“This is the fee paid by one of your clients. It’s the thing you want that helps stabilize the soul—the Soul of the Sea. Of course, her requirements are also very clear: she wants to spend a day in the underwater world, so you’ll have to take some time to go to the sea,” Frank explained.
"Something to stabilize the soul? That's great." Phil Gray carefully took the pearl. He knew that Eli had been worried about his sister. Although he seemed indifferent on the surface, he had secretly sought out many people to purchase treasures to stabilize the soul.
"The token that summoned her is also this Soul of the Sea. After it is used, there will be a shell left. As for the time, she is not in a hurry. As long as it is completed within two years, that's fine. You know, the time of the dead is endless. She can wait." Frank took out another item. "This was given by another client. His request is that he wants to visit the cemetery of the Church of the Dead. You can name your terms."
This is a small mirror, simple and unadorned, seemingly no different from any ordinary mirror in the world.
What is his rank?
"Well, let's say it's a demotion from godhood, which is why I said it's a major client."
“The condition is that he helps me with something once,” Phil Gray said casually.
“Okay, no problem. I’ll go back and tell him that since I’m already here in the human world, I’ll just wander around your territory. I don’t think anyone here will arrest me, right?” Frank said, his hands behind his back, as he was about to leave.
Phil Gray suddenly remembered something. "Wait, I almost forgot. You're very knowledgeable, have you ever heard of the Pen of Truth? I want to know where they are."
Frank was once a member of the Light of Wisdom and later ran the Rest House in the Abyss, so he must have some knowledge of this kind of thing. Therefore, he told Frank all the descriptions of the Pen of Truth from the Light of Wisdom.
“Oh, so the quill pen in the museum has such an extraordinary origin. Speaking of which, this must be a secret of the Light of Wisdom. I didn’t even know that. But wait, is the second pen you described like this?” Frank pondered for a moment, and a quill pen appeared in his hand, exactly the same as the “Feather of Time” described by the prophet!
Phil Gray was incredibly surprised. "How did it get in your hands?"
It was a pleasant surprise; having Mr. Ghost was the same as having him, and the progress of collecting pens suddenly became three-fifths complete.
"It's quite a coincidence. Didn't you ask me to kill that princess last time? This is what I found there, you could call it spoils of war," Frank said, shrugging.
"Since you want it, then take it. But I would like to be here to watch you offer it as a sacrifice to the gods after you have collected all five pens."
After all, who wouldn't want to see such a legendary scene?
Phil Gray took the pen. "Thank you."
He put the pen into the box containing the Death Stone, which already contained one given to him by Eli a few days earlier.
The one promised by the Prophet of Wisdom will arrive soon.
"Alright, is there anything else?" Frank asked.
“No, make yourself at home.” Phil Gray opened the door for him, smiling as he let in the fresh air, washing away the dust from the room.
Mr. Ghost swaggered out; in the territory of fate, he should no longer be captured by anyone else.
...
"The trading hall has been renovated, cousin, do you want to go take a look?" Patrick rushed in. He was in charge of the high-level trade fair held with the Commercial Church. Construction had started half a month ago, and the shops around the square had been renovated and expanded into a huge hall.
There will be many stalls there, set up by devotees from various religions.
Of course, in the evening, members of the commercial church will also host several auctions of rare items.
“Okay, have you seen Eli?” Phil Gray asked as he walked.
As soon as Eli returned to Destiny, he embraced the darkness and disappeared without a trace.
The god had just taken in two new underlings—Eli and Patrick—and had been enslaving them to do various tasks for the past few days.
Of course, most of it is related to collecting food.
“Hmm, I saw him holding that person at a newly opened bakery this morning. But don’t gods only eat fish? Why would they suddenly be interested in bread? But I was busy at the time and didn’t have time to go up and ask him,” Patrick recalled.
"All right."
As they walked and talked, they soon arrived at the newly built trading hall in North City. Various flowers were displayed at the entrance, emitting a fragrance, clearly brought from the Church of Life.
