Vaux glanced at the golden cage and immediately went after Violet-Ka, away from the warden.

Just listen to the sound of clanging, coming from behind him, it is the sound of the warden desperately attacking the cage.

"It doesn't seem like a good thing for you to do that!" Vaux said.

Vaux was next to Violet Ka, followed by Ivan Lina, who was following the two.

"Regardless of the safety of others, arbitrarily performing sacred-level cultivation, and imprisoning him for three days, it is considered light!

Besides, if he hadn't caused trouble, I would have been able to save the kidnapped Linnath Swift Eli!"

Ivan Lina was at a loss, Teacher, that's not what you just said.

Violet-Ka just now refused to enter the cabin to check, let alone save people.

Violet Ka is mainly concerned about the conflict with Linnath Sisti Ely, and is afraid that it will cause embarrassment after meeting.

I just heard Nalinas Witt Eli laugh so happily, it's kidnapping for us, and it's probably a trip for her.

Violet-Caco knows the minds of these little girls very well, and can mingle with the bad guys and ignore all good and evil behaviors, should she be said to be stupid, or is her heart more pure?

In front of the Holy Spirit Mountain, in front of the Magical Order of the Holy Church, the leading magical nun Half Moon, Allah Muhammad stood with his hands down.

"Teacher, I can't stand it anymore, please transfer me away, I can go anywhere, I don't want to be with that group of people anymore!" Allah Muhan prayed for Half Moon with a serious face.

I saw tears on Allah Muham's face.

"What's wrong? They're bullying you?" asked Half Moon softly.

Allah Muhammad was silent, it wasn't enough to bully, but what made me angrier than bullying me was that they had made the whole Magical Order like a bunch of hooligans. I'm afraid that I will forget my firm beliefs, and I will not be able to resist their temptation, and I will become a lazy person.

Thinks of Zhiao-Yue and Rhys-T, Monstantin Deville and Chopin-Bard. Allah Muhammad clenched his fists, especially the Chopin-Bard, who carried a bottle of red wine with him everywhere he went.

On one occasion, when Allah Muhan was not paying attention, he forcibly poured a sip on her, and Allah Muhammad developed a slight fascination with the smell of wine on Chopin Bard, which made her feel even more uneasy.

And that Grast, who was in a daze every day, was even more terrifying, and after staying with her for a long time, Allah Mohan found that she couldn't even count.

The only normal Zhiao-Yue and Rhys-T dragged her all day long to fool around in the eight training teams, and now that no one else called her Allah Muhammad, they began to call her eldest sister.

But these things could not be said to Half Moon at all, and Allah Muhan had to remain silent.

Half Moon came to the window and opened the curtains, "Have you really figured it out?"

Allah Muhammad was silent in the face of Half Moon's question, and she came to the temple to study so that she could make greater progress in her magic power, and now she is the lowest cultivator of all the trainees.

Allah Muhan decided to leave anyway, if she stayed, she would go crazy, "Teacher, I've decided!"

Half Moon knew that the few people who were brought in by Martin Paluru were always causing trouble in the temple, and even the chief magic nun, Violet Jushilin, turned a blind eye, let alone her Half Moon.

Half Moon looked out the window, and in the square of the temple, there was a man sitting there in a daze, Glaste-Nymbletan-Zhangrui, Norwegian.

She was surrounded by Zhiao-Yue, Rist, and Montstantin Deville, several of whom were fighting, and one of them was Jangarit Inas, the first parish guard who had been scolded by the chief magical nun, Violet Jushilin.

"Look at them, how much fun they have!" said Half Moon to Allah Moham, pointing out the window.

Allah Muhammad came to the window and looked at the men, and her heart was furious.

At this time, the assistant chief magical nun Martin Paruru, dressed in a red magic robe, walked from outside the temple, and when Martin Paluru arrived, several people who were originally playing quickly gathered and saluted Martin Paruru.

Martin Paluru nodded, "Yes, you can master a high-level magic technique, and the dazzling blue magic robe has finally been replaced by black!"

Zhiao-Yue and Rhys-T looked at each other, they were very happy, they had mastered advanced magic in a short period of time, and became high-level magic nuns, all thanks to Martin Paruru's cruel training methods.

