"Oh? Your Highness knows Caroline's whereabouts?" Memphis stared intently at Phil Gray, his eyes narrowed into slits, seemingly scrutinizing him, but in reality, he was filled with unspoken anticipation.
His granddaughter Caroline had been gone from the City of Light for over two months without a word, and he was almost ready to cross the continent to find the Chosen One for help.
Now, the new Holy Son actually knows her whereabouts?
Was it a lie fabricated to save the ghost, or did he really see Caroline?
“Yes, I know where Miss Caroline is, and I’d be happy to tell you, but I hope you can return my ghost first,” Phil Gray said sincerely. “Miss Caroline and I are friends, and she’s not exactly safe right now, so I hope you can bring her back.”
When Memphis heard that Caroline was in a bad situation, his heart skipped a beat. He then raised his eyebrows and said fiercely, "Don't you dare lie to me. I've always had a bad temper. If I don't find Caroline, I'll..."
"What are you? Memphis, what else can you do to the Holy Son? Huh?" The old woman beside him glared at him irritably, then stretched out her hand, palm out in front of him.
Memphis snorted and placed the bottle containing the ghost in her hand. Inside, Frank slumped listlessly at the bottom of the bottle, fiddling with something in his hands.
Phil Gray thought that even if he didn't save the owner of this resting place, or rather, this treasure house, perhaps he had some strange gadgets that could save himself?
"Alright, Your Highness, this is your ghost. You actually know Caroline's whereabouts, that's wonderful! This old man is so worried about his little granddaughter. He has a bad temper, so please bear with him, but he doesn't have any bad intentions." The old woman spoke up for Memphis.
“Thank you.” Phil Gray took the bottle. “I first met Caroline on Malu Island…”
He recounted everything that happened with Caroline, including the burned-down Church of Dawn where she later went and the spirit who stayed by her side.
Upon hearing his account, Memphis immediately recognized that it was indeed his granddaughter, but a look of worry slowly appeared on his face. He had been a member of the Dawn Cult for so many years, yet he did not know who the Dawn Chosen One who had become a ghost and was guarding his granddaughter was.
Although the Holy Son described how that guy was protecting Caroline, his true purpose is still unclear. His granddaughter's situation is too dangerous!
Thinking of this, he could hardly contain his anxiety and almost wanted to fly to Malu Island immediately.
"That's all I know. I'm still not sure if Miss Caroline is still with that senior or if she has woken up. So, you'd better go there yourself or send someone to Malu Island to check."
Phil Gray frowned slightly as he recalled the strange church he had seen with the Eye of Fate and the scene of Caroline lying unconscious when he left.
"I understand, Your Highness, thank you."
Memphis took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and strode towards the tailor shop.
"Oh dear, I hope Caroline is alright." The old woman beside her quickly made a gesture as if praying to the Prophet of the Day.
"Yes, everything will be alright. I'll take my leave now. Thank you for the clothes, I really like them." Phil Gray looked at the bottle in his hand, said goodbye, and left.
Looking outside, Eli, Ernest, and the butler stood at the street corner, all three of them looking at him blankly, unsure of what to do.
"Where is the Holy Son's chariot?"
Phil Gray looked at the empty street and asked in surprise.
Eli approached and replied speechlessly, "Just now, an old man seemed to come out of this tailor shop, got into a car, and drove off. He must have been faster than light! We were standing right here, and before we could even blink, he and the car had vanished. Luckily, we are chosen by the gods; ordinary people would definitely think they'd seen a ghost."
"Uh... that must be Elder Memphis. We'll just have to find another car to go back." Phil Gray said, somewhat amused and exasperated.
Fortunately, the steward was quite familiar with the area and quickly found a carriage. By the time they returned to the Holy Son's residence, it was already past four in the morning.
"Thank you for your help tonight. Go and get some rest."
Phil Gray said to the butler.
The attentive butler swiftly set up the bathtub, made the bed, and even prepared a nighttime snack, but the exhausted Phil Gray just wanted to lie in bed and rest. After all, so much had happened these past few days, and he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
"Your Highness, sweet dreams!"
Seeing that the butler had closed the door, Phil Gray opened the small bottle in Memphis. Ghost Frank floated out of the narrow opening like a wisp of smoke, then angrily banged on the table.
"Damn old man, if I hadn't died so young, I would have been demoted from godhood long ago, and he wouldn't have had a chance to bully me—"
"Alright, you should go back to the Abyss first. This City of Light is too dangerous for you. I can't guarantee that I can get you out of the clutches of any elder next time."
Frank's face was grim. He hadn't lost face like this in a long time. He was locked in a bottle and almost destroyed. What was worse, the other party was an elder who had been demoted from a god, and a follower of the Day Prophet who was born to kill the undead. He really had no way to deal with him!
He could only grumble and curse in his heart.
"Going back to the abyss is fine, so what if a god is demoted? Who knows who'll be stronger next time we meet!"
Frank, who had been languishing in the abyss for so many years, now actually wanted to improve his strength.
A flash of black light, and Frank returned to the abyss. Phil Gray finally let out a breath and collapsed onto the bed.
All he wants right now is to get some rest.
...
Mornings come exceptionally early in the City of Light. The rays of dawn stream in through the fan-shaped windows, casting beautiful shadows on the ground through the intricately carved glass.
Phil Gray was fast asleep, curled up in the darkness, breathing softly.
The gray peeks out from the roots, and the newly grown hair is mixed with gold, creating a mottled beauty.
Just then, a flashing white light covered his entire body, followed by the phantom of a balance scale appearing above him.
A childish yet joyful voice rang out: "Xiao Tian has finally recovered! Master, I missed you so much! I can finally play with you again!"
Unfortunately, Phil Gray, who was fast asleep, did not hear the sound and continued to sleep soundly.
The little black cat jumped up, warily watching the scales in the air, and made a threatening sound. But it quickly sensed the connection between the suddenly appearing Holy Spirit and the person on the bed, so it meowed softly, curled up in Phil Gray's arms, and closed its eyes.
Seeing that its owner was still asleep, Libra could only fly around the room by itself, a novel sight that reminded it of the previous Mr. Ghost.
Phil Gray didn't open his eyes until nearly noon. As he rubbed his sleepy eyes, he saw something floating in front of him.
He opened his eyes wide, and the scales hanging in mid-air almost startled him. He then asked happily, "Xiao Tian? You've recovered?"
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