Phil Gray smiled but remained silent. "This was a gift from a good friend of mine, but I don't know its exact name."
How could he tell Uriah that it was just a little candy?
However, as expected of the candy from the God of Food Cult, it is sweet but not cloying, melts slowly in the mouth, and has a grassy aroma.
I have to thank Caroline!
At this moment, his divine power had only recovered somewhat, so he could only carefully control the power of death, making it form a shallow barrier on his body to disguise the aura of the dead, so as not to run out of energy later.
“Alright, but what kind of undead are you planning to impersonate?” Uriah asked excitedly. Of course, he didn’t show any facial expression, but Phil Gray could somehow sense his emotions.
"A succubus or a vampire? But your face doesn't look good enough. If you're a zombie, you might need to make your skin whiter or bluer. It's a bit of a problem."
“How about this?” Phil Gray paused for a moment, then tore off his mask, revealing a face that surprised Uriah, who nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Oh my god, you're even more handsome than that vampire I saw at the last rebirth banquet!" Uriah exclaimed.
“Thank you for the compliment. I’ll pretend to be a vampire for now. But do you know anything that can be used for lighting?” Phil Gray decided to ask the local natives.
“Lighting? Let me think…” Uriah pondered for a moment, then suddenly stood up. “Perhaps you could use the spirit fire of our skeletons?”
After saying that, he regretted it and covered his mouth with his newly healed bone palm.
Spiritual Fire?
Phil Gray looked at the faint light in the little skull's eye sockets, which seemed to only illuminate his skull, which was nothing but bones.
Uriah took a step back, looking at him warily. "I'm just a lowly undead soldier, so my spirit fire is naturally very weak. If it were a leader or a general-level skeleton, it might be able to meet your requirements."
This might be a solution, Phil Gray thought, recalling the Commander-level spirit fire that Caroline had received, which was indeed quite potent.
"Where can I find a higher-grade spirit fire? Do you have any suggestions?"
“There should be some in the city’s mortuary. You can go and take a look. The spirits of those who died unexpectedly are sent there. However, the owner of the mortuary has a bad temper, and I don’t know if he will give them to you,” Yuria explained.
“Okay, but I can’t see anything right now and I don’t know the way to the city. Can you take me there?” Phil Gray asked. It was quite quiet and felt very empty. He and Uriah had been talking for so long and no other undead had passed by, so they must not be in the city.
“Of course, but I can only take you into the city. You’ll have to go to the Resting Place by yourself, because I have to attend the Lord’s Rebirth Banquet.” Yulia nodded.
A man and a skeleton walked one after the other. Phil Gray followed behind Uriah. Although he couldn't see anything, he could still sense through his other senses that they had passed through a large pit and crossed a gravel path, though he didn't know if the gravel under their feet was made of the same material as the human world.
As he walked, he recalled the scene of entering the abyss in his mind, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart. He never expected that Viscount Ward, who had been with them in the pursuit of the tobacco dealer, would suddenly attack. There was no warning beforehand. What was his motive?
White blade...
That day, he saw Viscount Ward walking with the fleeing man in white. At the time, Viscount Ward said he didn't know him, but since they were both chosen by the God of War, they must have been in contact before. Perhaps Viscount Ward was even a member of the White Blade.
However, if he wanted to attack them, he and the man in white could have done so on their way to the coast. With their cooperation, he and Eli would likely still have ended up in the abyss of the dead. Why did they have to wait until they were almost at Malu Island to make their move on the ship?
He narrowed his eyes. He had already analyzed that Wendell and other forces that were pursuing the Pope of Destiny were more likely to focus their attention on the imposter, and given their current public identities, the only person they had offended was Princess Sani.
A thought flashed through my mind: Princess Sani is highly suspicious. It's very likely that the man in white was sent by her. He boarded the ship as a new passenger and then met with Viscount Ward, conveying his intention to eliminate them. That's why Viscount Ward's attitude changed from friendly to suddenly attacking them.
As a viscount of the Kingdom of Puna, he would naturally carry out the princess's orders without hesitation.
Phil Gray's eyes darkened. No matter who the mastermind was, he would not let them get away with it and would make them pay a bloody price, because they had not only harmed him but also put his partner in danger!
Now, once they find the spirit fire that can be used for illumination, they must find a way out. Uriah didn't know, but perhaps higher-level undead would. His eyes hardened.
"Waaah—"
The sound of flapping wings suddenly came from overhead, followed by what seemed to be countless crows flying across the sky above. Phil Gray looked up, already imagining the scene of the crows obscuring the sky.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking that closing them might be more comfortable since he couldn't see anything anyway. But after thinking about it, he decided to keep his eyes open. Who knew if he would encounter something bright on the way, and maybe then he wouldn't have to go to any resting place.
"The VIPs have all arrived. Looks like we'd better hurry, or we'll miss the Rebirth Banquet." Yulia tilted her head back, glanced at the sky, muttered to herself, and then started jogging.
But as he walked, he stopped. Phil Gray saw two skeletons holding bone knives and bone shields. He could see them so clearly because their spirit fire was indeed very bright. The dark blue light even allowed him to see some withered branches and some unknown black humus on the ground.
“Uria, where have you been again? I told you to mine black ore, so stay in the mine and do your job. What are you doing wandering around outside all day?” one of the skeletons said sarcastically, the voice sounding like a woman’s.
Phil Gray could see her sharp jawline and delicate frame through the light in her eyes.
Yulia said hesitantly, "I... I twisted my wrist. I asked the overseer for a day off. I want to attend this year's Rebirth Banquet."
"What kind of rebirth banquet are you going to attend? What qualifications do you have? You've been a lowly undead soldier for a hundred years. An undead like you, rejected by the gods, should be diligently mining!"
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