Patrick had found this sword in a corner of the space stone. Although it was somewhat old and seemed to be an antique from hundreds of years ago, it did not prevent the knight from using it to cut people.
Eli casually followed.
Seeing the three men walking angrily towards him, the nobleman was somewhat frightened. He took a small step back, his mind filled with questions: Who were they?
As fellow followers of the God of Life, he could naturally sense that the person at the back possessed a more potent divine power than himself, indicating that he was a higher-level follower. The two in front of him also did not appear to be easy to deal with; the one with a scar near his eye and wielding a long sword exuded a fierce aura.
They're probably here to take on a mission too, so the nobleman thought to himself, "Try not to provoke them."
But then he saw the three of them walk right up to him, and the red-haired man grabbed him by the collar.
"Let go! What are you doing!"
The nobleman cried out in alarm.
Patrick loosened his collar. "This is a warning. Some people aren't to be trifled with. Watch out or I'll make your green eyes just decorations."
The nobleman was stunned. Had he just glared at some important person?
But then they saw the commoner standing to the side wave his hand at them, saying, "Don't do that. He's just mocking us for being commoners. It's nothing serious. I won't argue with him."
Was it because he glared at this commoner?
The nobleman suddenly felt wronged, but dared not speak.
Eli chuckled softly beside him.
Phil Gray wasn't angry. After all, he had already retorted, and starting a fight over this would make them seem like they could bully others just because they outnumbered them, which would be unreasonable.
Patrick glared back at the man a few times before looking away.
The atmosphere became somewhat quiet for a moment.
Fortunately, the pastor who had just returned has returned, along with the older pastor we met at the door.
He asked, "Are you all going to take on mission 2203?"
“Yes.” Phil Gray nodded.
The nobleman hesitated for a moment, glanced at them cautiously, and then replied, "Yes."
The priest looked on with curiosity at the nobleman whose attitude had completely changed.
“Here are the details of the mission. Since you all accepted the mission at the same time, I can’t decide who should give up. Just complete it together. The reward offered by the mission is quite generous. You can distribute it according to your contributions.” The older priest handed over a leather file folder.
“But this nobleman seems unwilling to complete the mission with us commoners,” Phil Gray said.
“Who wants to be with him?” Patrick complained as well.
“That is indeed a difficult situation,” the older pastor said, looking troubled.
“What is your opinion, esteemed nobleman?” Phil Gray looked at the nobleman who had been standing silently to the side.
“Even if there are many of you, I will not give up this mission. I came here specifically for Miss Julie…” His voice trailed off under Patrick’s gaze.
"Let's go together then."
Phil Gray took the leather bag and took out the specific documents from it.
The mission describes Julie as the daughter of an earl. She says she has fallen in love with a carpenter, but her father intends to marry her off to a young marquis of equal social standing. Heartbroken, she plans to elope with the carpenter, but he has become unreachable. She suspects her father has harmed him. Her mission is to find the carpenter, ascertain his safety, and find a way to allow her to be with him and avoid marrying the marquis.
The specific details require a face-to-face discussion, but it would be best to visit her at her home in the afternoon, as her count father only goes out to handle matters in the afternoon, and this matter must not be known to her father. Her name and address are listed below.
"This...this mission shouldn't be in the mission hall for those favored by the gods, right? Could it be that this young lady is also one of the chosen ones? And that's why she thinks those favored by the gods are more reliable?"
Phil Gray was somewhat puzzled. Although the task seemed difficult, it involved ordinary people and there was no trace of a chosen one. Miss Julie didn't need to spend so many gold coins to hire a chosen one to complete the task.
"What a touching love story. In the face of the safety of lovers, no amount of gold coins matters. Of course, we should ask the most reliable divine favored one to complete it."
Eli also looked at the information and said in a melancholy tone.
“Miss Julie is indeed a chosen one; she is at the Listening level.”
A nobleman nearby added in a low voice.
"How did you know the target was Miss Julie?"
Phil Gray looked at the nobleman.
Ernest pulled him from the sidelines to Phil Gray.
“Is that even a question? He must have given some kind of perk to one of the priests here, so he was informed of any news in advance. That’s why he rushed here as soon as the church opened, and came straight for this mission,” Eli said without any hesitation, earning him somewhat awkward smiles from the two priests.
“Yes, I know a priest here.” The nobleman straightened his clothes, looking at Ernest with a hint of fear in his eyes.
“Take a look at the documents,” Phil Gray said, handing him the documents.
"Are you the marquis mentioned here?" Patrick looked him up and down. "You don't seem like it at all. The marquises I know are all elegant and kind, unlike you. You really tarnish the face of the nobility."
"You..., of course not. I just met Miss Julie by chance at a gathering of the chosen ones, and I came here because I heard that she had issued a mission." The nobleman took the documents and looked at them carefully, seemingly still a little sad.
Phil Gray ignored him and said, "Let's go back first, and we'll go find the target this afternoon."
“How can we help this young lady?” Patrick asked.
"We definitely need to find that carpenter first."
Phil Gray replied.
“But whether or not to help them be together depends on the specific circumstances.” Eli fiddled with the pink flowers in his hand.
"Why? Didn't you want us to help her get together with the carpenter?" Patrick asked, puzzled.
"Do you think nobles and commoners can truly live together? Can a countess who is used to a life of luxury accept working with a carpenter in rough clothes under the scorching sun to make furniture for a minor nobleman whose status is even lower than hers?" Eli asked rhetorically.
Patrick didn't know what to say.
In the afternoon, after estimating that the father of the person they were tasked with had already left home, they went to the address provided in the documents.
The Earl's mansion was not located in the bustling Rose District in the city center, but in the more remote Jasmine District.
There is a large estate here, all belonging to the Earl's manor.
Phil Gray alighted from the carriage and saw another carriage parked at the door.
Then the nobleman from the morning came down, patted his clothes, and arrogantly handed a silver coin to the coachman.
“Oh, isn’t this a nobleman? Why are you riding in a rented carriage just like us commoners?” Patrick pointed at him and laughed.
His expression was rather unpleasant. "I won't argue with you; that's not gentlemanly behavior."
“Alright, getting the mission done is the priority.” Phil Gray pulled Rapatrick aside.
They walked across the lawn, which was green with yellow wildflowers, and came to a gray-white castle.
Phil Gray went to the door and rang the doorbell.
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