Martin Paluru, leading Glaste and Nymbhutan Jr. to the Ninth Diocesan Order of Magic.

The Holy Seven came to the Magic Order, and the magic nuns of the entire Magic Order were extremely excited, and they all watched the excitement in the hall.

"Take care of her!" Martin Paluru placed Glaste-Nyingbtan-Zhangrui Silk in the hall. Said to a high-ranking magical nun.

"Yes...... "Although the magic nun has never seen the Divine Seven, she knows that this red magic robe and golden cross can only be found in the Divine Seven.

Martin Paluru turned and walked out of the hall to Violet Ka's side.

"Let's talk as we go!" Violet Ka stepped out.

Martin Paluru is not far behind.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Violet-Ka stood still in the depths of a jungle.

In front of her was Martin Paruru, Martin Paruru's red magic robe, dancing with the breeze in the forest.

"Some time ago, there was a high-ranking magic nun who attacked the students of the magic academy in the magic academy, that is, me! Leaving no trace!" Violet Ka looked at Martin Paruru, trying to find a hint of unease in her expression.

She was wrong, her teacher, Martin Paruru, was expressionless most of the time, Martin Paruru looked at Violet Ka and said, "You doubt me?"

Violet-Ka lowered her head, her expression was heavy, she let out a long breath, plucked up her courage, and said, "Yes!"

"Hehe!" Martin Paruru smiled coldly and slowly walked towards Violet Ka, "If it's me, you'll be the one who died!"

The voice sounded in Violet Ka's ears, Violet Ka could even smell the faint fragrance of Martin Paluru's body, Violet Ka, her expression was excited, "Regarding the matter of Martin Luther King, Jr., I admit that I have done something lacking! I hope you can forgive me!"

Martin Paluru got up, and she spoke in Violet Ka's ear, with her head down.

"Her strength is not good, she should have retired a long time ago, whether she was knocked down from the altar or seriously injured by someone, she is so old in the province, and she still has to worry about the affairs of the temple!"

Martin Paruru turned his back to Violet Ka and looked into the depths of the jungle, "There are people in the temple who are involved in the affairs of the Ninth Duchy, who exactly, guess?"

The only object of Violet Ka's suspicion was Martin Paruru, who did not link the matter to the Ninth Duchy, "I don't know!"

Martin Paruru looked deeply, "Her death is not your fault, the real cause of her death, not many people know about it, she found out something." Died in the Temple, and now in the Temple, I have doubted even the Chief except you!"

Violet Ka came to Martin Paluru's side, "Mr. Martin Luther King, Jr., how the hell did you die?"

Martin Paluru was silent, "You just take care of the affairs here! Don't meddle in the affairs of the temple! I don't plan to interfere either, just in the ninth diocese, rest for a while!"

"What do you think of the next chief, little girl?" asked Martin Paruru casually.

Violet Ka looked at Martin Paruru, she was silent, and after a moment she spoke, "Her personality isn't quite right!"

"Oh, then change!" Martin Paruru turned and walked out of the jungle.

"Teacher, I'm sorry!" Violet Ka bowed deeply.

Martin Paruru didn't look back, waved his arm, and the figure of nonchalant disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, Martin Paluru had already arrived at the Ninth Diocesan Order of Magic.

There was a man standing next to Violet Ka in the jungle, it was Ivan Lina.

She said to Violet Ka, "The Ninth Diocesan Duty Officer I recommended for appointment was rejected by the Templars!

"Oh, if one day, if you were to kill your former initiate, would you be able to do it?" asked Violet-Ka.

Ivan Lina frowned, "I don't know! If she disobeys the hadith and betrays the order, I can!"

Violet Ka breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought so too!"

Martin Paluru stood in the chamber of the Ninth Diocesan Order of Magic, in front of a dozen high-ranking nuns of magic, all of whom were administrators of the Order of Magic of the Ninth Parish.

The staff on duty is the head of the Ninth Diocesan Magical Order, and the location is where Martin Paluru sits.

"Starting today, I'm temporarily acting as the Ninth Diocesan Magical Order Officer!Do you have anything to report?" Martin Paruru's gaze swept over a dozen people.

