Job Change For All: Blood Mage, Am I Anemic?

Chapter 627 No One Can Recognize This Prop?

"How do you see it? How about I exchange this thing?"

Suddenly, in a daze, everyone was awakened by Ye Xinghe's opening.

"This... what kind of prop is this?"

Even if the cardinals came back to their senses, their minds kept flashing back to the illusion they had just fallen into.

They are all at least eighth-level powerhouses of Destiny, and the props that can pull them into the illusion must at least be artifact-level props.

There is no doubt that the small tower floating in Ye Xinghe's palm is exactly a small tower of artifacts!

But because they don't have a pupil technique similar to [Blood Demon Eyes], they can't check the specific information of the props without the ownership of the props.

Therefore, they spoke eagerly, wanting to know what kind of treasure the small tower in Ye Xinghe's hand was.

This Ye Xinghe's way is too wild, first of all, there is a nine-story demon tower with its own space.

Now take out another one, a small tower at the level of an artifact, what a "treasure boy"!

"What kind of prop is this, you can guess."

Ye Xinghe smiled playfully.

This prop comes from the God of Light, these cardinals who have always claimed to be the most devout servants of the God of Light.

If you don't recognize it or look away, it's really a big joke.

"Ye Xinghe is trying to test us? If we can't recognize it, wouldn't it be a joke about the origin of this thing?"

When everyone saw Ye Xinghe's smirk, they couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, and secretly slandered.

Although they are dissatisfied in their hearts, they dare not show it.

Everyone kept smiling and whispered to each other for a while.

Finally, a knowledgeable cardinal was selected to identify the origin of this prop.

This old cardinal is named Clark. He is the head of the archdiocese library and has always been nicknamed "Living Encyclopedia".

He has a shaggy head, a pair of old-fashioned scholar's glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a white beard that grows almost to the ground. He is very old.

When everyone was undecided about the little tower in Ye Xinghe's hands, the first thing they thought of was the bishop.

Clark approached Ye Xinghe with a smile, took out a magnifying glass from the portable space, put it in Ye Xinghe's palm, and carefully checked the details of the small tower.

"This old man...couldn't he be the sweeping monk of the Guangming Sect?"

Ye Xinghe looked Clark up and down.

This cardinal, Ye Xinghe met him the least number of times, and the two times he met were in the library.

Although in terms of field of vision, this person's attribute value is not high, but Ye Xinghe feels that his knowledge reserve is the highest among all the people.

Otherwise, he would not be arranged by the head teacher to be in charge of the library.

Clark put his eyes on the magnifying glass, and after looking at it for a long time, he straightened up with his waist supported.

With some doubts in his eyes, he adjusted the small-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "The architectural style of this small tower... has an obvious religious style."

"It can be said that this should be the work of a certain god."

"In order to promote ideas, some gods often make some props and spread them to the world to spread their own teachings."

"And, judging from the illusion we fell into just now, this is a Tongtian tower."

"There are many props of this style circulating on the market, but the Tongtian Tower of the artifact level has never come out..."

"I think……"

"..."

Clark hesitated a bit when he spoke, which immediately aroused everyone's anxiety.

"Clark! You have said so much, did you recognize it? What is the origin of this prop?"

If this is wrong, Ye Xinghe used a bluffing small tower to replace their dilapidated ancient tower.

If it gets out, their people will lose a lot.

Clark looked a little stiff, shook his head and said, "Forgive me for my lack of knowledge, I can't see the origin of this thing."

He bowed slightly and apologized to everyone.

Lores patted Clark on the shoulder and sent him back into the crowd.

Walking in front of Ye Xinghe, he said with a smile: "Little Ye Shengzi, don't be a fool."

"We old men don't know how many times we have been eliminated by the times."

"Such a new thing, don't take it out and test us."

Hearing this, Ye Xinghe had a strange expression on his face. He put the [Tower of Light] in front of Lores and shook it:

"Can you really not see the origin of this thing?"

"This prop is not only a new thing, but a prop that is too old!"

This is the artifact of the God of Light. It is impossible that no one in the head of the Light can't recognize it, right?

Lores doubted: "Isn't it?"

"Clark is an old pedant, what an ancient prop, he should be able to recognize it."

"Why don't you give him a hint?"

"He may be old and confused..."

Ye Xinghe also didn't expect that the Divine Artifact of the God of Light, isn't there any record of the Master of Light?

Aren't treasures like the residence of the God of Light worthy of being recorded in the "Bible of Light"?

He didn't bother to give any hints, so he directly reached out and handed the Tower of Light to Lores, saying: "I have already released the binding of the item. As for what this thing is, you can see for yourself."

"Is this...is this appropriate?"

Lores was surprised.

The level of this prop is at least an artifact.

Ye Xinghe actually directly handed the artifact without any binding to his hand, which is really too generous.

"Why isn't it suitable?" Ye Xinghe smiled, "Am I still afraid that if you take it, you won't be able to run away?"

"That's not true."

Lores laughed.

This may be Ye Xinghe's confidence in his own strength.

If it were someone else, it would be impossible for him to have the courage to hand over an artifact without any bindings to others easily.

"Heroes are born as teenagers!"

Lores sighed, took the Tower of Light from Ye Xinghe's hand, and subconsciously looked at the item information.

He just glanced casually, and the whole person froze in place.

Lores' eyes widened, his hands began to tremble slightly, his body weakened slightly and he took a few steps back.

Ye Xinghe looked at him with a smile, and said: "It's not a loss for you to exchange this?"

A group of cardinals looked at the strange conversation between the two, and were a little confused.

"What's wrong?"

"What is the origin of this prop?"

Clark is most concerned, after all, he just lost face in front of everyone.

He is eager to know now, what kind of prop is this small tower?

"Yeah! What the hell is Lores?"

"Tell me quickly!"

"I'm really anxious to die!"

"..."

A group of cardinals also urged, wishing to go up immediately, snatch the small tower from Lores's hand, and see for themselves.

"This... this is the God of Light, one of the palaces that used to be in the world!"

Lores took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice.

"What?!"

When everyone heard the words, they rushed to Lores in a swish, and they surrounded him.

"Can you... can you say that again?"

Everyone suspected that they had hallucinations in their ears, and wanted Lores to say it again.

When Lores saw so many people approaching, he was a little panicked by the crowd.

Subconsciously stuffed the Tower of Light into his personal space.