"Originally, I decided to give you a few days off, but I heard from the chief that you took advantage of my absence to make trouble everywhere in these few days, and the vacation was canceled!"

Martin Paluru left a few people and walked towards the temple.

"Allah Mohan, didn't you think that with Martin Paluru's guidance, your magic power would definitely break through to the advanced level and reach the god level?" said Half Moon.

Allah Muhammad is not very fond of Martin Paluru, because the other party is the Divine Seven, she must respect it, but whether she likes it or not is really not up to her, she wants to get the guidance of Half Moon the most.

Gathering courage, Allah Muhan said, "I hope to have your advice, and I have nothing but respect for Madam Paruru!"

Half Moon's face changed slightly, and she was silent, Allah Mohan actually wanted her guidance, Half Moon was a little curious, "Why? Why me?"

Allah Muhammad was silent, "Well, because, because you are the lead chief, ahead of her!"

Allah Muhan thought for a moment and felt that this reason was not what she wanted to express, and she immediately changed her tone and said, "No, I don't care about the people in the ranking, I mean, I don't know why?"

Half Moon smiled, and Allah Mohan looked at Half Moon and smiled, and she laughed too.

At the doorway, it was Martin Paruru, and she said, "Can I come in?"

"Is there something wrong?" asked Half Moon.

Martin Paruru walked in and said, "What are you talking about? So happy?"

Banyue said with a smile, "This child, with the few people you brought back, has a different personality, and hopes that I will transfer her out of the temple!"

Martin Paruru's face changed slightly, and Half Moon's words reminded her, "The Ninth Diocesan is vacant, what do you think of her!"

Half Moon looked at Allah Muhammad, who said, "I can do it, I am willing to do it!"

Allah Muhammad, who immediately agreed, did not expect that Martin Paruru's next words would take her own life.

"It just so happened that the matter was decided, and Allah Muhan was appointed as the watchman of the Ninth Diocese.

These people, who are not very honest in the temple, let them follow Allah Muhan to the Ninth Diocese and exercise!"

Martin Paluru looked out the window, looked at the few people fighting in the square, and said.

Half Moon nodded, while Allah Muhan closed his eyes, seemingly unable to shake them off.

Letter of appointment, signed by Lead Chief Magical Sister Half Moon and Assistant Chief Magical Sister Martin Paluru.

The Chief Magic Nun has no right to refute such an appointment, and of course the Chief Magic Nun will not care about this matter. It was supposed to be a matter of half a month, and Martin Paluru was just doing a favor.

The affairs of the Ninth Diocesan Magical Order are normally handled by Half Moon, but now, because the affairs of the Ninth Diocesan Magical Order involve too many forces, they will be handled by other Divine Seven auxiliaries.

Assistant Chief Magical Sister Martin Paruru is really in charge of the First Diocesan Magical Order, and she generally does not care about the affairs of the Ninth Dioces, and she was previously on duty in the Ninth Magical Order, which was forced to bring Glaste-Nying-Bhutan-Jaureno back to the temple safely.

Now, it's time to put them back.

In the Sacred Seven Chamber, Allah Muhammad stands in front of Half Moon, leading the Chief Magical Nun, Half Moon, and personally ties yellow ribbons around her cuffs.

"The Ninth Diocesan Magical Order, starting today, will be handed over to you!" said Half Moon with a serious expression.

Allah Muhan nodded and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will manage the Ninth Diocesan Magical Order well!"

A golden plaque cast in gold with a holy cross and the name of Allah Muham on the back.

The identification of the Ninth Diocesan watchman, a golden sign, the size of a palm, was handed to Allah Muhan by Half Moon himself.

The presence of six members of the Holy Seven at the same time indicates that everyone knows how important the Ninth Diocesan watchman is and how much trust they have in Allah Muhammad.

And Zhiao-Yue, along with Mondadin Devier, Rhys Te, as well as Jangarit Inas, Chopin Bard, Glasther, and Ninbhutan Jr. Norwes, were waiting for Allah Muhan by the River Stan in front of the Temple.

The black figure, coming from the temple, is none other than Allah Muham.

Seeing a few people, waving at her excitedly, Allah Muhan reluctantly put on a smile and walked towards the group.

