Night fell quietly just like that.
Phil Gray nodded and said to his other companions, "Wait a moment."
The night meowed, jumped onto the table, tilted its head and waited, as if it understood what he said.
Frank, however, disappeared as soon as the butler entered.
A moment later, Phil Gray, dressed in a white and gold suit, stood before the crowd. His young face exuded elegance and composure, and the golden sun badge on his chest added a touch of divinity to his appearance.
A servant had just come over and helped his two companions change into formal attire. Ernest was wearing the Knight of Fate's uniform for the first time in a long time, while Eli was fiddling with the black cloak on his head, looking rather uncomfortable.
However, given his current status as a member of the Death Clan, it is no longer appropriate for him to wear the green robes of the Church of Life.
He disdainfully ripped off the gray-white skull hanging on his chest and threw it into his spatial storage, unaware that the Dawn Cult possessed such a complete collection of clothing from the Church of the Dead.
“We should get going,” Phil Gray said with a smile, glancing again in Frank’s direction to indicate that Ghost could skip the banquet and wander around Sun City instead.
After the three people and the cat left with the butler, Frank carefully pushed open the door. Although the sun-shaped round lamp was still lit outside, the black night sky and the tranquil moon clearly reassured him.
"This is the first time I've ever wandered around Sun City as an undead. No, I guess I'm the first undead to dare to roam around here," Frank muttered to himself. He moved along with his shadow on the ground, avoiding the pretentious servants of the Holy Son's mansion, and finally reached the outside.
The streets outside were brightly lit, like daytime, which was quite unsettling for Frank, who was used to the darkness. Fortunately, despite the brightness, the residents of the City of the Sun were still not used to going out at night, and there were very few pedestrians outside.
Gradually, he relaxed from his initial caution and began to enjoy the scenery that he could not see from the abyss.
...
The golden banquet hall was magnificent. Phil Gray sat beside His Holiness the Pope, while on the other side of the Pope sat Vincent and the beautifully dressed Saint Melody.
After formally introducing the new Holy Son to the elders and high-ranking members of the Dawn Cult's Knights, they began to chat.
Eli and Ernest, sitting at the farthest point, secretly scanned the crowd, helping Phil Gray observe their identities and attitudes. The rest of the time, they enjoyed the food. The banquet was entirely sponsored by the Cult of the God of Cookery. Even while doing serious business, Eli did not stop eating.
"The papal decree has been drafted and will be issued tomorrow. The purge of sects such as those who control plagues and those who worship diseases must be swift and merciless. The Church of Life will respond to us immediately. The other churches may wait and see for a while, but I will have them come to the Dawn headquarters as soon as possible to discuss the alliance."
The followers of these sects, known as the "Plague Controlists," are extremely destructive and will inevitably harm ordinary people. If other churches protect them, they will become a major obstacle for us.
The Pope's brow was furrowed, and he unconsciously stroked an object in his hand.
Phil Gray looked up and saw that it was the strange statue that had been pulled from the river that day, which had apparently been handed over to the Pope.
“It shouldn’t be a topic of discussion at your welcoming banquet, but throughout history, the several purges of these sects have inflicted enormous casualties, and they have always managed to rise again after a period of time. As long as faith exists, these churches will not be completely eradicated.” The Pope, seeing Phil Gray’s gaze, relaxed his brow and explained gently.
“Yes, I understand, but most churches should support our actions,” Phil Gray said.
“That’s not necessarily true. The Church of the Dead has never been on good terms with us, and the churches of Plague Control and Disease Worship worship follow the gods of the God of Death. If the Church of the Dead takes the opportunity to oppose us, it will be troublesome. Also, the Church of War will definitely want to get involved; they’re good at stirring up trouble,” Elder Nancy replied, still smiling at Phil Gray.
Indeed, the somewhat thorny situation made the atmosphere heavy, but then Pope Dawn spoke again, his eyes filled with encouragement and authority, "Alright, now that we've made this decision, why worry about these things? They've harmed the people of two of our cities. If we hesitate and don't take action, how can we appease their souls? How can we maintain the dignity of our church?"
"Yes, we must avenge them! We must prevent more people from suffering their harm!" Vincent stood up excitedly. Although he was not in the two places, he felt as if he could feel the despair and tragic plight of the people of Dawn in the past two days. The stubble on his chin and the dark circles under his eyes fully showed how haggard he had become.
Melody looked at the young man who stood up beside her with a loving smile, but the young man was focused on the church and had no time to think about personal matters.
"Alright, Vincent, we'll make them understand the price of provoking Dawn." Pope Dawn was very pleased.
The topic quickly shifted elsewhere, since the main character of tonight's banquet was the new Holy Son, and the various families of Dawn were subtly testing Phil Gray's strength.
Phil Gray easily evaded all of them, without even finding out the past of the new Holy Son.
"We originally planned to hold the coronation ceremony for you as the Holy Son after you arrived at Dawn, but now we have to postpone it for the time being. We will hold it for you after the matter of clearing out these churches is resolved." As the banquet was about to end, Pope Dawn had a long wooden box handed to Phil Gray. "Consider this compensation."
"thank you."
Phil Gray expressed his heartfelt gratitude. Although separated by a wooden box, he could feel the rich divine power of dawn inside, which was definitely no ordinary item!
Seeing the Pope's actions, others also came over to present gifts to the new Holy Son. Eli and Ernest became the porters, first putting the items into their spatial storage, then into the Holy Son's treasury, for Phil Gray to choose from later.
Vincent handed over a small box, then left with a heavy heart.
Finally, the big shots all left, and Phil Gray and his two partners went home with their loot.
Back at the Holy Son's residence, Phil Gray eagerly opened the long wooden box, not only sensing the rich power of the Dawn God, but also feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
"..."
Sure enough, inside the wooden box was a sword, its blade painted with flame patterns of the sun, constantly releasing the divine power of dawn.
He was extremely familiar with this sword; it was the sword that he would conjure up every time he put on his gloves.
This must be the elder's weapon from his lifetime!
Was it fate's arrangement, or did the Pope of Dawn know something?
Phil Gray frowned slightly, but he was overjoyed.
Just then, Eli pulled the butler in from outside with a strange expression. "Master, the butler said he received a note that tells you to go to the tailor shop on Spirit Street immediately, or he will destroy your ghost friend."
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