"Impossible, how could this be? How do you know my identity?" Dwyer revealed his face, staring intently at Phil Gray. However, it was not the face of an old man, but the face of a middle-aged man. His eyes revealed resentment and ferocity, but a long sword was pressed against his throat.
Looking to his left, there stood the knight Ernest.
“Of course I know. Did you think you were hiding it well?” Phil Gray smirked. “You killed Miss Ella, who died under mysterious circumstances, didn’t you?”
“That day, we all drank the same wine and ate the same food, but Miss Ella died, which is very strange. But I also remembered something: she had touched the cardboard you brought.”
"Your friend also came into contact with cardboard and carried it with him, and nothing happened to him, did it?" Dwyer said sarcastically.
"Yes, that's because he didn't drink that bottle of wine, otherwise he would have ended up like that poor lady. Touching the cardboard won't kill you, and drinking the wine won't kill you either, but if both conditions are met, you'll be poisoned. This is a mixed poison made by you plague makers, isn't it? You smeared poison on the cardboard, and you deliberately stole the remaining wine bottles that day to cover up your act of poisoning them."
"That's it? Where's the evidence?"
"Furthermore, you are not a follower of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom at all. Understanding ancient scripts is essential for drawing wisdom from ancient books and texts; it is a basic requirement for His followers. However, in the first cave, I deliberately misspoke about one point. I said that the God of Time and Space refused Duke's request because he found Duke rude, but in reality, those scripts meant that He refused because He had no authority over life and death. When I asked you if your translation was correct, you said it was. Doesn't this prove that you simply cannot understand those scripts?"
Dwyer didn't speak, but just stared at him fiercely with his reddened eyes.
“However, all of this is ultimately just my speculation. There’s really no need to make it so complicated. The god of fate has granted me the Eye of Fate. Your past and future are both in my sight. No matter how well you disguise yourself, you can’t hide anything from me.” Phil Gray raised a faint smile. “Although a friend once criticized me for prying into other people’s fates, the events of these past few days have made me suspect that there is a traitor among us. So I have no choice but to use the Eye of Fate on you, Mrs. Dean, and Mr. Allen.”
"The result was not unexpected. It was indeed you, the plague maker who stole Dwyer's name and identity. The real Mr. Dwyer is still studying ancient books in the Light of Wisdom, and he has no entanglement with the apostates at all."
From the scene of fate he witnessed, Mr. Dwyer was quite famous in the Light of Wisdom, especially his "theory of believer choice," which sparked a lot of controversy. No wonder this nameless plague maker said those words that seemed high-minded to him and won his favor. It's just that none of them were knowledgeable enough to see through his false identity.
Of course, he also discovered many unexpected things with his Eye of Fate. He saw that Mr. Allen liked to live a double life, wearing women's clothes to attend celebrity parties at night, while poor Mrs. Dean had somehow preserved her deceased husband's body and was living her daily life as if he were still alive.
Sure enough, everyone has their own privacy, and he certainly wouldn't pry into things unless it was under these circumstances.
"I suspected you must have discovered something when you attacked the townspeople today. Tonight, I also told my two friends to keep an eye on my room. If I am taken away, they only need to follow behind. Of course, fearing you might poison me, I also asked another friend who is favored by the God of Life for some antidote flowers to take in advance. But I didn't expect you to just give me sleeping pills."
Dwyer stopped speaking.
“Alright, now search his space stone and find that bottle. That will give us evidence to prove Eli’s innocence. As for him, he killed so many townspeople; let him go meet his great plague god.” Phil Gray’s gaze was icy.
"Let you be smug for a few more days! Great plague god Bitta, you sowed the seeds of plague, let the beautiful wails echo among the people, let the melodious cries of crows sound the horn of death, the pervasive disease is a tribute to you, only pain can lead to the true kingdom of God!" He sang hymns praising Bitta madly until Ernest's longsword slit his throat.
“Huh? We haven’t even asked him why he targeted that girl or Eli,” Patrick said.
“No need to ask. I saw with the Eye of Fate that his family had been persecuted to death by the Holmes family, so he hates those families in the Church of Fate. That day you almost exposed our identities, and he thought we were from those families and wanted to poison us. But who would have thought that we weren’t interested in the flower Eli was looking for? Instead, it was that girl who glanced at it.” Phil Gray shook his head helplessly.
“Well, his space stone must have a lot of good stuff.” Patrick searched his clothes and finally found a belt around his waist with a small blue gem on it.
"Such a small space stone probably can't hold many good things." Patrick was somewhat disappointed. He used his divine power to take the items out of it.
"Hmm, the wine bottle is here. The wine inside is indeed unused. I'll keep it safe. There are also twenty gold coins. I'm really poor. There are also some bottles and jars, which may all contain poison. Oh, and here is a book. It's a book written in ancient script."
“Give it to me.” Phil Gray took it. The book was a bit old, and the cover read “Tales of the Gods.” Yes, he had seen it when he was spying on this man’s fate. It seemed that this plague maker had stolen it from Mr. Dwyer.
Poor Mr. Dwyer, he really shouldn't have ridden on the same train as this plague-maker.
However, Phil Gray couldn't help but be curious about the contents of the book, wondering which daring believer would write such a book. But now was not the time to read it, so he put the book into his spatial stone.
Their gaze fell upon the scales of fate, still gleaming white in the air.
"What changes would occur in this space if these scales of fate were removed?"
Phil Gray's eyes were fixed on the scales.
But before he could think about it any further...
Something unexpected happened.
The scales suddenly floated in the air and flew straight towards him. Phil Gray reached out his hand, and the scales landed steadily in his palm.
Patrick and Ernest were dumbfounded.
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