Everyone converged, and Chopin-Minstrel said to Glaste-and Nimbtan-Zhangruinor, "How is it, can it be done?"

I saw the sluggish Glaster-and Ninbhutan-Zhangrui Norway stood up and said, "No problem!"

As he spoke, Glaste-and Ninbtan-Zhangrui Norway closed his eyes, and the water element formed a huge water mirror in front of everyone, and the water mirror was composed of pieces of colorful crystals, shining brightly.

The water mirror showed a jungle, only to hear Rhys-Ter say, "Wrong, Glaster, it's not here, we're going back to the Ninth Diocesan Magical Order!"

"Oh!" Glaste and Nimbtan-Zhangrui Norway Silk, controlling the water mirror to rotate, finally found the right place.

"Mirror Teleport!"

Mirror teleportation is a water-attribute god-level magic, its main role is to teleport anything through space, and space magic is different, it is a water-attribute magic. Glaste-and Nimbtan-Zhangrui Norwegian silk can already be used skillfully.

There is a slight difference from the spatial teleportation of space magic, that is, mirror teleportation, which is even more wasteful of mana. Spatial teleportation, on the other hand, is a primary magic.

Everyone stepped into the mirrored water mirror, and before the Ninth Diocesan Magical Order, a water mirror appeared out of thin air.

Allah Muhan was the first to emerge from the water mirror.

This was followed by Zhiao-Yue, Rhys-T, Montstantin Deville, Chopin-Bard, Jang-Garit Inas, and finally Glast-Ninbtan-Jangrui Norwegian.

Chivaguera was the first to flee the scene with Linas Witt Eli, who was now resting on the side of the road.

Chevagra, with a mysterious expression, said to Linas Sigt Eli, "Do you know that at that moment just now, my decision was the most correct!"

"How's that, isn't it cowardice to run away?" asked Linnath Sith-Ely, sitting on the side of the road.

The two of them had already moved away from the main city, and on the side of the path leading from the main city to the town, Chevagra taught Linas Sigt Eli the first lesson of his life.

"You don't know, in that case, you can only run away, be a hero, and you will die!" Chevagra said.

As if to confirm Cevagra's words, in the distance, Killer Seventeen helped Tangulas Angela, and the two of them limped over.

No sooner had he walked up to Cevagra and Linnathan Sith Eli than Tangulas Angela spurted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Linnath Sith Wise Erie gave a thumbs up to Chevagra, "Teacher, you are simply my idol!"

Chevagra looked indifferent, "What's the point, what is this? Follow the teacher in the future and keep what you want!"

Killer Seventeen used the magic circle to heal Tangulas Angela's wounds, only to see Chevagra pulling Linas Sigt Eli towards the main city.

"Chevagra, you don't want to die, you dare to go back!" Killer Seventeen said warningly.

Chewagra said with a teaching look, "The most dangerous place is the safest place, and now the slums of the main city are the safest places, go to the apprentices, let's go home!"

In this way, Chevagra returned to the slums of the main city with Linas Si Ste Eli, where she chose a dilapidated two-storey cabin.

After a while, Killer Seventeen and Tangulas Angela also arrived.

"What's the matter? kill that little girl, I don't think there's hope!" said Chevaguera with a look of disappointment.

"When I'm healed, I'll be able to kill when I go!" Killer Seventeen said.

"You didn't notice that the little girl who was watching from the side today is the one we are going to kill, I think, that little girl, not ordinary!" said Tangulas-Angela, holding her mouth.

"What's not the law?" Killer Seventeen asked.

"From beginning to end, she has no intention of running away, if I don't feel wrong, her magic power, when you fight that suit thug, from the beginner to the holy level, almost shifts back and forth between breaths, I've never seen anything like this!"

Tangulas Angela said that although he was seriously injured at the time, he was also the most well-perceived person.

Killer Seventeen was silent, "Could it be that we are going to be fugitives for the rest of our lives, even if we are desperate, we have to give it a try!"

Several of them all had the same idea, they all wanted to kill someone, and then get the legal identity from the duke.

"You go and try it first, if the light doesn't work, we'll come to the dark!" said Chevagra.