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Chapter 347: Chapter 203 “Dark Body” and “Suddenly Enlightened” (Please Subscribe)

Milton Cheney did not speak, standing calmly on the spot.

After glancing subconsciously at the old man next to him, Milton made no unnecessary movements.

Indeed, a surge of thoughts had rushed into his mind in that brief moment.

However, these ideas were quickly dismissed from his mind.

“You must be Merlin? A good youngster I believe.”

The old man in front of Milton had a flash of white light in his eyes that seemed to have fully seen through Milton.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Old Dean referred to by the old man next to you, Carl Laine.”

“And the old man at your side, he’s my younger brother, Dole Laine.”

After Carl finished speaking, Milton formally said:

“Old Dean, thank you.”

A Level 7 Spiritualist was certainly worthy of Milton’s deep respect.

Hearing Milton’s words, Carl chuckled lightly and said, “No trouble at all.”

With that said, a movement of his hand and a red transparent sphere appeared in his palm.

There seemed to be a liquid shaking within the crimson sphere.

“Place your hand on it and infuse your spiritual power into it.”

Carl said.

Without any hesitation, Milton placed his hand on the red sphere that was already hovering in front of him as soon as Carl finished speaking.

Milton did not recognize what the sphere in front of him was.

guessed that it should be similar to the Talent Column that detects

power within

Milton had imagined, the red sphere showed no changes after his infusion of

as it was

Carl did not seem

Dole and asked, “Did you personally

Dole nodded his head.

was he who had personally tested Milton’s

the difference between

that Carl knew his brother

normal if it was you, the kid’s talent has no

soon as he said this,

on the path of a spiritualist, he could never match

“So, what’s the reason?”

not answer Dole’s question but instead

consciousness is not

at Milton and

although there was no change in Milton’s

Milton thought his identity as a

his

if he had no idea what Carl was

the next moment, a sense of relief

even Carl, a Level 7 Spiritualist, did not find

doesn’t belong to you, as if someone is wrestling control of your

not say anything,

Dole, standing beside Milton, also looked at Milton,

his furrowed brows slightly

was still able to tell whether Milton was

out even this, he wouldn’t have

reason Dole relaxed was that his brother was finally

never had such a

Milton said.

had thought about

eventually