Although he was somewhat helpless, Phil Gray had not been unaware of this situation. He slowly put the Blazing Sun Sword into his spatial storage, then looked up and said, "Let's go. Have the butler lead the way. We're going to Spirit Light Street."
It was nearly midnight when the banquet ended, but the servants of the mansion were still diligently serving their masters who had not yet rested.
The Holy Son's carriage was already prepared. The butler, Gerald, bowed and placed a footstool on the carriage, temporarily taking over the coachman's job, and led them to the famous Radiant Street in the City of Light.
Along the way, Gerald introduced the situation of the City of Light.
The entire City of Light is circular in shape, with the central church at the center. From the center, it radiates outwards into nine concentric circles. The inner three circles are the residences of clergy, the middle three circles are the residences of the upper class, and the outer three circles are the residences of ordinary people. In addition, there are a considerable number of farmers and idle landowners on the outskirts of the City of Light.
In addition, the two main roads that run through the City of Light divide the city into four equal parts along the north-south and east-west directions, namely the four regions of east, south, west, and north. Each region has some smaller streets.
Lingguang Street is a particularly famous street located in the fifth circle. It is lined with shops on both sides, bustling and lively. Outsiders open shops here, and the noise never stops day and night. The residents of the City of Light love to come here to stroll in their spare time.
"arrive."
Gerald said respectfully.
They spotted the humble little shop nestled among numerous upscale stores at a glance, with the words "Tailor Shop" crookedly written on its wooden signboard.
But there must be other reasons why they would open a shop here and not skimp on renovations.
"Your Highness, we meet again."
Stepping into the cramped little house, Phil Gray saw an elderly man with slightly curly hair, a wrinkled face, and a slightly overweight build sitting in a rocking chair. In front of him was a small, transparent bottle, and Phil Gray could clearly see the ghost Frank, shrunk a hundred times, inside.
"Yes, Elder Memphis."
Phil Gray had just met this elder at the banquet. Pope Dawn had introduced him to the various factions within the Church. The elders who had been demoted to godhood included Memphis, Glenn, Nancy, and Aubrey. Memphis belonged to the Memphis family, an old and established family of the Church of Dawn that had produced several popes. Glenn rose from commoner status and did not belong to any family within the Church of Dawn. Nancy and the pope both belonged to the Noyce family, a family known as the Sunwatchers, the details of which the pope did not elaborate on. Aubrey, on the other hand, belonged to the same family as Vincent, and therefore was not friendly towards this suddenly appearing new Holy Son.
"This guy in the bottle claims to be your friend? Listen to this, how ridiculous! A ghost actually dares to try to be friends with the Holy Son of Dawn! This is the funniest thing I've heard in a year!" The old man shook his head, turned the bottle upside down on the table, and Frank inside, caught off guard, was instantly dizzy and hit his head on the bottle's mouth. He cursed and swore for a moment, but no sound came out.
“Elder Memphis, I’ve always thought it’s a waste to destroy these undead. Wouldn’t it be better to enslave them and make them work for us, provided they don’t cause any major harm?” Phil Gray said.
"Absurd! What difference is there between us and those Death Followers of the Church of the Dead who control the dead? Enslaving them? Aren't you afraid of being devoured by them one day?" Memphis slammed his hand on the table, expressing his disapproval.
“We have been fighting against the Church of the Dead. Knowing your enemy and yourself will ensure victory in every battle. If we understand the dead better, won’t we be more likely to win in our future struggles with them? Moreover, as the followers of the Day Prophet, we are the natural nemesis of the dead. We can naturally restrain them, so why should we fear any backlash?” Phil Gray tried to persuade us from another angle.
Elder Memphis glanced sideways, paused for a moment, and looked the Holy Son up and down before laughing. "Did you think I was the kind of stubborn old man who wanted to exterminate all the dead and couldn't tolerate any imperfections?"
Isn't that so?
Phil Gray maintained his smile. "It seems I misunderstood Elder Memphis. I wonder if the elder can release me, this ghost slave. He helped me a lot before and was my main fighting force. I will keep him under control from now on and not let him run around."
"Ha, you guessed right. I am indeed such an old man. All the dead should roll back to that dark abyss! Staying in the human world will only sully the eyes of the Prophet of the Day. His gaze is always on the human world. Your Highness, stop getting entangled with these things!"
The old man stood up, waved his hand gently, and the small bottle on the table disappeared instantly. Then he adopted a gesture of seeing the guest off.
"Your Highness, please excuse me from seeing you off further!"
Phil Gray thought to himself, "This is a big problem. Frank, too, how did he end up in front of this elder? Apart from him and Aubrey, I could at least negotiate with the other elders."
"Memphis, this is my shop. Why are you turning me away? I haven't even asked His Highness if he has any styles he likes yet."
An elderly woman dressed simply, wearing a gray-blue headscarf, emerged from the inner room. She smiled and carried a pale yellow package, nodding repeatedly. "His Highness looks truly handsome in this outfit. It would have been perfect if the little pearls on the cuffs were replaced with mermaid tears. It's a pity the Church's remaining stock was all used by the Memphis family's granddaughter to make dresses." She then unwrapped the package, revealing a pale gold cloak, which she handed to Phil Gray. "I am not worthy to attend tonight's banquet. This cloak is a gift for His Highness, but thankfully I have the opportunity to present it to you first."
Phil Gray accepted the cloak and thanked him. It turned out that the magnificent dress he was wearing had come from such a simple tailor shop.
"Hey! Grab your clothes and get out of here. And you, what about the dress I asked you to make for Caroline? Were you too busy trying to please the new Holy Son?" Memphis snorted.
"It's all done, what's the rush! Have you found your granddaughter?" The old woman glanced at him.
"No, it's been months and there's still no news. I asked the Knights for help, and they searched the entire Eastern Continent, but they couldn't find any trace of that girl. Tomorrow, I'll go look for her myself. Sigh, what if something happens to her? How am I going to explain this to her parents?" Memphis said with a headache, his words filled with disappointment and frustration.
"She'll be fine, she'll be back in a few days. Everyone knows how much she misses the new dresses her grandfather prepares for her every season!" the old woman comforted her.
Just then, they heard the Holy Son's voice, tinged with laughter: "Miss Caroline? If there is no other lady with the same name in the Church of Dawn, then I know her whereabouts very well."
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