Why can a prisoner drink coffee leisurely in the afternoon?

What do you think of the Holy City?

A resort!!

How many people in this holy city are eager to die suddenly on the spot and die on the streets!

"What's the difference? If he is seriously sinful, I will take him on the streets and walk only a little influence before he is about to leave the world. If he has no sin, he will just enjoy his freedom in advance." Shaka said.

Mrs. Loo could not say anything about Shaka, but she couldn't accept it from the bottom of her heart!

Why can't the holy city do anything to the ultimate devil? When you come to the holy city, you should see this guy hanging high on the dragon claws of the golden dragon, covered in bruises and exposed to the scorching sun. It should not be the scene you see now.

"But……"

"At the request of China and the Asian Magic Association, as long as he did not leave the Holy City before the trial arrived, our Holy City Archangel would not deprive him of all human rights." Shaka was not interested in explaining so much to Mrs. Loo, and waved his hand.

A purple aura dispersed, easily melting away the adverse effects caused by Mrs. Luo's frost aura, and then wandered around the holy city like an ordinary woman.

Mo Fan stood there for a while, staring at Mrs. Luo's dark brown eyes, but a malicious smile appeared on her face.

Mrs. Loo felt chills.

She could feel the devil deliberately remembering her appearance, as if once he broke free from the shackles of the holy city, the first thing he had to do next was to kill himself!

Mrs. Luo Ou snorted coldly, not showing any fear at Mo Fan's gaze.

Why bother to be dying?

"Enjoy your last little freedom, you can only do this." Mrs. Loo sneered.

Mo Fan has already walked away.

...

Mrs. Luo Ou was about to enter her winery, but when she thought of Mo Fan's expression, she suddenly lost interest.

Forget it, go back to the UK.

After leaving the city, I took the Red Dragon and flew to the British coast close to the Atlantic Ocean. Compared to Italy and Greece, the holy city is much colder. The entire lengthy coastline rarely sees other colors except for some weeds.

Victoria's manor is also planted in this cold area, because of the fact that various cold-resistant plants are planted. In the entire barren land, this manor is like a unique desert oasis, blooming with colorful flowers. Even if there is not much sunlight to absorb them, their colors are still extremely bright.

The thorn flowers hanging from the high walls were Mrs. Loo’s favorite. I remember that when I was young, my childish husband climbed these thorny vine walls with bare hands just to be able to keep a warm summer night with me in an undisturbed place.

Thinking of this, she quickly walked towards the main house and followed a coiled staircase into the basement ice cellar.

There is no red wine stored in the ice cellar. There is a magic stone in the ice world that can last for a full hundred years, freezing a middle-aged man who has passed away for six years.

He sat in the chair like a contemplative person, and Mrs. Loo stood in front of the frozen corpse and stared at it for a long time.

"Dear, I have not obtained that special talent. This place can only save you for half a year at most, but it doesn't matter. The Parthenon needs the votes in my hands, and you will soon be alive." Mrs. Loo said to the sitting corpse.

In the ice cellar, there was only Mrs. Loo's talk to herself, and Mrs. Loo was the only one, but her expression and tone were constantly changing, as if she was performing a stage play.

"I won't resent you anymore when you wake up."

"When you wake up, I can give you whatever you need."

"It's my fault. We shouldn't be so angry at you for those irrelevant women. But we are husband and wife, so what can't be forgiven?"

"I know you and those little women are just having sex. You still love me in your heart. When you wake up, I will be more tolerant of you. It's my fault to freeze you here. I just want to keep you, not to take your life, I..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Loo was already covering her face and crying.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

There was a knock on the thick wooden door of the ice cellar.

"Who?" Mrs. Loo's face instantly became as cold as ice.

"Madam, the saint of the Parthenon is here." said the attendant outside the door.

Mrs. Loo showed joy on her face. She couldn't help but kiss the frozen middle-aged man, like a wife who had ushered in a new life.

"I'll change my clothes... By the way, is it Yizhisha or Ye Xinxia?" Mrs. Luo Ou replied in a calm tone.

"It's the young one." said the attendant.

"very good!"

This time, Mrs. Luo's words could not hide her excitement.

Iinosa claims to possess the magic of resurrection, but so far she has only resurrected herself. There are many controversies about her resurrection, which seems to be not the orthodox resurrection of the Parthenon, it does not belong to white magic, but rather to black magic.

Ye Xinxia mastered the resurrection technique recognized by the Parthenon soul, and even the Forbidden Spell Association and the Alliance Society had never questioned it.

Although Mrs. Loo has a deeper relationship with Yizhisha, it is related to her husband's life. For the sake of resurrection, she can make the entire Victorian family support Ye Xinxia.

...

...

The clan meeting was held in the afternoon.

Mrs. Loo naturally knew what the theme of the meeting was.

The supportive attitude of the Grand Duke Irene is very clear. She is extremely close to Ye Xinxia. Many media have reported these things many times. As an insider, Mrs. Luo Ou is also very clear that in addition to the extraordinary relationship between Irene and Ye Xinxia, ​​there are many bindings in interests.

There are now four people who hold the greatest power of the Victorian family.

One is the Grand Duke of Irene. If Victoria is a listed company, Irene owns 30% of the shares.

One is Mrs. Loo himself, and his husband's equity accounted for about 25%.

To the outside world, Mrs. Loo has only claimed that her husband was seriously ill and has not yet fully declared dead.

Another one is Old Weiler, who is Erin's father's younger brother and owns 15% of the shares.

The last one is a mysterious man who does not belong to the Victorian family, who owns 30% of Victoria's shares.

There are no other fragmented equity holders, and the proportion of Victoria's family is only concentrated in the hands of these four people. Now Victoria has become the largest family in the UK because of the dragon, and even has an unattainable position in Europe. These four people in power can influence the UK's economic and magic system to a certain extent!

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Chapter completed!