Whispers Behind the Veil Chapter 147

Sure enough, after hearing Weston’s words, the little devil puffed up his mouth.

“Who wants to see the memory of that sgumbag!”

The magician raised his eyebrows, “But you can’t deny that he is the future you.”

While the two of them were talking, the nun who had placed the trainees hurried back to report.

“Under the Pope’s crown, according to your instructions, you put a charcoal basin in each room, and the doors and windows are closed in advance.”