"The first seat!" a high-ranking magic nun stood up and saluted first, she spoke, "Those who have passed the examination of the magic academy have not yet come to the order to report, please show the first seat!"

"Oh, then go over and bring the people!" Martin Paruru said.

"Yes!"

The Order of Magic of the Holy Church, the Chamber of the Holy Seven, where the Chief Magical Nun sits on the throne.

There were only two people in the chamber, the other being the lead magical nun Half Moon.

The chief left her, obviously having something to ask, "The death of Teacher Martin Luther King Jr. has hit Martin Paluru very hard, and I'm afraid she will have trouble with Violet Ka in the Ninth Parish!"

Half Moon's expression changed slightly, "They used to be master and apprentice, and they were both Divine Seven, Martin Paruru's own apprentice, defeated her teacher and adoptive mother, this matter has always been rumored to be a good story!

The Chief sighed, "Who would have thought that Martin Paruru would do something!"

Half Moon said with relief, "Don't worry, Shouza!"

Half a month after leaving the conference room, she came to her office, she closed the door tightly, and a cross-domain magic teleportation array appeared on the table.

There was a parchment scroll in the array, "Mission failed, high-level magical nun died." ”

A fire appeared in his palm, burning the parchment to ashes.

Half Moon came to the window, lifted the curtains, and looked out.

I saw that the square of the Temple of Magic was full of magical nuns, and they spontaneously prayed for Martin Luther King, Jr., under the Holy Cross.

Half Moon looked sad, but her gaze was extremely determined. "One day, I'll let you know that I'm the best candidate for the Chief Magical Nun!"

The Ninth Duchy Southeast School of Magic, on the street at the entrance, all the shops are renovated.

The aftermath of the explosion made the whole street unusually cold.

The Count opened the door of the shop, looked at the cold street, and said to Sara beside him, "Take out a bottle of blood from the storeroom, and ask for ice, the taste is light!"

Sara turned and entered the store, which was extremely fortunate that the explosion did not blow up the basement the other day, and that there was no one in the store at the time, and when she returned, the shop had been repaired, and she had received a quote from the Wizards' Guild. Half of the repair cost of one hundred gold coins will be paid in advance by the Duke's Palace, and the remaining half will be borne by himself.

Sara handed the bottle to the Count, "The Wizards' Guild charges too much, look around here, most of the shops have become their property!

The Count opened the lid of the bottle, poured a glass, and shook the glass, well, yes, it can hang the glass.

The Count took a sip, "You were talking about the Wizards' Guild, give Sax, check them out, tell them that the street must be restored to its original state!"

Sachs, who is now a judge of the Union Court, arrives at the Wizards' Guild with a piece of paper, "Who are you in charge?"

Soon a man ran out with a smile on his face.

"Your Excellency, it's a big welcome to come, please come inside!"

In the conference room of the Wizards' Guild, Judge Saxophone looked serious, "I heard you clearly!"

"Yes, I heard it clearly, don't worry, I will do as you say!"

After Sachs left, the smile on the man's face disappeared, "Who's in charge of this? Call him!"

After a while, a fat man pushed open the door to the conference room.

As soon as he sat down, he listened to the president of the Southeast Magicians Association, slashing his head and covering his face, and scolding him.

"Your brain is rusty, you dare to pit anyone's money, those are ordinary people, you want money crazy!, give me back the money, and the Duke's Palace will be responsible for half of it, if the Duke's Palace knows about this, pull you out and cut you down, believe it or not! You can really make it up! Give me back, if tonight, one less shop there is not open, I'll kill you!"

The fat man crawled out of the conference room.

"I don't know what to think!" the president gasped.

"Elder, there is credible information that Martin Paluru, the Holy Seven Magical Nuns of the Templar Magical Order, is on duty in the Ninth Diocese!" the President squirted out as soon as he took a sip of water.

"Is there always any news in an eventful season?" asked the president, calming the tremor in his heart.

