Phil Gray looked over and saw that the speaker was an obese man who was gnawing on the meat on his plate, his mouth greasy and his face disdainful.
"Really? Let me see. Oh, you are indeed more deserving of first place at the flower show than I am, because you yourself are the best nourishment for the flowers." The man in the suit looked him up and down, revealing a charming smile, but with a dangerous aura.
He casually snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, red flowers bloomed on the obese man's face and arms, tearing his skin and causing blood to flow.
"Aaaaah, what's going on?" The obese man fell to the ground in pain, letting out a pig-like scream.
The tavern was in turmoil, and the ladies who had been looking at each other with love were now filled with terror.
"It's just a little magic trick, everyone, don't be afraid." The man in the suit snapped his fingers again, and the flowers on the man's face and arms disappeared.
The obese man struggled to his feet, staggered, pushed open the tavern door, and ran out.
"I wonder if anyone would be willing to offer me a small donation?" the man in the suit said with a smile.
The young ladies and wives remained silent, and some guests even left quietly.
"Is he also a chosen one?" Phil Gray asked in a low voice.
“Hmm, he looks like a chosen one of the God of Life. I can’t tell his level. He should be higher than me, but chosen ones are generally not allowed to use their abilities in front of ordinary people. I don’t know how he dares to use them so openly.” Patrick said with a solemn expression.
“Didn’t you say you were doing magic?” Phil Gray laughed.
But his smile quickly faded, because his divine power automatically focused on his eyes, his gaze still fixed on the man in the suit. A flash of white light appeared in his icy blue eyes, and the "Eye of Destiny" had activated on its own.
The river of fate began to flow, and a scene appeared before his eyes.
A man in a suit stood on a platform surrounded by flowers, with a brightly colored backdrop behind him that read "Flower Exhibition of the Chosen of the Gods in Durr City".
Then an old man wearing a light green robe and holding a scepter handed him a pot of flowers. The flowers were so strange that they were blurred in the scene.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the flowerpot as if in a trance, loudly chanting something, his expression frenzied. In an instant, blood seeped from his body, turning into a pool of blood. The old man in the light green clothes was also horrified, his body also began to bleed, and he stumbled and crawled off the stage.
Chaotic crowd, screaming struggles, and a sea of blood.
"Pfft!" Phil Gray spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling completely exhausted.
"Cousin! What's wrong?"
"Sir, did you see something?" The man in the suit walked over and asked with a smile.
“I…” Phil Gray’s vision began to blur, and he fainted.
"cousin!"
"They don't deserve this fate..."
"They don't deserve this fate..."
The familiar divine voice rang in his ears again, and this time Phil Gray heard it even more clearly. The voice was so melodious that he couldn't help but become captivated by it.
Until he heard two people arguing, "What did you do to my cousin?"
"How dare you turn around and accuse me? It was clearly him who tried to use his divine power on me; I didn't do anything."
"Hmph, then what are you doing following us to our doorstep?"
"I just want to know what he saw."
Phil Gray opened his eyes and saw Patrick and the man in the suit in front of him.
"Finally awake. Otherwise, I would have no way to defend myself. Your cousin is quite adept at framing people," the man in the suit mocked.
"Do you still want to live?" Phil Gray asked calmly.
"What do you mean?" His expression changed.
“I am a chosen one of the gods of fate, and I have just seen your destiny.”
"I know, but to pry into other people's fates without their permission? No wonder you believers in the god of fate are disliked by others."
"If you don't care about your own life or death, then pretend I didn't say anything."
"Alright, I don't mind that you used your divine power on me before, as long as you tell me what you saw?" The man in the suit conjured a white flower in his hand, which was the Flower of Destiny.
“Look, flowers go well with a beautiful woman.” The man in the suit winked.
"I expended my life force to see your future destiny, and you think you can just fob me off with a flower?"
What do you want?
“I need you to sign a contract. If I truly change your inevitable fate of dying, you will work for me for five years,” Phil Gray said.
"Me, a God-given being of the highest caliber, working for a mere listener like this kid?"
"Believe it or not, what I saw at the flower show—you must have gone to the flower show for a potted plant, right? And it was the Flower Show for the Favored by God."
The man in the suit finally became serious. "Yes, what exactly did you see?"
"Shouldn't you know which is more important, sacrificing five years of freedom or sacrificing your life?" Phil Gray retorted.
The man in the suit chuckled. "Fine, I agree."
Patrick's eyes sparkled. "Here, I happen to have a contract here. It's a premium product made by the Eternal Church. Violating the contract will result in punishment from the God of Time and Space."
"Hmph, I am certainly not a man of my word, but I'd like to know what you can figure out, kid."
Both parties signed their names, while the man in the suit signed Eli.
“Mr. Eli, I saw you…” After accepting the contract, Phil Gray told him in detail what he had seen.
Eli's expression gradually worsened. He got up, pushed open the door, and left, swaying slightly. He left only one sentence: "If what you said is correct, I will come back to you to fulfill the contract."
"Cousin, how are you feeling?" Patrick asked with concern.
"It's nothing, I've recovered. What I said about expending my life force was just a lie."
"Cousin, you're amazing. Very few people in the Vatican possess this ability to see other people's future destinies directly. Moreover, you can even see through those who are two levels higher than you. Honestly, I'm jealous."
Patrick exclaimed excitedly.
“These skills we acquired should all be actively used, right? But I don’t know why, when I looked at him, the Eye of Fate activated on its own.” Phil Gray frowned.
“I’ve never seen anything like this before. Perhaps it’s God’s arrangement?” Patrick thought for a moment and guessed.
“That might be true. By the way, to advance to the next level, we need to complete another divine prophecy?” Phil Gray asked.
“Yes, cousin, but you won’t hear the words of God so quickly. You need to pray sincerely, express your gratitude to God for the power He has given you, let God know your heart, and then you will hear them at a specific time.”
“I didn’t hear about it for almost two years,” Patrick recalled.
"But I already heard it..."
"What?"
They shouldn't have this fate. Who is it?
Phil Gray was deep in thought.
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