How long can a legend live?

It depends on when he breaks through the legend. If he becomes a legend at a young age, because a large amount of life energy is saved, their life will be stretched to a very exaggerated level.

It can be said that as long as Beta does not make mistakes, he can at least stay in the position of the Pope for 500 years.

Coco Yala stared at Beta for a while, then said softly, "Indeed, I believe you can do it, but can you Okinawa survive that time?"

"Yes," Beta smiled. "We have long begun to limit the inflow of migrants. I have a good idea in urban planning. I know how many people are in a city and how much arable land should be left."

Coco Yala's body leaned forward slightly, and the close-fitting white silk clothes wobbled slightly with movements, and the delicate pins were looming: "You don't look like a human. You look like a scholar specially cultivated by our Elven Empire ten thousand years ago. "

At the end, she added: "You know too much."

Beta understands her meaning. Human life is very short, and human history is also very poor. Few forces have written historical records, and there are not many books. In this case, human talents are already very proficient in one aspect of knowledge.

But Beta is not only legendary, but also very knowledgeable, even Coco Yala doesn't think he can match.

"Thank you."

Beta smiled as a sign of modesty.

Coco Yarra was silent for a while and said, "Can I go back and think again?"

"of course can."

Cocoara then left with Emilia.

On the way back to the hotel, Coco Yala asked, "You just watched the record and heard our conversation. What do you think of the pope?"

Emilia shook her head slightly. "Nothing."

"But you just beat fast."

"It appeared a little nervous for the first time on such a formal occasion," Emilia said embarrassedly. "And I felt a strong sense of oppression in the human pope."

Coco Yarra was a little surprised: "Can you feel it? He didn't release Long Wei, only those who are more sensitive can feel it. You may have a talent for perception."

Emilia smiled embarrassedly.

Back at the welcome hotel, Coco Yara asked Emilia to make a backup record of the negotiations today, and then went back to the room to consider the issue.

Go back to her room, close the door, and Emilia finishes the things on her head. The sunlight outside the window had been skewed, shining on the table, warm.

She sat at the table, propped her chin, and smiled comfortably in the bright eyes like Morning Star.

After a while, she got up in her salute, found a little elven ukulele, and fiddled gently.

The gentle melody is mixed with Amelia's gentle singing voice.

‘My lover in the distance, I want to go to your side and enjoy with you the sunrise that falls in the Valley of Starlight, and with you I pick the stardust flowers that bloom in the moonlight ...’

This is the traditional love song of the elves, who can sing as long as it is an elven.

But like Emilia, she sings sweet and charming, but few.

After a short while, a few elves stood outside her door, listening quietly.

Compared with the city of Okinkin, the atmosphere here in Sicilia seems to be very aggressive.

Judy's pterodactyl team circled in the air. Below them were two rows of alligator cavalry. Behind them were several bishops with their temple guards to help out.

Opposite them, there are more than two hundred priests in red robes.

Katy stood at the center of the two sides, opposite her, a middle-aged red-robed bishop.

"Women, don't go too far," said the middle-aged priest in a red robe gloomily. "Your wealth gods have all gone, and now you want to take other believers. Is it true that we are all fools? . "

Katie clasped her hands in her chest and said indifferently: "But these people acknowledge that they are followers of our goddess, and I have a responsibility to take them away from this dangerous place."

"Bright believers, believers of the Goddess of Life, when have you become your followers?" The middle-aged pastor shivered with anger.

"They said yes, of course."

Katie's confidence is very strong, and there are Judy and her pterosaur team, and the alligator cavalry team is also here. Now there are more than a dozen bishops of the temple rushing over, and there are hundreds of red priests. Not in your eyes.

These false believers, and other believers willing to be rescued by the God of Wealth, are potential sources of faith.

The mooring was just yesterday, when the last batch of wealth **** believers were transferring, an old man pulled his granddaughter and said, can she also bring her granddaughter, she is also one of the believers of the goddess of wealth.

At that time, Katie saw that the girl was a follower of the Bright Deity and should not have been taken away, but looking at the bitter old man, Katie thought that she was also a single parent family, and opened one eye and closed one eye.

Then several believers saw this, and in this way, their relatives were also included in the procession.

As a result, the next day, Katie was surprised to find that half of these mixed believers had actually turned into shallow believers in wealth theology.

Overjoyed, Katie decided to save some more citizens. Even if only one-third of the conversion rate was earned.

As a result, the next day, when more than 2,000 followers of his religion were taken out, those who worshiped the fire came to question.

At this time, listening to Katie's unreasonable words, the middle-aged priest said vaguely, "It seems that your wealth theology must be right against our worship of fire? I also don't know that your pope knows you are so bold and will I wo n’t lie on the bed. "

Not to mention Beta is okay. When it comes to Beta, Katy is more confident: "You are lucky, the person you meet is me. If our Pope is standing in front of you, you dare to threaten him like this, he With a big wave, you are kicked out of Sicily. "

When the middle-aged priest heard this, his expression became even more unpleasant.

Little people ca n’t afford big responsibilities ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Generally, as long as you threaten the opponent with jihad, the general bishop or official must be scared with sweat.

But the woman in front of her didn't care.

"Well, you've finished everything you say, now it's me." Katie snorted dissatisfied. "Go away, don't stop me from saving the believers."

Such rudeness caused a commotion among the worshipers over the fire, and several priests had to use spells.

And Judy in the air also opened a bright longbow, and the Alligator squad was eager to try to get started.

But the middle-aged priest raised his hand and stopped his subordinates. He stared at the distance for a while, then turned around, and yelled, "Let's go."

In the distance, the priests of the Temple of Storms are looming in the ruins of the collapsed building.

Although the worship of the priests is not wrong, they can only leave with the middle-aged priest.

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