The hall was incredibly spacious, stretching as far as the eye could see. People gradually set up tables and laid out white brocade.
“The Commercial Church has sent out invitations to all the churches, but of course, not to War, Dreams, Death, or Bloodshed.” Patrick led him up to the second floor, where they could clearly see every stall on the ground floor, making management easier.
Meanwhile, an auction stage was set up in the center of the second floor, with many seats below. Those who were interested in and had the financial means to purchase the rare items offered by the commercial church in the evening could come here to compete for the treasures.
Phil Gray recalled the bronze statue he had painstakingly acquired at auction in his previous life, and his feelings became somewhat complicated.
I will never buy things recklessly again in my life.
“Cousin, the venue fees alone from this trade fair will make up for the financial losses we’ve been experiencing these past few days,” Patrick said excitedly. “Not to mention the large number of people who will be coming. Many of the hotels and shops owned by our believers will see a significant increase in revenue, and our Vatican will also become wealthier.”
Half of the assets in the cities under the Church of Destiny belong to the Papacy, whether it is land, minerals or shops, while the other half belongs to the secular world.
The believers also regularly donate to the Church, so the churches on the continent of Ver are mostly wealthy.
"Have we been in a lot of debt lately?"
“Cousin, you have no idea what a mess we’ve inherited! Those five cities of the Disease Cult are poor and sick. Not only have we not seen any increase in income because of the war, we also have to spend money to hire pastors from the Church of Life to treat those who are sick,” Patrick complained.
"I remember they had several mines and quite a bit of farmland, right?"
"That's true, but it still needs further development."
“We need to look at the long-term benefits, but I feel you’ve learned a lot these days, you’ve really grown up.” Phil Gray patted his head.
My cousin has been very busy these days, not only handling his district affairs but also coordinating matters for the commercial church.
“Oh! Of course, it’s just that whenever I have free time, I get caught up in a dilemma. Edith wrote to me, saying that there are some things to deal with in the South China Sea that won’t be finished anytime soon. I actually felt a sense of relief, otherwise I wouldn’t know how to face her.” Patrick visibly became dejected.
“Then don’t just sit there. Go downstairs, those tables are obviously crooked. Have them readjust them,” Phil Gray said, pointing downstairs.
How can I consult him about such a complicated relationship problem?
"All right."
Patrick ran down the street with a smug look on his face.
"You guys need to rearrange this area. Also, the spacing here is too narrow; how are so many people going to get through?"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
"That table is too close to the vase, move it further away!"
"yes!"
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"Make way! His Holiness the Pope is coming to give a speech for our high-level trade fair."
Phil Gray looked at the empty stalls that were now filled with people, and the aisles were also crowded. The dazzling array of goods made all the chosen ones present dazzled.
He and a vice president of the business church slowly ascended the steps and once again arrived at the railing on the second floor.
He wore a jeweled crown and papal robes, looking solemn and dignified in the sunlight.
Patrick gently raised his hand behind him, and a melodious chime rang out, pleasing the ear to the ear, silencing the entire hall.
Phil Gray’s voice carried his characteristic dignified warmth: “Thank you all for attending the High-Level Trade Fair for the Chosen by the Church of Destiny and the Commercial Church. I know that some of your sects are currently at war. Here, Chosen by the Chosen from all over the world and from all religions will share their treasures and wisdom. I hope that this trade fair will allow you to obtain satisfactory items, help you strengthen your power, and win the glory of victory in the war.”
This trade fair is not only a commercial exchange, but also a demonstration of friendship among different religions. We will work together to maintain peace and stability on the continent of Vil. Therefore, I wish this trade fair a complete success, and may the light of the gods shine upon each and every one of us.
His Holiness the Pope of Fate finished speaking, which was met with thunderous applause and cheers.
Afterwards, the vice president of the business church also expressed the church's best wishes with a smile and introduced some of the rules of the trade fair.
With another bell tolling, the High-Level Trade Fair for the Chosen Ones, held in North City, finally officially began!
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