"The general meeting means that everything is in the interests of the Wizards' Association, and the rest is for you to do. ”

The president dropped the teacup in his hand, "A bunch of mercenary waste!"

Taking a breath, the guild leader raised his head and looked out the window of the conference room, "I hope it won't affect the Magicians Association, otherwise, the consequences will be difficult to end!"

"Elder, in my opinion, all the magicians in our association are auxiliary magicians, and they can't be compared to the main battle class of the Magic Academy and the Templar Order. Therefore, the decision of the general meeting is also understandable!"

The president pondered, "If you are afraid, you are afraid, if you involve us, then the consequences will be troublesome!"

It was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Towards the end of the evening, Martin Paluru personally stepped into the Southeastern Academy of Magic.

Dressed in a red magic robe, she declares her unique identity, followed by more than a dozen high-level magic nuns in black magic robes.

Dean and Vaux received Martin Paluru.

In the dean's office, Martin Paruru had a blank face.

"Isn't it said that you have to pass the college's graduation examination?" asked the dean.

A magical nun replied, "Because the assistant chief is temporarily on duty in the ninth diocese, things have changed, and I will take them away today!"

Vaux glanced at the dean and said, "Go and bring the people, tell them, pack up your things, and gather in the square!"

The dean turned to leave, and Vaux's eyes looked at Martin Paruru, who was expressionless, "You came to serve as the guard of the Ninth Parish, did you offend the higher-ups, or did you make a mistake and be assigned here?"

A high-level magic cultivator stood up excitedly, "Please pay attention to your words, this is the Holy Spirit Seven of our Temple, and the dignity of the Holy Seven cannot be tarnished!"

Vaux's expression was indifferent, and he said, "I'm just asking, don't be so angry, right?"

"You ......" the magical nun was about to say something, but Martin Paruru stopped her.

"Not everyone, like Vaux, was blasted out!" Martin Paruru said with a blank face.

It made Vaux embarrassed for a while, and his face turned red.

Finally, the dean walked in, and the six people who passed the examination were taken to the square.

In the square, the six people who passed the assessment looked excited, because it was the legendary Divine Seven who came to pick them up.

Martin Paruru swept over everyone expressionlessly, his expression fixed on Monstantin Deville's body, dark attributes?

She walked up to Monstantin-Deville, "Congratulations on stepping into the Order of Magic, from today onwards, I will be your teacher until you step into the Temple, tell me, what is your goal?"

Montstantin-Deville was nervous, and she stood straight.

With an excited expression, he said, "I hope to enter the temple to study,"

Seeing Martin Paluru's dim gaze, she immediately added, "I want to be the Divine Seven!"

Martin Paruru finally went from expressionlessness to a faint smile.

She came up to Zhiao-Yue and continued to ask, "What about your goal?"

"I want to be the Divine Seven too!" said aloud with a slightly red face.

Martin Paluru smiled wickedly, turned around, looked at Violet Ka as he was watching, and walked towards her step by step.

Standing still in front of Katong Erie beside Violet Ka, the sky instantly darkened, and the dark element filled the entire square.

"What are you doing, they're just students!" Vaux said to Martin Paruru.

Saying that, Volks' feet stepped on the magic array, and he wanted to dispel the dark elements in the air.

With a wave of his hand, Martin Paluru trapped Vokes in an instant, a cage of dark elements.

Trapped in it, Vaux's face was anxious, and he kept bombarding the cage with mana, and the black cage did not move.

Volksa smiled wryly, "Yes, Divine Seven!"

One by one, the other party just waved his hand, and Vaux was defeated, and this prestige was established.

"Little friend, what is your goal?" asked Martin Paruru, bending his head down and turning to Katong Ely.

The coercion pounced on Katong Ely, her steps unsteady, almost on her knees, she raised her head, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't even use the strength to open her mouth.

Pain came from the mouth of the heart, Violet Ka saw this, took a slight half step, and Martin Paruru looked at Violet Ka with a murderous look.

Violet-Ka had to retract the urge to make a move.

Katong Ely clutched her heart and collapsed to the ground, curled up in pain, Martin Paruru disappointed.

"Don't you have a goal?"