June
The rosy sunset cast its light on the second-floor bridge. The young girl took advantage of the refreshing weather in early summer to swim on the famous old bridge across the Arno River in Florence.
This famous bridge in history carries many beautiful legends in the history of Florence, and it is full of admiration for it under the influence of ears and eyes.
However, when I saw people coming and going on the bridge, tourists of different skin colors, and vendor tents set up randomly on the bridge, all the beautiful fantasies and longings were defeated in the face of reality.
"This place has long become a tourist attraction to deceive outsiders. Local people rarely come here anymore. Aren't you very disappointed, Lily."
"One thing, I originally thought it would be more romantic and I could meet the ideal person."
"It's not good to dream!"
The one who spoke jokingly to the young girl was none other than the magician Diana Milito of the Bronze Black Cross of the Magic Guild. She was the magic teacher of the young girl Liliana Kranichal.
Liliana Kranichal, with her beautiful long straight hair, slender beauty, and slender and luxurious figure perfectly combined, looks like a moon elf who has descended into the world.
Although he is young, his resolute look that takes pride in being a knight shines brightly. He was recognized for his outstanding abilities at just twelve years old, and was officially awarded a knighthood half a month ago, whether in the Bronze Black Cross or in the He is a very dazzling newcomer in the world of magic in Europe.
The reason why it is said to be equal is that the Copper Black Cross, a magic society in Milan, also has a prodigy Erica Brantley who is similar in age and has the same talent as him. Therefore, the competition between the two is often regarded as Milan. The competition between the two major magic societies.
There are a total of seven magic societies recognized in Italy: She-Wolf, Vulture of the Sky, Old Lady, City of Lily, Clan, Copper Black Cross and Bronze Black Cross, collectively known as the Seven Sisters.
The so-called knights, in the world of magicians in southern Europe such as Italy and Spain, refer to the former Templars.
The historical Knights Templar were eliminated by the King of France at the beginning of the fourteenth century, but a small number of people survived, inherited their magic and martial arts, and some inherited their property.
For such people, they are called "knights" and are not regarded as simple magicians.
Both Liliana and Deanna are both witches and knights.
"Okay, now we should go to the monastery, otherwise..." Z.br>
Deanna reminded that their goal this time was a rural area 20 minutes away from Florence. It would be rude to the host to delay.
But before Deanna had finished speaking, a "rumbling" sound suddenly appeared above her head. Although the sky was clear just now, stormy dark clouds rolled in from nowhere, and the strong wind howled and invaded the bridge. Vendor tents and even cars parked in the parking lot were blown away.
Lunch boxes, merchandise, cigarette butts, socks, the strong wind blew, and the garbage began to dance in a circle.
"Lily, be careful."
Deanna took Lilliana's hand, dodged the empty beer cans flying over, and looked around with a serious face.
"This kind of wind was so sudden that the weather forecast didn't report it at all. No, this is no longer a normal storm."
Deanna took Liliana's hand, and the two of them got to the parked convertible and started running forward.
The wind blew up and roared, a roar that was as sad and plaintive as the undead.
This is not natural weather and weather, but magic, magic, and witchcraft. In this world, only gods and god-killers can cause such a big disturbance.
"Lily, something is wrong. Turn on your spiritual vision. Even if you can't see it, you still need to tell me the corresponding prophecy. It's best to sense which god is coming."
Deanna took the steering wheel of the car and stepped on the accelerator, running recklessly on the chaotic road.
This strong wind seemed to be alive, and her eyes even showed her presence all the way.
As she got into the car, she could feel the strong wind pulling hard, trying to sweep her and the car away.
No matter which god it is, it is an existence that humans cannot fight against.
Liliana followed her master's instructions, closed her eyes and began to use her psychic vision as a witch.
The so-called spiritual vision is not a omnipotent analytical ability, nor does it have the ability to predict with perfect accuracy. The performance of spiritual vision not only depends on the state, but also relies more on luck. It is more like the whim of the gods, giving a little enlightenment to mankind. Unstable abilities.
This is a very difficult request, but Liliana has no way. Even if she is not very smart, she must become smart at this critical moment, especially if the God of Disobedience will really appear in Florence. Then the probability of successful spiritual vision will increase countless times, after all, God is already standing in front of you.
"The sun god Apollo was obscured by dark clouds, Hercules, the dragon slayer, also showed his prowess, and the two sons of Zeus were fighting."
Liliana said that the prophecy she saw was not absolutely correct. It was just like the ambiguous oracle in the ancient Greek temple. Even if the oracle was told to you, it would not be possible to correctly understand the oracle. Not an easy task.
"The sun god Apollo was shrouded in dark clouds. This should refer to dark clouds and storms. Does Heracles who slayed the dragon refer to the Hydra that he killed, or did Hercules let the giant Atlas kill him? The hundred-headed dragon Ladon guarded the Golden Apple. The two sons of Zeus were fighting. Both Apollo and Heracles were sons of Zeus. The two of them had a fierce battle until Zeus appeared and separated them with thunder. Killed two people and ended the battle."
As a witch, Deanna muttered to herself, guessing in her mind, and then she saw Liliana who was about to be thrown out of the car and immediately shouted, "Fasten your seat belt quickly."
Storm clouds piled on the vehicle, and some dry wind blew from all directions. The storm seemed to be alive, as if it was actively attacking one's own side.
What the hell does this happen.
Deanna stepped on the accelerator furiously, making the car accelerate faster and faster. As for traffic safety, she completely ignored it.
Damn it, why did this tornado seem to be targeting the two of them.
"We really look like characters in Shakespeare's The Tempest." Liliana grabbed the seat belt and her head was almost halfway out of the car window, but even so she was joking in a good mood.
"Then you are the magician Prospero, the former Duke of Milan, 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 and their family caught up in the storm.
