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Milton Cheney did not speak, standing calmly on the spot.
After glancing subconsciously at the old man next to him, Milton made no unnecessary movents.
Indeed, a surge of thoughts had rushed into his mind in that brief mont.
However, these ideas were quickly dismissed from his mind.
“You must be rlin? A good youngster I believe.”
The old man in front of Milton had a flash of white light in his eyes that seed to have fully seen through Milton.
“Allow 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 movent of his hand and a red transparent sphere appeared in his palm.
There seed 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.
However, he guessed that it should be similar to the Talent Column that detects talents, only at a higher level.
The next mont, Milton infused the spiritual power within his body into the sphere in front of him.
Contrary to what Milton had imagined, the red sphere showed no changes after his infusion of spiritual power.
Just as it was before.
Seeing this, Carl did not seem surprised.
Instead, he looked at Dole and asked, “Did you personally test the kid’s talent?”
Dole nodded his head.
Of course, it was he who had personally tested Milton’s talent.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have discovered the difference between Milton’s talent and normal talent.
It seed that Carl knew his brother well.
“It’s normal if it was you, the kid’s talent has no issues.”
As soon as he said this, Dole frowned slightly.
He didn’t argue with Carl because, compared to Carl’s mastery on the path of a spiritualist, he could never match his brother.
“So, what’s the reason?”
Carl did not answer Dole’s question but instead turned his attention back to Milton.
“Your main consciousness is not complete.”
Carl looked at Milton and said softly.
Hearing these words, although there was no change in Milton’s expression, his heart tightened for a mont.
For a mont, Milton thought his identity as a reincarnated person was about to be discovered.
Milton quickly furrowed his brows and feigned confusion.
As if he had no idea what Carl was talking about.
However, the next mont, a sense of relief washed over Milton.
Because even Carl, a Level 7 Spiritualist, did not find out about his identity as a reincarnated person.
“Do you sotis feel like your body doesn’t belong to you, as if soone is wrestling control of your body with you?”
Seeing that Milton did not say anything, Carl asked.
Upon hearing this, Dole, standing beside Milton, also looked at Milton, as if he had rembered sothing.
However, his furrowed brows slightly relaxed.
Because after decades, Dole was still able to tell whether Milton was a complete person or not.
After all, as a Level 6 Spiritualist, if he couldn’t figure out even this, he wouldn’t have been able to reach such a high realm in his cultivation.
The reason Dole relaxed was that his brother was finally wrong for once.
“I’ve never had such a feeling.”
Milton said.
For a brief mont, he had thought about playing along with Carl’s words.
However, he eventually dismissed this idea.
After all, it was easy to tell a lie, but to make that lie convincing was far from an easy feat.
Therefore, Milton ultimately chose to tell the truth.
As long as the Old Dean in front of him couldn’t find out about his identity as a reincarnated person, everything else was fine.
His biggest secret was the Simulator.
And reincarnation, to Milton’s knowledge, was sothing even a Level 7 Wizard could not do.
“Really?”
Hearing Milton’s words, Carl stroked his white beard and mumbled to himself.
He seed to be pondering whether there were other possibilities to this occurrence.
“Would it be a Dark Body?”
“Do you mind if I use my spiritual power to check your body? Rest assured, I will not probe your mory or consciousness.”
Carl said.
At this mont, Milton was truly hesitant.
He was okay with everything else, but the fact that his body would be checked made him a little worried.
Although Carl had said he would not probe his mory or consciousness, even if he did, Milton could not resist.
After all, he was only a Level 2 Spiritualist, much below a Level 7 Spiritualist.
However, after hesitating for a while, Milton agreed.
After all, if he refused at this point, wouldn’t that make him look suspicious?
Being hesitant was normal, but turning down after hesitating was not.
After all, the Old Dean was currently helping him to check the problem with his talent. If Milton refuses, it will inevitably raise suspicion.
Milton can only hope that Carl would do as he said and not probe his mory or consciousness.
Otherwise, he might very well trip up this ti.
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