"call……"
Phil Gray rubbed his temples. Was that the voice of the God of Death? Had he finally heard His words of wisdom once again?
"To seek the truth about death and to bury the lost souls?"
Phil Gray repeated the words word by word, trying to understand their meaning, but he couldn't make heads or tails of it.
It was already dawn. Pulling back the curtains on the boat, the deep blue sea was bathed in the golden sunlight of the first rays of sunrise, making it exceptionally enchanting.
"Knock knock knock!"
A knock sounded at the right time. Phil Gray opened the door, and it was Eli. "Want to go have breakfast together?"
"good."
After quickly washing up, I arrived at the restaurant and had barely sat down when I heard a noisy discussion among the people around me.
There were occasional gasps of surprise.
Phil Gray and Eli were confused, only vaguely hearing the words "drowning" and "corpse".
Viscount Ward also came over, followed by well-trained knights dressed in neat red cloaks and armor, drawing the attention of the restaurant's guests.
"What happened?" Phil Gray asked curiously.
Viscount Ward smiled and sat down in front of them. "Last night, this ship pulled up a body."
Phil Gray's heart skipped a beat. What did this have to do with his dream and the prophecy of the god of death?
He frowned. Although he really wanted to upgrade the Proverb, right now, he hoped that nothing major would happen and that he could successfully reach the island and find his cousin.
"Want to go take a look? I heard the death was horrific. The Commercial Church is about to send someone back to shore," Viscount Walter said casually, crossing his legs.
Phil Gray nodded.
On the third deck, a pale, waterlogged corpse lay on a white sheet.
Phil Gray pinched his nose, trying not to smell the foul odor, but he was shocked when he saw the corpse's head.
It was exactly the same head he had fished up in his dream.
"What's wrong?" Eli asked, noticing his pale face.
"It's nothing, you've probably never seen those mountains of corpses piled one on top of another on the battlefield, have you?" Viscount Ward laughed heartily.
“Watch out!” Phil Gray warned.
Viscount Ward, with his back to the corpse, felt a chill run down his spine. The corpse had actually stood up and reached for the back of his head with its pale hand.
"snort!"
With a swift swing of his longsword, the knight behind Viscount Ward severed the corpse's arm, causing it to fall to the ground, its hand still clutching the viscount's head.
"Damn it!" Viscount Walder's face was contorted, and he kept pulling at the back of his head, his hair aching from the effort. Even though he was releasing his red divine power, he couldn't get rid of the hand.
"My lord!" The knight was dumbfounded.
Just as Viscount Ward was about to make a ruthless decision to cut off that patch of hair, flames appeared out of nowhere, instantly charring the hand black, and it fell to the ground.
It did set a few strands of his hair on fire, but the fire was quickly extinguished and did not cause much damage.
“Thank you. I never imagined you were a follower of the Prophet of the Day.” Viscount Ward said, smoothing the back of his hair as he looked at Phil Gray, who had extended his hand.
"It's alright, why did the corpse suddenly start moving?"
Phil Gray was puzzled.
Eli bent down and carefully scanned every part of the corpse. "He seems to have become a ghost."
“The undead…” Phil Gray fell silent. These were the lost spirits that the god of death had ordered him to bury?
"Hey? Didn't I tell you not to let anyone over? What are you doing here?" A fat man walked over, dressed in fine clothes, with several gemstone rings on his fingers.
"Oh dear, it's already pitiful enough that they drowned in the sea. We were planning to bring them ashore to see if anyone would claim them. What have you done?" The fat man then saw the severed arm and the blackened hand on the ground.
"He's become a ghost, so you'd better be careful. If anyone dies on the ship, don't say I didn't warn you." Viscount Ward glanced sideways at the fat man.
"Haha, thank you, Viscount." The fat man chuckled and ordered his men to hurry up and carry it away, but unexpectedly, a sailor-looking man rushed over in a panic.
He was breathing heavily, and his body was trembling.
"First mate, something terrible has happened! A ship has suddenly appeared and is about to collide with us!"
"What? Are you kidding me?" The fat man's expression remained calm.
"Putting aside how a ship suddenly appeared at such close range, what other ship could be so big as our Gold Coin III? If it crashes into us, it's just asking for death! If all else fails, have the first and second officers activate the defense mechanisms!"
The fat man's eyes were full of confidence in the Gold Coin No. 3, after all, it was a ship belonging to the Commercial Church!
The sailor remained terrified. "You can see for yourself if you don't believe me! And it's really too late!"
The sailor shouted and, in his panic, jumped sideways into the water.
"Are you crazy? We're far from the shore, you'll die in the sea!" the fat man roared angrily.
The others realized something was wrong and quickly ran to a position with a clear view. Before them stood a ship even larger than the Gold Coin No. 3, with a sturdy black hull, masts, and flags fluttering in the wind, charging straight toward them.
But at this point, it was too late to even jump into the sea to escape.
This speed must also be powered by the blue crystal!
At the moment the ship collided, Phil Gray suddenly thought of something.
A solid white wall of fate blocked his way. Phil Gray used all his divine power to maintain the defense, but there was no impact as he had imagined. He only felt dizzy and a chill ran through his body before he lost consciousness.
Phil Gray didn't know how much time had passed, but he kept hearing someone talking in his ear.
"Gold Coin No. 3, our church spent a lot of blue crystals to have the Creation God Cult reinforce it and add a divine power defense barrier. Even if a ship crashes into it, there's no way anything will happen!"
"No way, which ship can be as sturdy as our Gold Coin?"
"The captain is an old hand, and the first mate, second mate, and other sailors have more than ten years of experience. How could they possibly collide with other ships?"
"The flight path, the flight path problem..."
The constant muttering and grumbling kept ringing in his ears, repeating the same few sentences over and over again. Phil Gray was getting annoyed.
He sat up, feeling a slight soreness in his neck.
Looking to the side, the one speaking was the fat first mate. He had his eyes closed and was unconsciously muttering those words.
Phil Gray's lips twitched as he realized Phil was talking in his sleep.
Looking at the others, Viscount Walder was already awake, sitting on a round stool, looking amusedly at the fat man who was talking in his sleep.
Phil Gray stood up and patted Eli, who was lying beside him. "Wake up, we seem to be okay."
“It’s alright, but haven’t you noticed we’re no longer on Gold Coin No. 3?” Viscount Ward said gravely.
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