June

The rosy sunset casts on the second-floor porch, and young girls take advantage of the crisp early summer weather to swim on the famous old bridge that crosses the Arno River in Florence.

This historic bridge is home to many beautiful legends from Florentine history, and it is all the more fascinating to hear and see.

However, when you see the people coming and going on the bridge, tourists of different colors, and the vendor tents set up randomly on the bridge, all the original beautiful fantasies and longings are shattered in the face of reality.

"It's been a place to deceive outsiders for a long time, and the locals don't come here very often, isn't it disappointing, Lily."

"One thing, I thought it would be more ruined, to be able to meet the ideal person."

"It's not good to dream!"

Speaking in banter to the young girl is none other than Deanna Milito, the magician of the Bronze Black Cross of the Magic Society, who is the magic teacher of the young girl Liliana Clanichar.

Liliana Clanichar, with her beautiful hairstyle with long straight hair, and her slender beauty, perfectly combined with her slender and luxurious figure, are like the appearance of a moon elf descending into the world.

Although he was young, he was proud of his knightly resolute expression, and he was recognized for his outstanding ability at the age of twelve, and was officially awarded as a knight half a month ago, both in the bronze black cross and in the entire European spell world.

The reason why it is said to be quite is because the same magic association in Milan also has a prodigy Erica Brontry of the same age and the same talent, so the competition between the two is often regarded as the competition between the two magic associations in Milan.

There are seven magic societies recognized in Italy, the she-wolf, the vulture of the firmament, the old lady, the capital of the lilies, the red black cross, and the bronze black cross, collectively known as the Seven Sisters.

In the world of magicians in southern Europe, such as Italy and Spain, knights refer to the Templars of the past.

Historically, the Knights Templar were wiped out by the French king in the early 14th century, but a small number of them survived, inheriting their magic and martial arts, as well as those who inherited their property.

For such people, they are called "knights" rather than mere magicians.

Both Liliana and Deanna are both witches, and they are both knights.

"Alright, it's time to go to the convent, or ......," Z.br>

Deanna reminded them that their target was the countryside, 20 minutes from Florence, and that it would be rude for the host to delay the time.

But before Deanna could finish speaking, there was a sudden "rumbling" sound overhead, although the sky was clear just now, but the stormy dark clouds rolled in from nowhere, and the wind howled and invaded the vendors' tents on the bridge, and even the cars parked in the parking lot blew.

Bento boxes, merchandise, cigarette butts, socks, and the wind blows, and the garbage begins to dance.

"Lily, be careful."

Deanna grabbed Liliana's hand, dodged the empty beer cans that flew over, and looked around with a serious face.

"This gale is so sudden, the weather forecast doesn't report it at all, no, it's not a normal storm anymore."

Deanna took Liliana's hand, and the two of them got to the parked convertible and began to run forward.

The wind rose and roared, a roar as desolate and mournful as the spirits of the dead.

It's not natural weather, it's magic, it's magic, it's witchcraft, and only gods and godkillers can cause such a storm in this world.

"Lily, something is wrong, turn on your spiritual vision, even if you can't see it, tell me the corresponding prophecy, it's best to sense which god in the world is coming."

With the steering wheel of the car in her hands and her foot on the accelerator, Deanna rampage unscrupulously on the chaotic road at this time.

This wind is almost like a life, and the eyes even have her presence, all the way

When she got into the car, she could feel the wind pulling hard, trying to sweep her and the car away.

No matter which god they are, they are beings that cannot be fought against by humans.

Liliana obeyed her master's instructions, closed her eyes and began to use her psychic skills as a witch.

The so-called spiritual vision is not a universal analytical ability, nor does it have the ability to predict every shot, the play of spiritual vision not only depends on the state, but also relies more on luck, which is more like the whim of the gods, and slightly gives human beings the apocalypse, which is an unstable ability.

This is quite a difficult requirement, but Liliana doesn't have any way, even if she is not very bright, she must become spiritual at this moment of crisis, especially if the god of disobedience will really appear in Florence, then the probability of spiritual success will increase countless times, after all, the gods are already standing in front of you.

"The sun god Apollo was obscured by dark clouds, Hercules the dragon-slaying dragon showed his prowess, and the two sons of Zeus fought."

Liliana's prophecy of what she saw was not infallible, just like the vague oracles of the ancient Greek temples, and even if they told you the oracle, it was not easy to understand the oracle correctly.

"Apollo, the god of the sun, was shrouded in dark clouds, this should be talking about dark clouds and storms, Hercules who slayed the dragon refers to the hydra he killed Hudra, or does Hercules have the giant Atlas kill the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, who guards the golden apple. The two sons of Zeus were fighting, both Apollo and Hercules were the sons of Zeus, and the two of them had a fierce battle until Zeus appeared and separated the two with thunder, ending the battle."

Deanna muttered to herself as a witch, guessing in her heart, and then saw Liliana who was about to be thrown out of the car and immediately yelled, "Quickly fasten your seat belt."

The dark clouds of the storm were piling up on the vehicles, and a slight dry wind was blowing from all sides, and the storm was almost like a living thing, as if it were about to attack its own side.

What the hell is going on.

Deanna stepped on the accelerator frantically, making the car accelerate faster and faster, and as for traffic safety, she completely ignored it.

What the hell, why is this tornado like it's staring at the two of them.

"We're like characters from Shakespeare's play The Tempest." Liliana grabbed her seat belt and her head was almost half out of the window, but even then she was joking.

"Then are you the magician in it, the former Duke of Milan, Prospero, or his daughter Miranda."

Deanna said jokingly, but there was fear in her eyes.

Don't be the King of Naples and the Duke of Milan who are caught in the storm.