"If it wasn't the Holy Spirit, why did he know about the Goldbach's conjecture I proposed? And why could he see through my thoughts many times?"

Rosen was completely relieved when he heard this. He thought for a moment and then said: "If there is a night attack, the opponent will definitely change the attack method, such as asking Diego to throw boulders towards the high ground."

Sure enough, after hearing this, Alfroya looked shocked: "Well, this has indeed greatly diverted my attention."

Sure enough, Alvroya kept dancing as if no one else was watching. He only turned his eyes and glanced at Rosen, and then his voice sounded.

So Rosen said: "I accidentally thought of a new question that might help the saint regulate his depression."

"I've tried various methods, but I really can't figure it out."

Alfroya was stunned, with a hint of surprise on his face.

She sighed: "Father God has been pursuing the eternal realm for centuries, but he has never been able to succeed. His mood will only be darker than mine at this moment."

How to solve it?

"Understood."

Alfroya asked instead without answering: "I want to know the answer."

"You are right. Compared with momentary physical pleasure, eternal knowledge is something truly worth pursuing."

Less than two seconds later, Alfroya's indifferent voice came from above the head in front of him.

"It is my brother's request not to teach you soul knowledge. Although I agree, it is my past who agreed to this matter. The one who made the request is also my past brother."

"Okay, then pretend I didn't ask."

Alfroya stopped and turned to look at Rosen, with a confused look on her face.

Rosen laughed dryly: "This question came to me accidentally and I had a clear idea of ​​​​solving the problem. However, I didn't have enough manuscript paper at the time, so I didn't write it down."

With that said, she walked down the white jade steps, came to Rosen, stretched out her hand to hold Rosen's chin, and gently raised his face.

Unexpectedly, Alfreya's words changed again.

So, with a solemn look on his face, he pushed back without being soft or hard.

Rosen took a look, and a thought flashed through his mind: 'These clothes are so thin, they can't be pajamas, right?'

She turned around and walked towards the palace, when another gust of mountain wind blew by, blowing her dress tightly against her body again.

"Because I think that the external beauty of the body is not worth pursuing. It is lucky to have it, and it doesn't matter if you can't have it. Its value is far less than knowledge."

"Or, this is actually not the Holy Spirit, but a dream disguised by evil spirits."

"I remember I told you that because you killed someone using the secret method of borrowing fire and violated the third golden rule, I can no longer teach you soul knowledge."

After thinking about it, it's nothing more than a great way to divert attention.

"Just don't let him know anyway. You won't let him know, right?"

Rosen said one thing in his mind: 'Come on, if you hurt others a thousand, you will lose a thousand and a half.'

"The daughter of the Golden God is so beautiful~ If I put this in my material library, she will be on par with the stunning beauty of the country."

Gendeloni said: "Going to bed early and getting up early is good for your health."

Of course Rosen remembered these words, and when he saw the other party's indifferent expression, he guessed that there was no chance this time, so he felt a little disappointed and shrugged.

"Don't you want to see it? I'll show you as much as you want, and it will be part of the reward this time."

"Actually, it's not that I'm sensitive, but that your magic power is strong enough and I pay enough attention to you."

Fortunately, he is well-informed. If he were a local young man or a god-fearing uncle, he would be better off.

Rosen shook his head decisively.

After passing through an extremely dark passage, my eyes lit up slightly and I found myself standing on a high mountain cliff, with a bright moon above my head and a white jade palace in front of me.

So Rosen came up with the Mersenne prime conjecture.

"Luofanle and Diego have all escaped, and the rebellious mage has not shown up yet. There is still a possibility of a night attack. Tell him to pay attention, and then call the mages to reinforce the walls around the high ground."

What can Rosen say?

He raised his head and stared at Alfroya, his eyes clear and firm.

Rosen immediately knew that his soul had been summoned.

"And my reward?"

Then he immediately flashed back to his past encounter in the Arena of Gods, immediately calmed down and bowed his head in salute.

"."

There were several magic lamps lit in the palace, neither bright nor dark, and Alfroya, who was only wearing a white dress, was concentrating on dancing a very elegant and fairy-like dance.

After a pause, she said: "Stop standing at the door blowing the mountain breeze, go into the hall and talk."

It seems that what the other party said is right, the soul cannot be blown away too much.

So, he saluted again: "Thank you, Saint, for your concern."

Then he walked into the White Jade Hall.

Alfroya turned around again and walked towards the depths of the hall.

"The spirit-induced dream is different from the summoning of the temple. Without the protection of the Fa'ao priest, the dream will be a little unstable. Therefore, we have to discuss it in detail in the Requiem Warming Hall on the second floor."
Chapter completed!