Phil Gray met his gaze and gave him a mocking smile: "What do you think?"
Marshall witnessed him kill the zombie and save Rebecca, and felt that the other party did not seem to be the murderer. He could only turn his head and continue to stare at the undead leader in front of him: "Why did you get here so quickly? Someone must have notified you in advance, right!"
The team leader hurriedly shook his head, almost unable to breathe as he was being pinched.
The other undead knights kept their heads down and remained silent.
Marshall grew even angrier, and a black longsword materialized in his other hand, as if he wanted to send these knights to the abyss together.
Phil Gray finally understood why the archbishop had mentioned the high mortality rate in the cities under Marshall's rule.
"Stop! I suspect you did it yourself, otherwise why would you lie to her that there was a carriage at the door?" Phil Gray, of course, couldn't watch Marshall kill someone in front of him, and immediately stopped him.
"What did you say? How could I possibly let someone kill her?" Marshall released his grip, answering through gritted teeth, but then he realized something. "The carriage? Where's the carriage I ordered to be parked here?"
He frantically searched everywhere, and the undead knights followed suit, looking for the missing carriage in the vicinity.
Phil Gray watched Marshall's actions with some suspicion. Could it really not be him? Was there someone else behind the giant zombie?
At that moment, someone came out of the manor: an elderly man who looked like a butler, wearing a black overcoat, and a young man who looked remarkably like Marshall.
They stared at their somewhat distraught bishop, bewildered, until they were horrified when they saw the woman's body lying on the ground.
"What? You all know her, right?" Phil Gray asked from the side.
"You, you're that candidate for Mi Lu?"
The young man recognized him and asked in surprise.
The butler stared at him grimly, tapped his cane lightly on the ground, and then a black chain of white bones shot towards Phil Gray.
Phil Gray did not dodge, but instead swung the Sunblade in a backhand motion. Golden dawn power erupted, instantly severing the bone chains and sending bone fragments flying everywhere.
"What? You want to help your master kill someone to cover your tracks? Too bad you can't do it." Phil Gray gave him a contemptuous smile.
This butler is indeed quite powerful, possibly at the God-Descending level, but even if Phil Gray can't defeat him, he can easily escape by hiding in the darkness using Shadow Grip.
So he wasn't worried at all; on the contrary, he wanted to find out the truth as soon as possible.
The butler didn't answer, but was about to continue when a voice came from afar: "Stop!"
It was Marshall who shouted it; he was watching the scene from afar, his gaze dark and uncertain.
"Milu, didn't you ask me where the carriage was? I'll show you!"
There really is a carriage? Phil Gray sheathed his Sunblade and followed behind Marshall.
They walked to the high wall of a tavern not far away, where they saw scattered bloodstains, broken carriage wreckage of varying sizes, and, of course, ten corpses, neatly hung on the high wall.
The undead knights were also examining the traces here. The leader, trembling, stepped forward to report, "Your Excellency, there are some zombie limb fragments that are the same as those found at the entrance of your manor, but their level should be at least Divine Revelation level or higher."
Looking at the rows of corpses hanging on the high wall, the butler said, "The third corpse is Captain Lucas, who was supposed to be escorting him home."
“Good, very good, ask him what exactly happened!” Marshall’s eyes grew even colder.
Ask? The person is dead, how can you ask?
Phil Gray was somewhat curious.
The butler raised his cane and pointed it at Lucas's corpse, which slowly floated down from the high wall. Then, the butler's lips trembled as he shouted, "You wandering soul, return quickly!"
The sound had a strange rhythm, causing Lucas's body to tremble violently. Then, the corpse actually opened its eyes.
"Lucas, what exactly happened? Your team has three Prophet-level and seven Eye-level members, how could they have died here so quietly!" the butler inquired.
"Ah? Lord Marshall?" Lucas turned his head toward Marshall, his eyes bulging, a dried bloodstain on a fatal hole in his chest. He recalled, "We were waiting at the door when someone came and said he knew about you and that princess, and wanted us to go with him. We wanted to report to you immediately, but unexpectedly, he used some means to trap us in a black barrier. Then he released many god-level zombies. We were no match for him!"
