Fortunately, not long after, the light of dawn shone into the house, and the creaking of doors opening and footsteps echoed from the stairwell, while a few noisy shouts rang out from outside.
The entire port of Lonça has awakened again.
They breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's all go back and get some sleep," Eli stretched. "We might have the same dream again tonight, so we need to conserve our energy."
Phil Gray stepped outside and saw several hotel guests looking tired as they ordered breakfast. After a polite greeting, he hesitated before asking, "Hello, did you have any dreams last night?"
"You mean that strange dream?" one of the guests asked with a look of disgust. "You must have just arrived in Port Lunsi, right?"
"Yes."
“Oh, no wonder I don’t know.” He took the bread from the waiter. “This dream has probably started two or three days ago. Every night, everyone is forced to gather at the Port of Lunsi in their dreams and be tortured and killed by the undead that come down from the ship. Yesterday it was skeletons, and the day before yesterday it was something else?”
The female guest next to him replied with a hint of complaint, "It was a vampire. I still remember the one that bit me; it had a hideous face and wasn't handsome or charming at all like the ones in the stories."
"Does the Dark Night Church know about this?"
“I understand. They sent a priest to investigate the cause yesterday. However, besides the residents having these strange dreams, there's another matter under investigation in Port Lunsi,” he said in a low voice.
"What is it?"
"It is said that seventy or eighty young girls have gone missing here in the past month, and the reason has not yet been found out. A few days ago, such a dream occurred again, and Bishop Eugene, who is in charge of the port of Lunsi, is almost frantic with worry."
The male guest then looked at his female companion and said, "You should leave as soon as possible, in case you encounter any danger..."
"No way, I'm not an ordinary person." She winked playfully and walked away with a smile.
Phil Gray felt a sense of unease; he knew things here might be far more complicated than they had imagined.
But this doesn't seem to be their responsibility, and they'll be escorting George away in two or three days. Hopefully, everything will go smoothly.
"Oh, Mr. Kane, what are you doing here? Have you had breakfast?" A familiar voice came from beside him.
Phil Gray saw George leading a few men out of the tavern. He looked energetic and refreshed, showing no signs of fatigue.
Is it because of strong mentality, or because I didn't have that dream?
“No, I’m ordering breakfast.” Phil Gray smiled.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, sir!"
The accident happened at this moment.
The waiter carrying milk and cake nearly tripped and spilled the food on one of George's servants.
The waiter hurriedly and sincerely apologized and helped the servant remove the stains from his clothes.
"Oh my god, this is terrible! Go change your clothes right now!" George frowned, but didn't make things difficult for the waiter.
"Yes, young master." The servant nodded and was about to turn around when he stepped on the liquid on the ground. He was about to fall to the ground. He tried to control his slippery foot, but it only made his body tilt further to the side.
A crisp snap!
Now things are even worse. Not only did he fall, but he also knocked over the porcelain vase that was placed at the entrance of the hotel.
George looked at him with displeasure. "It's really strange that the gods would favor someone like you. You don't need to come with us today."
"Yes, you've had such bad luck today. You've fallen so many times. Going out with the young master would only embarrass him," another servant behind George laughed.
Bad luck? Phil Gray looked at the fallen servant. His face was indeed covered in scrapes, as if he had been beaten up. Wait, why was there a small cut on his left cheek?
If you don't look closely, you really can't tell from his bruised and battered face, but it clearly looks like he's been cut by a thin thread or a sharp blade.
Could it be the mark of fate's flying blade?
Could it have been him last night? Was the effect of the Fate Blade still active?
Phil Gray felt a surge of tension as he watched the man awkwardly stand up, apologize to George, and then hurriedly walk upstairs, never making eye contact with him.
"What's wrong, Mr. Kane?"
"It's nothing. Aren't you in danger going out like this?" Phil Gray looked away and turned to George, who was clearly annoyed.
He relaxed his brow. "It's alright. My other servants are all quite skilled. Of course, that unfortunate fellow probably didn't sleep well last night. Please don't mind him."
"Please be careful."
“Okay.” George turned around.
Could this George be connected to the disappearance of these girls? Was that servant the same person from last night? What are their motives?
As he watched his figure about to disappear from his sight, Phil Gray finally couldn't resist using "Eye of Fate".
As the river of fate flowed slowly, a scene clearly appeared before Phil Gray's eyes.
The location is a magnificent royal palace with walls covered in exquisite murals and carvings, and hanging golden chandeliers, creating a grand and natural ambiance.
Looking at the figure in the scene, he is sitting on the throne, about to put the crown on his head.
That's clearly George!
How could he possibly become king? The king of Puna has his own son; George is just a princess's illegitimate child.
Before he could think any further, he saw George put on the crown, turn his head behind him, and clap his hands.
What is that?
The thing behind him emerged—a gigantic monster, terrifying in appearance, with a pair of red eyes that gleamed with an evil light, sharp teeth dripping with black saliva, and seemingly roaring from its mouth. Its rough skin was etched with many horrifying patterns, inspiring fear and unease.
Just a glance across the river of fate was enough to give Phil Gray a jolt.
George is laughing in the scene, but at his feet, the magnificent palace is covered in blood and piles of bones.
Is this a scene from the future?
The scene abruptly ended, and he seemed somewhat dazed, until the long-unheard voice echoed in his mind, "Save the fate of this kingdom, change its future—"
Is this the prophecy of the god of fate?
Why is this explanation so easy to understand? But how do you save a kingdom from its fate?
He had only wanted to find out what George was going to do, but who would have thought that he would witness his future as king.
Although it is unknown whether George was involved in these events in Port Lunsey, the blood and bones at his feet prove that he definitely had some kind of conspiracy.
With a deep frown, he called over his other companions and told them about the strange behavior of the servant and the information he had seen with the Eye of Fate.
“It’s not certain whether it was George’s servant who fought you last night. If it was, he should have been able to recognize you and tell George about what you saw him,” Eli said.
“I think it was George who did it. He’s so fond of beautiful women, it’s not surprising that he would have his men kidnap so many girls,” Patrick said with a smile.
"But you don't need to kidnap seventy or eighty, do you?" Eli's lips twitched.
“Moreover, he might be planning a rebellion. His status is illegitimate, and if he wants to ascend to the throne, he will inevitably resort to some insidious means. The bones and blood may be those he killed for resisting. However, I really haven’t heard of the monster you described.” Eli shook his head again.
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