"Haha, even though I know Patrick might be pitifully waiting for us in some corner, I still can't help but laugh."
Eli's blond hair blocked Phil Gray's view.
He was sitting behind Eli, forced to ride on the same horse as his companion.
"Then let's hurry up and leave, lest those people throw him into the sea to feed the fish," Phil Gray said helplessly.
Once he gets to the Cult of Dawn and has some free time, he's determined to learn how to ride a horse!
You're already a chosen one of the gods, how can you not control an ordinary animal? It's just that you're in a hurry right now and don't have time to try.
Phil Gray thought so.
"OK."
The swift horses galloped along the main city roads toward the outskirts of the city.
They planned to catch up with Viscount Ward's party before evening, since the viscount had set off several hours earlier and might have already tracked down the group.
Moreover, the Duke of Surrey had repeatedly advised them to seek out Viscount Ward before they set off, and it was unknown whether the viscount possessed any special tracking methods.
But the worst-case scenario is that those people have already returned to the island, and they will have to go to Malu Island with them.
Malu Island is located in the sea south of the Kingdom of Puna and is one of the many islands in the Kolo Archipelago.
The temperature there is relatively high, which is suitable for growing various tropical crops, such as tobacco, coffee, and tea. However, this archipelago is far from the mainland and drifts alone in the South China Sea. It was not until much later that it was discovered by people from the eastern and western mainland.
This undeveloped land attracted many churches to preach there. While it helped the island's inhabitants develop, it also led to a mix of religions, resulting in constant chaos and war over faith and resources.
The capital of the Kingdom of Puna is already very close to the south coast, and there is only one way to reach Malu Island: go around a coastal mountain range and then take a boat straight south.
As they traveled, darkness gradually fell. Eli, while driving the horse, also infused its body with green life force to keep it vigorous and allow it to move faster.
Finally, they saw a group of knights lined up in neat rows, and a middle-aged man dressed as a nobleman at the very front.
That must be Viscount Ward.
The knights also spotted them and stood ready, seemingly on guard.
“Viscount Ward! We’ve come to see you!” Phil Gray shouted.
Viscount Ward turned around, and Phil Gray saw his face through his armor: pale skin, sunken eyes, and a hint of impatience in his small eyes.
"And who are you? Don't interfere with my capture of the enemy."
Phil Gray tossed him a letter, written by the Duke of Surrey for them, which provided some basic information.
Viscount Ward acted swiftly, taking the letter.
Still hurrying on their way, Viscount Walder, holding his horse's reins, read the contents of the letter. After finishing, he smiled and looked them up and down. "Oh, you are all chosen ones. Welcome to the team."
Only then did the knights lower their guard.
"Do you have any leads?" Phil Gray asked.
“Of course, you may not believe me, but you can’t not believe my darling.” Viscount Ward’s horse galloped off again, and Phil Gray and Eli followed. Only then did they see that the front of their group was a row of hunting dogs, more than a dozen of them, each fierce and powerful, with fluctuations of divine power emanating from them, unlike ordinary dogs.
A blush appeared on Viscount Walder's pale face. "Those islanders are naive. They commit crimes and then hide back on the island. Heh, that land of sin and depravity will be destroyed sooner or later and become the battlefield of my god!"
What god does he worship? Phil Gray then sensed the fluctuations of his divine power, but it was not as strong as his or Eli's; it was probably only at the level of a blessing.
After traveling for some time, Viscount Walder suddenly called a halt.
Phil Gray thought he had made some discovery, but instead saw him dismount, remove his helmet, and fumble for a silver iron box in front of his chest, from which he took out a tobacco stick.
"Want it?" Viscount Walder raised his head and looked at him and Eli on horseback.
“No need.” Phil Gray looked at his dark circles and trembling hands, and realized that the proprietress was right after all; this Viscount Ward was truly obsessed with tobacco.
Ward closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Only when I smell the scent of cigarettes can I suppress the murderous intent and tyranny in my heart. Perhaps this is the price of obtaining divine power."
“He might be a chosen one of the gods of war,” Eli whispered.
“Yes, I am indeed a believer in the god of war. What is the meaning of a warrior’s life if he cannot go to the battlefield?” Viscount Ward chuckled and mounted his horse. “Perhaps, I will soon have my chance to prove myself.”
Eli maintained a calm smile throughout.
Phil Gray frowned. It was one thing for the Cult of Dreams and the Crimson Calamity to cause trouble, but now there was this God of War thing popping up. Wasn't the world of Vil going to be in chaos?
After resting for a while, they continued their journey following the scent-tracking hounds.
After five days and five nights of driving, although they stopped occasionally to eat and rest, they were all exhausted, having just rounded the towering coastal mountain range.
The hunting dogs then transformed into a red light and merged into Viscount Walder's body.
Only in recent days has Phil Gray learned that they were all manifestations of Viscount Ward's divine power, and that Viscount Ward would rest for a while every now and then to recover his divine power.
The skills of those favored by the God of War are all geared towards warfare; even on Earth, hounds are often used to track enemy forces.
It's truly disheartening that they've been just a few steps behind those people for so long.
I wonder how Patrick is doing now.
Phil Gray sighed.
"It seems we have to go to the island."
Viscount Walder coughed, and with the help of his hounds' senses, the presence of those auras vanished ahead.
That's the coast.
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