The innkeeper came out; she was an elderly woman wearing a blue apron. She greeted the guests with a smile and invited them inside to rest.
Her husband—a kind-faced, bearded old man—led the knights to the stables in the backyard first. Although the Pegasus was rare and unique, it was very easy to raise and not picky about food; ordinary hay was enough to satisfy it.
"Why don't you go see the excitement? The square is going to be a spectacular sight tonight." The old lady led them to the second floor with a white stone lantern.
Golden boots creaked as they stepped on the rough floor, and the brown-painted wooden stairs looked particularly old, suggesting that the hotel had been around for quite some time.
“We’ve been traveling all day and we’re exhausted. We want to rest as soon as possible,” Phil Gray replied.
"Oh, have you had dinner yet? Would you like me to prepare some food for you?" the old lady said as she opened the door to the room on the second floor.
The rooms are all the same style, cozy and simple. Every bed is clean and tidy. Under the rough linen sheets are straw-filled mattresses, which, although firm, provide enough support for tired travelers.
“Thank you for your kindness, but we ate in the car, so we won’t trouble you,” Phil Gray said.
While they were stuck in traffic, they took the opportunity to eat dinner, since they all carried space stones and wouldn't go hungry on the road.
The old lady nodded, gave them the keys to the second and third floors, and left.
Fortunately, the inn had enough rooms, so some of the knights didn't have to sleep on the streets.
Goodnight everyone!
After saying goodnight to each other, they returned to their respective rooms. Elder Glen and Ernest stayed in the rooms on either side of the Holy Son to facilitate the protection of His Highness.
Phil Gray went into the room, washed up quickly, and then lay down on the bed.
"Xiao Tian, why haven't you said anything these past few days?" Before going to sleep, he suddenly thought of the Holy Spirit of the Scales of Fate. This little chatterbox hadn't said a word these past few days, which seemed a bit strange.
However, he was too busy before, so he didn't dare to ask, for fear of opening up the guy's floodgates, otherwise he would be annoyed to death.
"Huh? Master, are you calling me?"
After a long pause, the little genius answered.
"Yes, I haven't heard you talk much these past few days. What's wrong?"
"I...I...I was chatting with other people..."
?
Phil Gray was puzzled. The Libra Holy Spirit was always in his soul space, so how could he be chatting with other people?
Seemingly sensing Phil Gray's confusion, Xiao Tian explained in a timid voice, "Master, you can't scold me! I know you all find me annoying and don't want to listen to me! So I secretly used the crystal ball that the Creation God Cult gave you. The people in there are all so nice, so talented! They're all funny and don't mind my nagging. I've been chatting with them using the crystal ball these past few days!"
“Okay.” Phil Gray hadn’t expected the little guy to automatically develop a love for “online chatting.”
The Libra Holy Spirit is bound by his own soul power, so it's natural that he can open or enter the space of his Death Stone and chat with the crystal ball.
He nodded, trying to convince himself, and then quickly took out the crystal ball.
The crystal ball was still emitting a faint light, indicating that it had just been used recently.
"Hey! Master, you can't just send things out randomly and ruin my image! It seems that a crystal ball can only form one identity. No matter whose consciousness it is, it's still that identity. I've worked so hard to build this image, don't ruin it..." Xiao Tian's voice grew softer and softer, as if he was feeling a little guilty.
Phil Gray immediately became interested. He channeled his divine power into the crystal ball, and his consciousness instantly entered the space of the crystal ball.
As soon as he entered the space, he heard the sound of flowing water, mysterious and intoxicating. Unlike the words that had appeared randomly all around him before, there was now only a large crystal screen in front of him, and the words were neatly arranged on the screen, which was much better than before.
Immediately afterwards, a line of large golden words appeared on the crystal screen in front of them: "Welcome back to the haven of my heart [The God of Destiny Loves Me]!"
Upon seeing this nickname, Phil Gray's lips twitched slightly. Judging from this nickname, what kind of good image could Libra possibly cultivate?
