Both sides of First Avenue of the Holy City were crowded. They dared not step into the middle of the road. They stared at Mo Fan. They discussed him in fear.

The journey was long. It was so long that by the time Mo Fan stepped into the Holy Palace, the world already knew of his arrival.

People from St. Kai’s Altar in Australia, Cape of Good Hope, Magic Castle from Africa, St. Paul’s Holy Church from Europe, and the Divine Palace of Freedom from America congratulated Ramiel and his group. Shalitha’s death had shocked everyone from the Magic Association. Thus, the Enforcement Union from the Magic Association immediately listed Mo Fan as the most dangerous and wanted criminal.

The directive was issued from the continental level to the national level before spreading to various famous cities like wildfire. Finally, the people from the Magic Association learned about the news. It had been years since a directive was issued with immediate effect. Similarly, they had never revoked such a high-level directive in only three days.

Mo Fan had truly put the people from the Magic Association on edge these three days.

None of the Magic Association, including the continental Magic Association wanted to take over the troublesome case. After all, who would dare to arrest the person who was capable of killing the Archangel Shalitha?

Mo Fan surrendered himself. And that was the best outcome!

Asian Magic Association was the only association that did not immediately issue a wanted notice. Meanwhile, China Magic Association tore the wanted notice after receiving it from the Holy City.

No matter how heated the debate or the world was, Mo Fan slowly entered the Holy Palace and vanished in the midst of the Holy Judges while being covered in live social media posts from many different nations!

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At the City of Canals in Venice, a gothic style sanatorium was situated near the hills. It provided a perfect view. They could enjoy the beautiful sunset of Venice from here.

Many people admired the view and took some pictures. Some of them lamented the fact that it had been such a long time since they had enjoyed the sunset in Venice. They had not enjoyed such a golden, serene, and picturesque sight for a while now.

A lady sat quietly on her chair. She rested her gaze on a frivolous young man who was goofing around. He looked comical, and he flirted with one of the nurses as if no one was around.

“Mother, what are you looking at?” Zhao Youqian peeled off the skin of the grapes and held it up to her mouth.

The lady shook her head. She had no intention of eating the grapes.

She smiled. “Manyan used to be like him. He always looked as though he lost his soul and his mind whenever he saw pretty girls. He ignored everyone. When he was young, he only played with girls with good looks, both older and younger than him. If he were still alive, he would be about the same age as that young man.”