“I also think that George’s squire must be the same person I fought last night,” Phil Gray added. In any case, they all had to be careful of George, and they also had to fulfill the prophecy of the god of fate and find a way to prevent George from ascending to the throne.
However, the information we have now is very limited, so we can only adapt to the situation.
Night fell again, and although they were mentally prepared, entering this extremely realistic and terrifying dream still instilled a sense of fear in them.
Phil Gray surveyed his surroundings; the people remained rooted to the spot, awaiting the impending slaughter.
The small boat slowly docked at the shore. Today, ghosts came down. They moved quickly, floated in mid-air, and their nearly transparent bodies shimmered with green fluorescence.
Whenever they hit a person, the poor person would show a pained expression, and then be left with a stiff corpse.
Phil Gray raised his hand, revealing the sun mark, and it worked; not a single ghost approached his body.
Unexpectedly, this mark saved him; the Day Prophet truly deserves to be called the nemesis of the undead.
Phil Gray smiled; he could now take the opportunity to examine the dream more closely and see if he could find any useful clues.
However, his inability to move his body became his biggest limitation.
Ghosts continued to pour down from the ship; almost everyone here was dead.
But this also led Phil Gray to a new discovery: whenever the ghost kills someone, a dark green orb of light appears above the dead person's head, and this orb eventually gathers on the ship.
What's on the ship?
Phil Gray stared intently at the ship, but apart from the endless stream of skeletons, he couldn't make out what was on board.
Finally, Phil Gray was the only one left alive in the dream. He saw the ghosts forming a circle, with himself in the middle.
What will they do?
Phil Gray still held up the hand bearing the sun mark.
The dream suddenly changed. The ghosts didn't make a move. Phil Gray felt a moment of disorientation, and then the scene around him returned to the beginning of the dream.
Those around him waited in terror for the ghost to slaughter them, ultimately contributing their green orbs of light.
It's unclear how many rounds of slaughter he endured before Phil Gray finally woke up.
After looking at the actual surroundings, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The only clue we have so far is that the small boat is collecting orbs of light from people who died in the dream, and it keeps restarting in order to obtain more orbs of light.
What exactly is on the ship? And what is the purpose of the orb of light?
Phil Gray felt like his head was a tangled mess. Both George and this bizarre dream were intertwined and knotted in his mind, but he felt that these things must be connected, and he was just missing a thread to connect them.
The passengers looked rather haggard today; their recurring nightmares had left them with no energy to do anything else during the day.
After ordering a casual breakfast, Phil Gray pondered these matters, trying to deduce the connections between them.
But he still noticed a young man sitting opposite him.
The young man had long blond hair, was somewhat handsome, and wore a white robe, so he didn't seem to be a local resident of the Dark Night Parish.
He handed himself a glass of wine.
"Thank you, may I ask what can I do for you?" Phil Gray took the drink and asked politely.
"Hello, chosen one of the God of Death, do you have the corpse of a bishop of the Church of Dawn in your space stone?" His smile was gentle, but his gaze was sharp, and his words startled Phil Gray.
He realized that these must be people sent by the Cult of Dawn to hunt him down.
“I don’t understand what you mean. I’m not a member of the Church of the Dead. What would I do with collecting corpses?” Phil Gray looked at him calmly. After the power of death and the power of fate were fused together, as long as he didn’t use a certain skill, he was just an ordinary person in the eyes of others.
The young man sized him up, muttering to himself, "Something's not right. The mark I sensed is on you, so how can you be an ordinary person? Do you have some hidden tricks up your sleeve?"
Just then, Phil Gray saw George coming down the stairs, followed by his servants.
He turned and ran up the stairs, smiling as he asked, "Young Master, you're up. Is there anything you need today?"
“No, you can do whatever you want today. Port Lunsi has many unique places, like a fish and chips shop you can try.” George replied with a smile, seemingly in a good mood.
"Okay, I'll head back now." With that, she turned to continue upstairs.
The young man followed, and frowned when he saw George. This man possessed an even stronger aura of the God of Death, and the purity of this aura was clearly beyond what a low-level chosen one could possess.
Combining what he had overheard of their conversation, he looked at George. "Is he one of your subordinates? Also, have you been in contact with a chosen one of the God of Death? Or a high-level chosen one? No, simple contact wouldn't give you such a strong aura, but you're clearly just an ordinary person. What exactly are you doing with the corpse?"
The young man suddenly realized that George might be the mastermind, and the ordinary man with the sun mark was his subordinate. They had a way to hide their divine power level, which made everything make sense.
George's expression changed. He thought to himself: The corpse, the chosen one of the god of death, does he know something? Has Jesse's affair been exposed?
Thinking of this, he panicked for a moment. Instead of answering the young man's series of questions, he pointed at the young man and shouted, "He stole my things! Seize him!"
The servants and the young men started fighting, throwing the inn into chaos, and some guests screamed and ran out.
And indeed, among those attendants were those favored by the god of death; the undead creatures they summoned further confirmed the young man's conjecture.
Phil Gray hid behind the corner of the stairs and watched them fight. He had only intended to make the young men think that George was with him, but the effect was surprisingly good, and George even took matters into his own hands and grabbed people.
Recalling what the young man had just said and George's guilty look, Phil Gray pondered, what was he hiding? Was it related to his ascension to the throne?
The young man was a follower of the Prophet of the Day, and he seemed to be of a high rank. He held a golden wheel in his hand, and wherever his moves passed, the flames of the sun ignited, setting the tables and chairs of the inn ablaze.
The attendants each had their own methods; they seemed to be the favored ones of the god of death and the reapers of plagues, and the skills they used were rather ruthless.
Moreover, their level is at least the congratulatory level, and some are even the attention level. No wonder George is so confident and doesn't care about their escort.
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