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No, no, I will just pretend that I heard nothing and know nothing, otherwise I might be killed to silence me.
Fortunately, Wu Hui did not have the ability to read his mind, otherwise, he would have really killed the Pope. His mind was full of all kinds of messed up thoughts.
"Hey, Stuart, I didn't expect you still recognized me." Wu Hui looked at him with a smile, "We haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years. In the blink of an eye, how come your hair and beard are all white, and your face is full of wrinkles like an old man? Back then, you, Stuart, were a handsome young man, and countless girls cried and shouted to marry you."
It’s so heartbreaking!
Stuart's heart felt like it was stabbed with countless knives. He took a few steps back. Can more than a hundred years be called a blink of an eye? I am now 170 or 180 years old. Isn't it normal to be old and weak
It's better than being on the verge of death like Charles the Kid.
However, at this moment, the Son of God Wu Hui was indeed still young and handsome, almost exactly the same as when he first met him.
For a moment, both Stuart and Charles were filled with extreme jealousy. Their life-long achievements were enough to be recorded in history, and they were usually quite proud of themselves. But compared to Wu Hui, they seemed to be nothing, and he took all the good things.
The scenes at the Magic Holy Land back then appeared before their eyes, as clear as if it happened yesterday.
Inside the bedroom, there was silence and awkwardness.
"My dear husband." Catherine gently held Wu Hui's hand and said softly, "Charles the Great has made great contributions to our church. If you can save him, then save him. If you really can't, then make an exception and lead his soul into the kingdom of heaven and use the Rebirth Pool to reshape his divine body."
"Alas~" Wu Hui looked at Charles and sighed deeply, "Charles, Charles, this Son of God has always thought that you are a smart person."
Charles the Great's eyes just showed a glimmer of hope, but his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that His Majesty the Son of God...
"My dear, is there something wrong with the emperor?" Catherine's eyes were slightly puzzled. "Although he has been pursuing worldly power excessively over the years, his heart for light is still firm. Although he is far from the level of a saint, he can still be considered a devout believer, right?" She did not have Wu Hui's divinity, and could not see through Charles's background at a glance.
"Your Highness, the Son of God, I, I..." Charles the Great was like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look Wu Hui and Catherine in the eye.
"Katherina, you don't know this." Wu Hui sighed regretfully, "Just now when I used my divine power to help Charles recover his body, I discovered that his belief in light had already collapsed."
"Impossible?" At this moment, even the contemporary Pope Saint Trevicorn's face changed. "Although Charles the Great has a strong personality and is somewhat arbitrary, he is still very loyal to the faith of our Lord. Could it be that... his behavior over the years has been a disguise?"
False believer!
Generally speaking, only Wu Hui's divinity can distinguish who are the true false believers.