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Corey Arthurty?

That extremely curious second-generation Pope? Because of watching the witch's bald head get killed? The year of death is exactly 250 years old and the year of birth is 250?

William stopped decisively and began to think about the possibility of the same name. He finally came to the conclusion that there is a 90% chance that the old man upstairs who read the emperor's book is the second-generation pope.

The year of birth and death is only the day of being born and killed, but for a strong person of that level, death does not mean that he is completely gone, and there are a lot of guys who are still alive after death for hundreds of years.

Thousands of Liches in the Land of Thousand Pagodas have also died for an unknown time, and are they still swindling corpses every now and then? After hanging up, changing skins and continuing to do things is simply a basic exercise for high-level powerhouses.

After thinking about the answer to this question, William could not wait to run away immediately.

In the face of such a reincarnated big man, although it is unlikely that he will be killed by a slap, but for the sake of safety, it is natural to slip away. As for the old man Cameron... I'm sorry, who is Cameron? ?

Just when he was about to find a reason to retire, an inquiry sounded.

"What's up?"

Seeing his changing complexion, the female registrar asked curiously:

"Is there anything wrong with the name? Or...you heard old Corey somewhere else?"

Following her inquiry, the system prompt sounded at the right time.

[Subject to the observation magic of the Indestructible Heroic Spirit LV90]

Great, great, no need to run this time.

Although William's face was calm, he had already pinned the female registrar to the ground, pumping her **** three points more than her colleague's chest.

He grinned slightly, and replied without a smile:

"Hehe, this name does sound a little familiar, as if I've seen it in some book."

"Ah...you seem to be a little familiar when you say that..."

After hearing William's answer, the female registrar seemed to remember something, frowned and said thoughtfully: "It seems to be a little familiar, but why can't I remember it?"

William raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this. He is the second-generation pope of your church, and there are a lot of books in this library. How could you not remember his name?

[Being confounded by the indestructible heroic spirit LV90, you need to make a will check. Failure to pass the check will obscure all relevant knowledge about Corey Arthurty]

[It was detected that the will attribute is lower than 150, the check has not been...]

[Unbounded people talent is activated, this check is exempted]

"..."

Ok, thanks for the explanation, but this time I'm afraid I won't be able to run anymore...

"what?"

There was a puzzled hum from above his head, probably because he noticed that the Confusion Magic had failed to activate. The big guy upstairs shook his hands and threw a bunch of miscellaneous detection abilities. William felt dizzy for a while.

More than half of these scout abilities needed to be checked, and were intercepted by the Unbounded People, but there were still 17 or 8 abilities that did not require checking.

As the neon lights on his body flickered, in addition to the system that did not know the principle of existence, William was seen inside and out, and even the specific dimensions of his three legs were checked seven or eight times.

He couldn't help shivering violently, and a large amount of goosebumps instantly appeared on his back, creating a strange feeling of being pulled off his pants by a philosopher.

Forget it, if you want to lift it, lift it up. Although I haven't confirmed the eyes, it must be someone who can't be beaten.

...

"pat"

The old man upstairs shivered violently, and two drops of silver liquid fell on the picture book of the enchanting girl.

He slowly closed the imperial book in his hand and sat up from the old man's chair. An old face was full of dignified colors, and two silver bloodstains under the bridge of his nose were clearly visible.

The ninth-order use of the second-order probing ability has failed so much? What the **** is that guy downstairs?

Also, what happened to his chest and right pocket?

Anything that can deceive and hurt oneself must be a mark or object belonging to the gods.

If he is a saint or a family member of a certain god, he would have said it in the past, but why do these three marks feel completely different? How could it be possible for three god-level existences to bestow favor on the same person?

With full of doubts, the old man put on his trousers expressionlessly, pushed the door with a hunched back and walked out, just in time to intercept William who was about to yo-yo at the entrance of the stairs.

The old pope stopped him tremblingly, and said with a kind face:

"Chat?"

Hehe, talk to your uncle!

...

Uncle, you are talking!

Looking at the old man who was slumped on the reclining chair with his hands on his back, and didn't say a word for a long time, William's face was full of helplessness.

What the **** happened in the past two days? The big guys actually rushed out in a crowd. This was the third ninth-order I encountered in two days.

The first two are not bad. I have been in contact with a little bit in my last life. The one in front of me is really a bunch of nerds. I have never even had a bubble.

"Here."

The dull voice interrupted William's thoughts, the old man on the chair waved his hand, and a roll of crumpled parchment flew up and swayed into William's arms.

When he was about to reach out to pick it up, the parchment deftly shook, avoiding William's hand, and miraculously squeezed into his space ring on its own.

"You're not allowed to move, it's not for you, it's for the little girl downstairs to see, you'll give it to her later."

After hearing the boss's calm words, William's dangling heart finally fell back into his stomach.

"For a while" and "you go", these two words can prove at least two things.

The deceased boss is neither ready to detain himself for a long time, nor is he ready to do research. It seems that basic freedom and personal safety have been preserved.

Sensing the change in William's mentality, Pope Two hundred and Fifteen bent the corners of his wrinkled mouth, pulled a dirty blanket over his body, and then squinted at William in front of him.

"What are you?"

"..."

If the opponent is someone who can beat him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then there is only one answer to this question - I am your father.

But according to the current situation, if you dare to answer like this, ten percent will be beaten as a grandson...

Resisting the urge to **** his head, William replied tentatively:

"Ordinary people?"

"Ha ha!"

The two hundred and five popes across from him sneered.

He stopped pretending to be a frail old man. The old man's chair creaked and he sat up straight. He stretched out his flabby fingers to tap William's heart.

Just hearing a cracking sound, the clothes on William's body burst open layer by layer, and the leather armor obtained from the Jinsara Chamber of Commerce's internal library peeled off, revealing the dark hoof prints left by the dark black horse on his chest.

What are you kidding me, with the mark of a servant **** on his chest, can he be called an ordinary person?