And the chat space inside this crystal ball is actually called a "Hollow of the Soul"—Master Wright of the Creation God Cult certainly has some ideas.
He glanced at the chatter and saw that there were three people talking, seemingly discussing the war.
"【No bamboo basket weaving today】I don’t know if it’s appropriate to say this here, but I still want to say, brothers and sisters, let’s prepare some war supplies as soon as possible. The war is about to start, oh no, it’s already started on the other side of the sun. Once it starts, it probably won’t end for at least 30 to 50 years."
"【If it's not tasty, I'll kill you】Do you even need to tell me that? Everyone knows chaos is about to break out, and there are even rumors from the other side of the sun that a god is interfering. Tsk, goddess, come save me! I don't care about dying in the war, just bring me some good food, my child is starving!"
"【Bathing in Divine Grace】Faced with the power of the gods, we have nowhere to escape. We might as well pray and ask our Lord for mercy, for only the gods can contend with the gods."
"I know, I know, but haven't many gods responded? Sigh, our Pope had all the elders put down their work and pray together for a whole day, but my Lord is probably busy building infrastructure in His Kingdom, and still hasn't responded to us."
"【If it's not good, I'll kill you】 Ugh, I was wondering why the cult suddenly held a Food God Banquet..."
"【No Bamboo Bamboo Weaving Today】It seems the Sun's idea is to form a Papal Alliance, but it appears they'll mainly be fighting against War and Dreams. The gods are primarily focused on delaying tactics, awaiting the Divine Kingdom's decision. So, are you really not considering purchasing a batch of supplies first? We've released new reusable nestable space stones and divine power storage scepters..."
Should we form a Papacy-led army?
Phil Gray was quite interested in the news, but judging from their later conversations, they didn't mention it again, so it seemed to remain just a suggestion.
The following messages were all about orders; it seems that the one called Bamboo Basket is a member of the Creation God Cult.
Without sending any messages, Phil Gray's consciousness exited the crystal ball, which made Little Balance breathe a long sigh of relief.
"Oh, this little guy," he shook his head helplessly.
He closed his eyes and began to rest.
He hadn't fallen asleep yet when he heard what sounded like footsteps outside.
He walked quietly to the window, opened it, and looked down. He saw Valcke Dodd walking toward the carriage. He stopped, took a pink ribbon from the shelf, hesitated for a moment, then quickly wrapped it around his wrist before walking toward the square.
Phil Gray quickly closed the window and laughed out loud. It was a pity that the gods wouldn't descend to earth so easily, otherwise the god of fertility would surely bestow a "blessing" upon this knight.
However, he was somewhat looking forward to the scene when Valcke Dodd met the other people in the square and learned the true meaning of the pink ribbon.
Let's teach him a simple lesson first, and then we'll see when we get back to the Cult of Destiny...
A fierce glint flashed in Phil Gray's eyes before he fell asleep.
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Phil Gray stretched and greeted the others who were also heading out.
They came down to the ground floor, where there were wooden tables and chairs for travelers to rest and eat.
When the old lady saw them, she greeted them warmly, saying, "My husband just went to make breakfast for you. Please wait a moment."
"thank you."
They thanked them and sat down.
Eli winked at him, "Looks like someone's missing. Where's that Knight Commander of the Church of Fate?"
As if on cue, Valker Dodd, his face ashen and radiating rage, descended the stairs. He approached Phil Gray and said, "Your Highness, why are you tormenting me? The Church of Destiny doesn't seem to have offended the Church of Dawn! Although our church relies on your help, you shouldn't..."
"What's wrong with me?" Phil Gray asked innocently, his light blue eyes showing confusion.
Eli interjected, "The Knight Commander knows we went to great lengths to help you eliminate the traitor, didn't we? And you accuse our Holy Son of playing tricks on you without even offering a word of explanation? You're the one who's going too far!"
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