"Hmph, you bunch of useless trash!" Marshall cursed angrily. To be wiped out at the gates of his own manor, what kind of bastards had his family raised!
Lucas looked at him, about to say something more, but the butler waved his cane again, and Lucas's soul seemed to be pulled away, leaving only an empty shell on the spot.
"Your Excellency, how should this be handled? Under no circumstances should your selection ceremony be affected."
After learning the truth, the butler turned around and looked at Phil Gray and the group of undead knights with a chilling gaze.
Now that things have come to this, in order to cover up the relationship between the bishop and the princess, and the princess's death, everyone present here today must die!
Sending them to the abyss ahead of time can be considered a good deed.
“Bishop Marshall, I now believe that you did not kill Princess Rebecca, so I advise you not to try to cover this up by silencing her. You can kill these people in the open, but can you kill the mastermind behind it all?”
“No matter how you handle it, I believe that tomorrow the people behind the scenes will spread the word about you and Princess Rebecca. We can still testify for you, at least to prove that you didn’t kill her,” Phil Gray continued.
"If you kill us, don't the elders have a way to make the souls speak, just like your steward? That would only increase your suspicion. It's one thing for a lowly maid to die, but now the princess of the Lemo Empire has died, the only daughter of the Lemo Emperor. Do you think he would allow a candidate who might have killed his daughter to become Pope?"
Phil Gray chuckled again: "Don't underestimate the power of an empire."
Marshall slammed his fist on the tavern's high wall in a fit of rage, the wall cracked, and the corpses fell to the ground.
What do you want?
Phil Gray shook his head: "I don't care about anything. I'm only here tonight to find out where these zombies came from. If you also want to find out who killed Princess Rebecca, we can work together. I have no interest in anything else."
Marshall's brows furrowed almost into a deep frown. After a long pause, he nodded. "Alright... If you find any relevant clues, let me know immediately, and I can let bygones be bygones for your intrusion into my residence tonight."
He looked up and gave Phil Gray a threatening look. "Breaking into someone else's residence at night is a very impolite thing to do. Holy Son Miru, you'd better watch yourself."
After saying that, he left with his butler, taking Rebecca's body with him. The undead knights on the side did not dare to step forward to stop him.
The manor gates were tightly shut, but the lights would remain on all night.
The leader of the undead knights breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his brow, and bowed to Phil Gray in thanks.
“Holy Son Milu, thank you. Otherwise, we really would have had to report this to the Archbishop after we died.”
The other undead knights also looked at him with gratitude.
Phil Gray smiled. "I'm afraid you're all blaming me for ruining your plans, aren't you?"
The leader of the undead knights was startled and forced a smile, saying, "Oh, no, we don't understand what you're talking about?"
"Which holy son made you appear here on time tonight?" Phil Gray stroked his chin. "And who is your master? He was probably planning to have you die at Marshall's hands, right? Anyway, you didn't mind going to the Abyss so soon, and then when the rumors spread that Marshall had an affair with the Imperial Princess and killed her, he could have your ghosts summoned as witnesses. The fact that you saw the princess's body with your own eyes and were then silenced by Marshall would be almost irrefutable evidence. At that time..."
"Ah, are you joking? I wouldn't dare say that. We are all loyal to the Archbishop and the Grand Master. We have no personal relationship with any of the Holy Sons. Your guess is really outrageous." The team leader hurriedly retorted, but Phil Gray clearly saw guilt and panic in his eyes. He knew that even if he hadn't guessed all the truth, he was probably pretty close to it.
“Really? I was overthinking it. But I have something to discuss with you.” Phil Gray stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. “Have your men report to the Archbishop first. You’ll come with me.”
"What? Please don't make things difficult for us. It's still far from dawn. After reporting, I still need to lead them on patrol..."
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