"..."
Frank stared, unsure how to refute.
The City of Light was indeed quite dangerous for him. According to his memories from more than a hundred years ago, there were too many deities who had been subjugated there to count on two hands.
He hesitated, wondering whether he should let this guy send him back to the abyss.
But having just arrived in the human world, I really don't want to go back. It will be ages before I come out again.
“Alright, there’s a banquet tonight. The Pope, elders, and other important figures should be there. You can take advantage of that time to go out and wander around. If you happen to run into anyone, just mention my name, remember it’s Kane. I’ll explain later,” Phil Gray comforted him.
While they may despise the undead, they probably wouldn't condemn them all outright. It's not incomprehensible that the Prophet of the Day had an undead as a slave, is it?
Of course, Mr. Frank must not hear this about slavery.
“Alright, I’ll go out when it gets dark.” Frank blew on his beard, then walked around the room, pointing at the icons of the past Popes of Dawn on the wall as if he knew them very well.
A moment later, he lifted the velvet carpet on the floor and scanned the patterned floor with sharp eyes, as if a secret treasure room was hidden beneath it.
Only after the initial excitement wore off did they begin to discuss the abyss with Phil.
"The last time we played that card game called 'Fighting the Nobles,' I was so bored that I made a set in the Abyss and played it with some old friends. Then it accidentally got leaked out and, well, it's a little popular in the Abyss. You don't mind, do you?"
He added, "You know, Will's original character cards were too boring. Betting on the status and position of the characters doesn't require much skill."
Phil Gray shook his head. "Of course I don't mind. I'm glad you enjoy playing. Actually, there are many other ways to play. I can teach you a few more."
As she spoke, she took out the cards she had prepared last time and began to teach Mr. Ghost a new way to play.
It's hard to imagine a group of skeleton zombies playing cards in the abyss.
When he returned to the Abyss years later, he discovered that Frank's description of it as "a little bit popular" was inaccurate; it was clearly a sensation throughout the entire Abyss of the Dead.
A moment later, Eli and Ernest returned.
They weren't surprised by Frank's appearance; they simply greeted the ghost.
Eli was carrying a plate of dried fish, which was the firefish that Hei Ye loved to eat.
After placing it on the ground, he exclaimed in admiration:
"Boss, you have no idea how rich the Church of Dawn is. Even when I was in the Church of the Dead, I never saw such a luxurious mansion. Even your servants are all carefully selected descendants of nobles, and their manners and etiquette are impeccable."
"When you were at the Church of the Dead?" Phil Gray accurately captured this crucial information.
“Yes, come on, it’s time to tell a story, Sir Knight, please set out the pastries.” Eli smiled and led them to sit at the luxurious round table.
Having gone through so much, he now fully trusts his companions and no longer needs to hide anything from them. Besides, having survived this brush with death, he has let go of those old grievances.
Ernest took out some refreshments from his space stone and filled the round table to the brim. Then he pulled out a chair for his pope and stood straight to the side.
Phil Gray glanced at Frank, who was still practicing shuffling and drawing cards, and silently asked Eli if he wanted to do it in front of this ghost.
Eli smiled and said, "Perhaps Mr. Frank, who comes from the light of wisdom, can help me answer some of my questions."
"Oh? I'd be delighted." Frank snapped out of his tedious card-drawing pastime and joined the roundtable storytelling session with great interest.
“Death is my destiny, it was determined the moment I was born,” Eli said slowly, as the light brown tea flowed smoothly from the pot into the cup. “Like Vincent, I have carried the mark of the gods since the moment I was born—the badge that belongs only to death.”
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing burn marks on his arms that were no longer visible. His emerald green eyes curved slightly. “But I’m not the only one who has the mark, unlike Vincent. There’s also my dearest sister, who is my other half. She came to this world with me and also experienced the same blessing of death.”
"The Holy Son of the Church of the Dead? Or twins?" Frank asked, somewhat surprised.
According to his memories on earth, it is rare for any church to produce even one person with divine markings in over a hundred years, let alone two at the same time.
Phil Gray had expected this, but he was more curious as to why Eli would later become a chosen one of the God of Life.
"As the holy son chosen by the gods, I was born with the ability to hear. Even when I was ignorant and did not know what faith was, I could occasionally hear the whispers of the god of death."
Phil Gray thought absentmindedly, "If other believers heard this, they would be furious."
Eli continued, “I was just like them, learning to pray to God and serve the God of Death devoutly at the church school of the Church of the Dead. But the only difference between me and them is that I am actually afraid of death.”
At this point, he laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's ridiculous, isn't it? I don't know why the god who controls death would choose someone like me who is afraid of death? When my cat died unexpectedly when I was a child, I cried my eyes out, while my friends around me were celebrating for it, thinking that it would soon return to the embrace of the gods."
“But I can’t accept it, especially when death is approaching not my pet, but my sister, the one to whom my soul and life depend.” Eli’s gaze, filled with an unnamed emotion, traveled back to his childhood through the river of time.
“My sister is more talented than me. She is the one who is qualified to be a saint. She reached the consecration level at the age of seven, while I am still waiting for divine guidance. But on what should have been a sunny afternoon that year, she fell ill. She was very ill, and I still don’t know what illness she had.”
"Her face was so pale that she didn't even have the strength to pick up her favorite skull doll. I was terrified that she would leave me like a cat. I heard that the Church of Life could cure illnesses, so I begged my grandfather. At that time, the Grand Elder of the Church of the Dead took her to the Church of Life for help, since our Church of the Dead didn't have any means of saving people."
“He refused me. Death and life are inherently opposed. How could we allow the Church of Life to heal our saintess? The Church of Life would not agree to it either. Moreover, the saintess is favored by the god of death. Now, it is the gods who miss her and want her to go to the temple. We cannot stop the gods from calling her.”
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