News of the Church of Fate setting up a temporary court in North City spread quickly, and more and more people are coming to North City these days.
There were onlookers, as well as victims seeking justice.
Of course, with the addition of dignitaries and high-ranking members of other sects who came to visit the Pope of Destiny, all the hotels, big and small, were fully booked. The Commercial Church also saw a business opportunity and specially discussed with the city lord of North City the matter of holding a high-level trade fair for the chosen ones.
This once peaceful city seemed destined to become noisy the moment the Pope returned on Pentecost.
Phil Gray spent the next few days after returning to North City busy with these matters, coupled with some unresolved issues within the Papacy. He worked day and night, and thankfully with the help of his Uncle Gray and Bishop Dominic, he didn't end up like a pope who died from overwork.
"Phew, I should have some free time these next few days. Oh, wait, I have to meet with that prophet of wisdom tomorrow." Phil Gray rubbed his forehead, putting down the roster in his hand. These were the people in the Vatican who were considered loyal and dutiful and worthy of further promotion.
At that moment, he felt a complete darkness before his eyes, and he could see nothing.
Oh no, are we really going to go to the abyss ahead of schedule?
Phil Gray was a little puzzled; he hadn't expected that even the bodies of those favored by the gods were so fragile.
But soon, light appeared before his eyes.
At this moment, someone walked over quickly, seemingly in a panic.
"Cousin, waaaaah, do you know what? I almost went blind because I was so sad!"
It turned out to be Patrick. He looked somewhat dejected, and his red hair was not fluffy at all; it was all limp and flat.
Phil Gray said, "Cousin, do you know what? I almost died from overwork."
"Huh?" Patrick was stunned for a moment.
Phil Gray smiled at him. "Alright, did you just feel a moment of darkness?"
"Yes, did you do this?" Patrick opened his mouth in surprise. No way, how long has it been? His cousin's power has already covered the sky and the sun?
“You think too highly of me!” Phil Gray stood up and patted him on the head.
It's indeed soft and feels nice to the touch.
"What's going on? Anyway, never mind that for now, cousin, did you know that Edith actually came looking for me? Not that Edith, but that Edith, hey!" Patrick gestured for a while, "It's the original Edith, you know, she actually came looking for me!"
Phil Gray feigned surprise. When he returned that day, his cousin had been waiting outside the gate of a certain district bishop in North City. Edith had left first, so it seemed she had already looked for his cousin.
Seeing that his cousin seemed unaware that Edith had returned with them, he pretended to ask, "She's looking for you? What's wrong?"
“I never thought she would like me, but I didn’t even realize it back then. Sigh, but I already have Edith, I…” Patrick hadn’t finished speaking when he heard someone walk in again.
“Your Holiness, the sky suddenly darkened for a while just now, and the people seem to be discussing it a lot. They have even asked the Vatican for help. How should we appease them?” Bishop Dominic walked in with a frown.
Upon seeing the bishop, who was known for his volatile temper, Patrick immediately shut up and stood aside with a bitter expression.
“I don’t know what happened either.” Phil Gray shook his head, his expression becoming serious. “Such power that can influence the heavens and the earth must come from the gods.”
After all, there are no total solar eclipses in other worlds. The sun is the eye of the gods, and what can affect the gods is naturally the power of the gods.
He paused for a moment, recalling their experiences on the island before they arrived, and suddenly looked in a certain direction, "Perhaps it's related to the power of the night."
What happened to that cat?
Has the power of the fragments of the Dark Night Kingdom appeared?
Or was his previous guess wrong, or is there some other situation?
Bishop Dominic sighed, "May my Lord be well."
“Why do you say that?” Phil Gray turned his head.
"Judging from the events that have occurred on the continent of Tianwei these past few days, most of them are related to the gods. These gods, who may not appear for hundreds of years, have either possessed you or displayed their power. I suspect that something has changed at the level of the divine kingdom. Although you performed a miracle when you returned that day, my lord has not responded to the requests of those he favors to descend upon for the previous hundred years, so I am worried..."
Phil Gray hadn't expected this seemingly irritable bishop to be so intelligent, but he couldn't tell them the truth about the God of Fate, since there was nothing they could do, and it would only cause panic within the Papacy.
"There's no need to worry."
Phil Gray only replied with four words.
Bishop Dominic nodded. "Under Your Majesty's leadership, destiny will surely shine again. I will go and appease the people first."
It's unclear what explanation this church will give to its believers, but once it involves deities, it's probably not something ordinary people would worry about.
The public will quickly treat this as casual conversation rather than an unfounded worry.
After all, in this world, sometimes worrying too much is not a good thing.
After the bishop left, Patrick scratched his head and walked over to him, saying, "Although I shouldn't bother you with such a small matter, cousin, I'm really conflicted and in so much pain..."
"Um?"
"You told me before that you were blessed by many gods, and I questioned how one person could fall in love with two people, but, but now I believe it!"
“The moment I saw Edith, I felt a tremor in my soul, you know? I thought time had made me forget her, and that my infatuation back then was just a self-hypnosis caused by your father’s words. But the moment I saw her, I clearly felt that same heartbeat, as if I still… still loved her without stopping!”
Patrick finished speaking haltingly, his tone sincere and sorrowful.
Phil Gray rolled his eyes; he hadn't expected his cousin to have the potential to be a scumbag.
Furthermore, how can we compare him to the favor of the gods? These cannot be equated!
"So what are you planning to do? You're with that pirate leader now. Let me make it clear, if that leader finds out, you'll be thrown into the fish food, and I won't be able to stop you."
Phil Gray turned around, indicating that he had no way of dealing with such a complicated matter.
"Ugh, cousin, give me some advice! How did you manage to win the favor of so many gods? And how did you handle it all? No, wait, it seems like you took them all..." Patrick's mutterings gradually faded before he was given a good beating by Phil Gray.
"You dare to speak so presumptuously about the gods? I think all this absurdity is due to your lack of respect for the god of fate!"
Phil Gray sneered. Of course, he wasn't trying to vent his anger, but rather because this guy was talking nonsense. Wait, he seemed to have unwittingly blamed the God of Fate for something.
His Holiness the Pope silently apologized to God in his heart.
“Alright, I’ll go ask Eli for his advice.” Patrick gave him a resentful look and left.
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