"Good morning, boss. What would you like to eat?" Eli pushed over a plate of bread, topped with red berries.
Patrick then served him a glass of milk.
Phil Gray sat down and picked up his knife and fork. "Is something important? I saw you two were having a heated discussion just now."
Patrick laughed, “Were we having a heated discussion? Oh, Eli just read in today’s newspaper that the bishop of the Church of Dawn was seriously injured and came to the Church of Life for treatment. Not only did the Church of Life not cure him, but they also caused his death. They even abandoned the body on the way back to the Church of Dawn.”
“Yes, but it is, after all, the Church of Life’s newspaper. Naturally, the reports will cover up and make excuses, such as the attack by the Church of the Dead. In any case, the reputation of the Church of Life is likely to suffer this time,” Eli also said. Although he was also a chosen one of the God of Life, he had not joined the Church of Life.
Upon hearing that the body was missing, Phil Gray's knife and fork froze in mid-air, his expression turning strange.
Could it be that the corpse that person gave him yesterday was the bishop of the Church of Dawn?
He subtly touched the sun mark on his wrist.
Worry and anxiety welled up in my heart.
"What's wrong?" Eli asked, noticing Phil Gray's sudden absent-mindedness.
Phil Gray stood up, his expression serious, and looked at Patrick, who was still laughing. "Stop laughing and come with me. I have something to tell you."
Back in the house, he closed the door tightly to make sure no one was listening, then revealed his wrist.
"Cousin, what is this?"
Eli frowned. "The Sun Mark? Did you disturb the corpses of the Cult of Dawn? This is bad; they can track your location through this mark."
Surprisingly, Eli knew about the mark. Phil Gray told them what had happened yesterday, including that he was a chosen one of the god of death.
The main issue is that he can't explain why he collects dead people's hands, and if Eli is right, they are about to face the pursuit of the Cult of Dawn.
I'm the one who caused this huge mess, I can't let my teammates follow me on the run in a daze.
But instead of being surprised that the body was that of the stolen bishop, they stared at themselves in shock.
“Cousin, how is that possible? How can one person be the chosen one of two gods at the same time? Impossible, impossible.” Patrick shook his head rapidly.
Eli stared at him, his expression serious. He had never seen Eli like this before, not even when Eli was framed that day.
Do you know what it means to be favored by two gods?
Phil Gray nodded. "I know, this has never happened before."
Eli shook his head. "No, you don't understand. This overturns the history of the Vil world for ten thousand years, overturns the entire religious system of the Vil world, all churches will be shaken, and even the gods will be questioned."
"Huh?" Phil Gray hadn't expected it to be this serious.
"Besides us, you must not be discovered by anyone else," Eli instructed, emphasizing each word.
“I understand, but now, what do we do?” Phil Gray raised his wrist.
Eli frowned. "In the past, when the Church of the Dead wanted to use their corpses as materials, they would always control some inanimate objects such as skeletons and undead to leave a mark on them, and then throw them back into the Abyss of the Dead. Naturally, the Church of Dawn could not track them down."
"How do you know so much about this? I had no idea," Patrick asked curiously.
Eli glanced at him and continued, "This mark will last for a month. During this month, the Cult of Dawn will be able to track your location, making it difficult for you to hide."
"A month? Is there any way to eliminate it ahead of time?" Eli shook his head. "I haven't heard of any way to eliminate it."
“If anyone on this continent hates the Church of the Dead the most, it must be the Church of Dawn. That’s why they developed this kind of thing. They hate the idea of their corpses being used after death.” Eli sighed.
“I thought the Church of Life was the most hostile to the Church of the Dead,” Patrick said.
“No, life and death are intertwined. Although the Church of Life abhors death, it still coexists peacefully with the Church of the Dead,” Eli explained.
Bang, bang, bang! A knock came at the door. "Boss, are you awake?"
It was Ernest's voice. "Should we tell him these things?" Patrick asked.
Phil Gray nodded.
"Where did you go so early in the morning?" Patrick asked first.
“Oh, I went to the Cathedral of Life. The young priest who received us last time told me about a very lucrative mission and asked if we wanted to take it,” Ernest replied, glancing at them as if wondering why they were all in His Holiness the Pope’s room.
"Why would he tell you that?" Patrick asked curiously.
"Well, when I left last time, I gave him a gold coin and told him to notify us if there were any high-paying missions."
Ernest was clearly inspired by what Mr. Caesar and Eli had said last time.
"Is there some good mission this time?" Phil Gray asked.
"Yes, I took a look. It's about escorting a nobleman to the capital of the Kingdom of Puna. You can only see the specific mission details after you accept the mission. The departure point is not in Duer City, but in the city next door. The reward is 1,000 gold coins."
“The reward is indeed very generous, but there’s something I need to tell you.” Phil Gray repeated what he had just said.
Then he stared intently at Ernest, unsure how this knight of unwavering faith viewed his Pope, who was in fact a follower of the god of death.
“To be honest, I didn’t pray to the God of Death, nor do I believe in him, but I really don’t know why I was able to hear His words of wisdom, and even more unexpectedly, I was able to fulfill them. But since I have been blessed by Him, I certainly won’t give up this way to increase my strength.” Phil Gray looked into his eyes and said sincerely.
Ernest stood there stunned, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking, "You are the chosen one of two gods, and I have no objection to that. No matter how the Cult of Dawn pursues you, I will protect your safety."
Patrick patted his shoulder and laughed, "That's right! Becoming a chosen one is the choice of the gods, and of course we have no way to interfere. This is enough to prove how outstanding my cousin is, and how he is the object of the two gods' vying for!"
Phil Gray laughed. "Now, shall we go and see the lucrative mission you mentioned?"
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