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 preserved, their lifespan will be stretched to a very exaggerated level.
It can be said that as long as Beta does not make mistakes, he can stay in the Pope's position for at least five hundred years.
Keke Yala stared at Beta for a while, and then said softly: "Indeed, I believe you can do it too, but can your Woking City survive until then?"
"Yes." Beta said with a smile: "We have already started to restrict the inflow of foreign population. I have a lot of experience in urban planning. I know how many people there are in a city and how much cultivated land should be left."
Ke Keyara leaned forward slightly, and the white silk clothes that were close to her body swayed slightly with her movements, and the delicate bones were looming: "You don't look like a human being, but you look like a scholar specially trained by our elf empire 10,000 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. Few forces have recorded historical facts, and there are not many books. In this case, human talents are already very good at one aspect of knowledge.
But Beta is not only a legend, but also very knowledgeable, even Kokoyala feels that she is inferior.
"thanks."
Beta smiled to show modesty.
Keke Yala was silent for a while, and said, "Can I go back and think about it?"
"of course can."
After that, Kokoyara took Emilia away.
On the way back to the guest house, Keke Yala asked: "Just now you were watching the recording and heard our conversation. What do you think of the Pope?"
Emilia shook her head slightly: "I don't have any opinion."
"But your heart was beating fast just now."
"It's the first time I appear on such a formal occasion, and I'm a little nervous." Emilia said rather embarrassedly: "And I feel a strong sense of oppression from the human pope."
Keke Yala was a little surprised: "Can you feel it? He didn't release the dragon power, only those with sharper spirits can feel it. You may have a talent for perception."
Emilia smiled shyly.
Back at the guest house, Keke Yala asked Emilia to make an extra backup record of today's negotiation, and then went back to the room to consider the issue.
Going back to her room, closing the door, Emilia finished what she was doing. The sunlight outside the window has been slanted, and it shines on the table, warm.
She sat at the table with her chin propped up, a comfortable smile in her eyes as bright as morning stars.
After being dazed for a while, she got up and found a small elf ukulele in her salute, and fiddled lightly.
Emilia's gentle singing is mixed with the elegant music.
"Lover in the distance, I want to go to your side, to enjoy the morning sun setting in the Valley of Stars with you, and to pluck the stardust flowers blooming in the moonlight with you..."
This is the traditional love song of the elves, as long as an elf can sing it.
But there are very few who sing sweetly and charmingly like Emilia.
Not long after, there were a few elves standing outside her room door, listening quietly.
Compared with Woking City, the atmosphere here in Sicily City looks murderous.
Judy's pterodactyl team hovered in the air, below them were two rows of white crocodile cavalry, and behind them, several bishops led their own temple guards to help out.
On the opposite side of them were more than two hundred red-robed priests.
Katie stood in the center of the two sides, opposite her was a middle-aged red-robed bishop.
"Woman, don't go too far." The middle-aged red-robed pastor said gloomyly: "Your wealth gods have all left, and now you want to take away other believers, do you really think we are all fools?" .”
Katie crossed her arms and said indifferently: "But these people all admit that they are believers of our goddess, and I have the responsibility to take them away from this dangerous place."
"Believers of the Light, believers of the Goddess of Life, when did you become your believers?" The middle-aged pastor was so angry that his cheeks trembled a little.
"They said yes, of course they did."
Katie is very confident, there are Judy and her pterosaur team, the white crocodile cavalry team is also here, and now there are more than a dozen bishops from the temple rushing over, and there are only a hundred red-robed priests. Ignore it.
These believers who tell lies, and believers from other religions who are willing to be rescued by the Wealth God Sect, are all potential sources of belief.
Qibo was just yesterday, when the last group of believers of the God of Wealth were transferring, an old man pulled his granddaughter and asked if he could bring her granddaughter along, she is also one of the believers of the Goddess of Wealth.
At that time, Katie saw that the girl was obviously a believer of the Light God Sect, so she shouldn't have been taken away, but looking at the miserable old man, Katie realized that she was also a single-parent family, so she turned a blind eye.
Then several believers saw this and used this method to bring 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 sneaked in had turned into superficial believers of the God of Wealth Sect.
Overjoyed, Katie decided to save more citizens. Even if the conversion rate was only one-third, it was still a profit.
As a result, the next day, as soon as he took more than 2,000 other believers out, the Zoroastrians came to question him.
At this time, listening to Katie's unreasonable words, the middle-aged pastor said grimly: "It seems that your Wealth God Sect must be against our Zoroastrianism? I don't know that your Pope knows that you are so bold and reckless. Don't lie down in bed angrily."
It’s okay not to mention Beta, but when it comes to Beta, Katie is more confident: "You are lucky, the person you met is me. If our Pope is standing in front of you, you dare to threaten him like this, he With a big wave of your hand, you will be driven out of Sicilia directly."
When the middle-aged priest heard this, his expression became even more unhappy.
Little people can't take on big responsibilities. Under normal circumstances, as long as they threaten the other party with jihad, ordinary bishops or officials will be sweating from fear.
But the woman in front of her didn't care at all.
"Okay, I've finished what you should say, now it's my time." Katie snorted dissatisfiedly: "Go away, don't block me from rescuing the believers of my religion."
Such rude words caused a commotion among the members of the Zoroastrian Cult, and several priests were about to use spells.
And Judy in the air also drew the bright longbow, and the white-mouthed crocodile team was even more eager to try and think about it.
But the middle-aged pastor raised his hand and stopped his subordinates. He stared at 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 loomed among the ruins of the collapsed building.
Although the priests of the Fire Worship Cult are good, they can only leave with the middle-aged priests. (https:)
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