Although ordinary guests who were not favored by the gods could not feel the power of the dawn, they could see the dazzling sun's mark and hear the fervent praises of the surrounding favored ones.
They were also infected by this atmosphere, showing surprise and admiration.
“Alright, we are very honored to witness the light of the gods. Please allow me to introduce myself again. I am the bishop of the Church of Dawn in Numas City—Moris. This is our newly appointed city lord, Steven. The gentleman you were just talking to is Earl Ryan Pedd, a local resident. May I ask your name?” Bishop Morris introduced them one by one. Steven and the old nobleman nodded in greeting, their eyes fixed on Phil Gray.
Phil Gray smiled slightly. "My name is Kane."
It's impossible to reveal his real name, otherwise, it will always arouse suspicion from those with ulterior motives. It's time to use his male servant's name again; he probably won't mind.
“Very well, Holy Son Kane, the banquet is almost over now. What are your plans for the rest of the evening? In any case, please be sure to rest at the local Dawn Church tonight. We will offer you some local specialties,” Morris said warmly.
“We don’t have any plans at the moment, but we would like to ask you to convey to the Holy See as soon as possible that we have arrived at Dawn,” Phil Gray said.
After all, the two-month deadline agreed upon with Elder Glen has already passed. What if that elder keeps his word and thinks they didn't come to the Eastern Continent, and actually takes the Pope to the Western Continent to find him?
“Of course, it’s what we should do, but now, please come with us to the Church of Dawn,” Morris said.
"good."
What was originally a banquet to welcome the new city lord has now been overshadowed by the Holy Son, but the city lord himself is not angry; on the contrary, he feels honored.
The guests at the banquet felt it was all worthwhile and were so excited they danced with joy.
The only person who got injured at this party was probably Tracy.
As Phil Gray emerged from the castle, surrounded by the bishop and several Dawn Priests, he saw Tracy being guarded by the gatekeepers. Tracy was squatting on a row of stone steps, arguing with the guards about entering the castle. Of course, the guards ignored him. He wanted to fight back, but attacking the guards of the city lord's mansion was a crime, so he could only slam his hand on the steps in frustration.
When Tracy saw Phil Gray being followed by a group of people with admiring gazes, she was puzzled. She stood up angrily, wanting to chase after him and yell at him, but someone grabbed her shoulder and gagged her.
"Ugh, who?" He angrily broke free, but Phil Gray and his group had already left.
He turned around and saw that the person who had just grabbed him was a young nobleman wearing a dark green suit, with a sun brooch of the Church of Dawn pinned to his chest. He had an extraordinary air about him and a faint smile on his face.
"Angelo, you're at this banquet too? Why did you stop me? I have a blood feud with that guy!" Tracy said through gritted teeth, then angrily grabbed the collar of the person in front of her. "What? You're here to laugh at me too?"
"Let go! Are you brainless? Do you know what just happened at the banquet?" The young nobleman in the dark green suit coldly pulled his hand away.
"What's wrong?" Tracy recalled how that awful guy had been surrounded by a crowd just now and sensed something was amiss.
"The leader is called Kane, and he has the mark of the White Seer on his hand. You should know what that means, right?"
"What?" Tracy frowned, not understanding what he was saying.
"Are you an idiot? Or did you not graduate from the beginner's school for those favored by the gods?" Angelo asked sarcastically, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
"You're the idiot! Don't think you can talk to me like that just because your grandfather is an archbishop!"
Angelo looked at him mockingly, "Is that so? I shouldn't have stopped you just now. I should have watched you go up and insult the Holy Son, and then be expelled from the church! You don't even know that the mark of God represents the Holy Son chosen by God. You really are... I really feel ashamed for Bishop Morris."
"What? The Holy Son? Him? Isn't the Holy Son Vincent?"
Tracy, unusually, ignored the sarcasm of the person in front of him, because he was shocked by the news. "You're not lying to me, are you?"
"Hehe, why don't you go and try it and see? Their current destination is the Church of Dawn, are you going too?" Angelo stretched out his hand, gesturing for them to join.
Tracy muttered to herself, "How could this be? How could this be?"
But he had already believed it in his heart, after all, Angelo never joked with him.
But wouldn't that mean he'd offended the Holy Son? Uncle Maurice would definitely not let him off the hook afterward!
He was in for a beating! A bead of cold sweat trickled down Tracy's forehead.
Angelo continued, "What does the Holy Son mean? He's the next Pope! Tsk tsk, those old guys have already tacitly agreed that Vincent is the next Pope. The Wyatt family has thus transformed from a small family into a powerful family that can rival those old families. What kind of ripples will the arrival of this Holy Son stir up on this calm lake?"
"What lake? Lake Nohoco in Sun City?" Tracy asked, puzzled.
Angelo sighed and left without a word, leaving Tracy scratching her head in frustration.
...
After walking a short distance, Phil Gray saw a building that shone brightly in the darkness.
The circular building has about five floors, resembling a sun. The exterior walls are painted with sun patterns that radiate golden light in the night.
“This is our church in Numas,” Morris said, leading the way and opening the church door.
At the bottom is a large statue of the Prophet of the Day, and some priests are kneeling at the foot of the statue, praying devoutly.
The church walls are painted with various sun patterns, and another wall displays portraits of popes throughout history.
Upon reaching the second floor, one finds a luxurious reception room, illuminated by a golden crystal chandelier.
"Please sit down, Your Highness. I will report this to headquarters immediately."
Phil Gray nodded and looked around.
Suddenly, a paper crane appeared in Morris's hand, radiating light.
He infused the power of dawn with his divine energy, then softly called out, "Elder, I am Maurice—"
Phil Gray recalled that Patrick had to drip blood to use it, while the Dawn Cult's communication only required the injection of divine power, which felt more advanced.
However, these should all be inventions of the Creation God Cult.
"Maurice? The bishop of Numas? What's the matter?" came the reply from the other end, from a man who sounded very old.
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