Noble Emblem

How long can a legend live?

It depends on when he becomes a legend. If he becomes a legend at a young age, his lifespan will be stretched to an exaggerated level because a large amount of life energy is preserved.

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

Cocoyala stared at Beta for a long time, and then said softly: "Indeed, I believe you can do it, but can your Watkins City survive until then?"

"Okay." Beta said with a smile: "We have already started to restrict the inflow of outsiders. I have a lot of experience in urban planning. I know how many people there are in a city and how much farmland should be left."

Cocoyala leaned forward slightly, her close-fitting white silk clothes swayed slightly with her movements, and her delicate bones were looming: "You don't look like a human, you look like a scholar specially trained by our Elf Empire ten thousand years ago. "

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

Beta understood what she meant. Human life is very short, and human history is also very poor. There are few forces that record historical facts, and there are not many books. For human talents in this situation, it is already remarkable to be able to master one aspect of knowledge.

But Beta is not only a legend, but also very knowledgeable. Even Kokoyala feels that she is not comparable to him.

"Thanks."

Beta smiled to show modesty.

Cocoyala was silent for a while and said, "Can I go back and think about it again?"

"sure."

Afterwards, Cocoaara left with Emilia.

On the way back to the guest house, Cocoyala asked: "You were watching the record just now and heard our conversation. What do you think of this pope?"

Amelia shook her head slightly: "I don't have any opinion."

"But your heart was beating very fast just now."

"It's my first time to appear in such a formal occasion, so I'm a little nervous." Emilia said with embarrassment: "And I felt a strong sense of oppression from the human pope."

Cocoyala was a little surprised: "Can you feel it? He didn't release the power of the dragon. Only those with a keen spirit can feel it. You may have a talent for perception."

Amelia smiled sheepishly.

Back at the guest house, Cocoyala asked Amelia to make a backup record of today's negotiations, and then went back to the room to think about the problem.

Returning to her room, closing the door, and finishing what she was doing. The sunlight outside the window has been deflected, shining warmly on the table.

She sat at the table, holding her chin up, with a comfortable smile in her eyes as bright as morning stars.

After being in a daze for a while, she stood up, found a small elf ukulele in her bow, and began to play it gently.

The elegant music was mixed with Emilia's gentle singing voice.

'My lover from afar, I want to come to you, watch the sun set in the Starlight Valley with you, and pick the star flowers blooming in the moonlight with you...'

This is a traditional love song of the elves, and any elf can sing it.

But there are very few people who sing sweetly and seductively like Emilia.

After a while, several elves were standing outside her door, listening quietly.

Compared with Waking City, the atmosphere here in Sicily City seems murderous.

Judy's pterosaur team was hovering in the air, with two rows of crocodile cavalry below. Behind them, several bishops with their own temple guards were assisting.

Opposite them were more than two hundred red-robed priests.

Katie stood in the center of the two parties. Opposite her was a middle-aged red-robed bishop.

"Woman, don't go too far." The middle-aged red-robed priest said gloomily: "All the members of your Wealth Cult have already left, and now you want to take away other believers, do you really think that we are all fools? ”

Katie crossed her arms and said nonchalantly: "But these people admit that they are believers of our goddess, and it is my responsibility to take them away from this dangerous place."

"Believers of light, believers of the goddess of life, when did they become your believers?" The middle-aged pastor's cheeks were so angry that his cheeks were shaking.

"They said yes, of course."

Katie is very confident. Judy and her pterosaur team are here, and the white-mouthed crocodile cavalry team is also here. Now there are more than a dozen temple bishops rushing over, and there are only a hundred red-robed priests. She has no idea. Disregard it.

These believers who tell lies and believers of other religions who are willing to be rescued by the Wealth God Sect are all potential sources of faith.

It was just yesterday that the last group of Wealth God Cult believers were moving. An old man took his granddaughter and asked if he could bring her granddaughter with him. She is also a believer of the Wealth Goddess.

At that time, Katie took a look and realized that this girl was obviously a believer of the Light Cult and should not have been taken away. But looking at the miserable old man, Katie thought that she was also a single-parent family, so she turned a blind eye.

Then several believers saw this and used this method to get their relatives into the team.

As a result, on the second day, Katie was surprised to find that half of these believers from other religions who had sneaked in had turned into light believers of the Wealth God Sect.

Overjoyed, Katie decided to save more citizens. Even if the conversion rate was only one-third, it would still be a profit.

As a result, the next day, as soon as they took more than two thousand other followers out, the Zoroastrian people came to question them.

At this time, listening to Katie's unreasonable words, the middle-aged pastor said sullenly: "It seems that your Wealth Cult must be against our Zoroastrian Cult? I don't know if your Pope knows that you are so bold. I won’t lie down in bed so angry.”

It's okay not to talk about Beta. When it comes to Beta, Katie is even more confident: "You are lucky, the person you met is me. If our Pope is standing in front of you, and you dare to threaten him like this, he With a wave of my hand, I will drive you out of Sicily City."

When the middle-aged pastor heard this, his expression became even more unhappy.

Small people cannot bear big responsibilities. Under normal circumstances, as long as the opponent is threatened with jihad, ordinary bishops or officials will be scared to death.

But the woman in front of him didn't care at all.

"Okay, you've said all you need to say, now it's my turn." Katie snorted dissatisfied: "Go away, don't stop me from rescuing the followers of this religion."

Such rude words caused a commotion among all members of the Zoroastrian Cult, and several priests were about to use spells.

Judy in the air also opened the long bow of light, and the White-mouthed Crocodile team was even more eager to take action.

But the middle-aged pastor raised his hand to stop his subordinates. He stared into the distance for a while, then turned around and shouted with a livid face: "Let's go."

In the distance, the priests of the Temple of Storms were looming among the ruins of the collapsed building.

Although the Zoroastrian priests remained intact, they could only leave with the middle-aged priest.