Soon the carriage arrived at an open flat area, and not far from the flat area was a large train similar to those on Earth.
However, this large train didn't have as many carriages as a regular train; it only had three.
There were also some people standing on the ground, all nobles, dressed well, carrying luggage, and accompanied by male and female servants.
A man in a blue robe called out, “Ladies and gentlemen, please hand over your tickets and board the train in order.”
Once on board, I was surprised to find that the interior was surprisingly spacious. Each carriage had many compartments, each with sofas, tables, and chairs, and the decorations were exquisite.
They went into one of the cubicles.
This must be due to some kind of spatial folding capability.
Phil Gray's expression shifted slightly. Patrick said, "Cousin, you've been in North City ever since you became Pope, and you haven't ridden a train since. You used to love traveling around."
“Hmm.” Phil Gray sat down.
Seeing that Phil Gray was no longer in a state of grief, but was still somewhat sullen, Patrick said, "Cousin, I know you're not feeling well. You've always been so kind."
"But this is not your fault. You should cheer up and deal with those traitors when you return to the Holy See and avenge them."
“I know.” Phil Gray forced a smile. “I just hate my own powerlessness. As the Pope, I can’t protect my believers and instead drag them down with me.”
“Don’t say that,” Patrick said anxiously. “You’ve already done a great job, maintaining the Vatican for four years as an ordinary person.”
"Actually, I didn't understand why my uncle wanted you to be the pope and even killed the original holy son and daughter. This caused dissatisfaction among many families because for so many years, no matter what church it was, only the chosen one could become the pope."
“But I feel like my uncle and father are hiding something from us,” Patrick said, frowning.
Why do you say that?
“Cousin, although our family has not existed as long as the God of Destiny, it has still lasted for more than two thousand years and has produced dozens of popes. We are inseparable from the God of Destiny. Over the years, the direct descendants of our family have always been the chosen ones of the God of Destiny, and there has never been an ordinary person.”
“But you are an exception, and under these circumstances, my uncle still appointed you as the pope. I really can’t understand it. Isn’t he harming you?”
But Father didn't object either. After your uncle's death, he and the family's high-ranking members of the Cult of God strongly supported your ascension to the papacy," Patrick explained. "I think they must have had a reason to make you pope."
Phil Gray fell into deep thought. His transmigration and the original owner's inexplicable ascension to the papacy—what was hidden behind all of this?
Or rather, what does the god of fate really want to do?
However, no matter what, I must strengthen myself as soon as possible in order to return to the Papacy and eliminate the traitor.
Phil Gray felt a pang of pain as he thought of Wilde and the old woman dying, and of Barry, who was on the run. Could the childlike Barry take care of himself?
Fate is fickle. Not long ago, he was walking on thin ice while playing the role of a stranger, the pope, but today he is an exile hiding in fear.
He stood frozen in place, for the voice he had almost ignored rang in his ears once more: "Listen to the whispers of fate..."
“Listen to the whispers of fate, ah.” Phil Gray uttered these words and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
He was already in the game of fate, so how could he possibly listen?
Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation in his body, like being bathed in the spring sunshine or lying in his mother's arms, a comfort that came from the depths of his soul.
He closed his eyes, so reluctant to leave this feeling, but it quickly faded away.
Then he heard the same whisper in his ear, only this time it was, "Fate has given you the insight to see the ups and downs of life."
He felt rivers flash before his eyes, each containing a human face, and then white words appeared—"Eye of Destiny".
"This is?"
Before he could even figure it out, he heard Patrick's surprised voice, "Cousin, you've broken through to the Listening level?!"
He opened his eyes. "What?"
"I just saw a white divine light flash around you; that's something that only happens when a person chosen by the gods breaks through."
“I think I really heard the voice of God just now.” Phil Gray touched his eyes. “I feel like my eyes have changed.”
"That must be the ability you gained. When a person is favored by the gods, their physical attributes will not only increase due to the nourishment of divine power, but they will also gain an ability bestowed by the gods. The higher the level of the breakthrough, the stronger the ability will be. However, it is all random and related to the way the divine prophecy is completed, as well as to oneself. These are all uncertain."
Patrick said excitedly, "The ability I gained at the Listening level is called Forgetting Fate. It can make people temporarily forget some things, but they will still remember them after a while. It is more effective on ordinary people, but it has little effect on those who are more powerful than me and are favored by the gods."
"But cousin, how did you suddenly become a chosen one of the gods? Uncle and Father tried all sorts of methods before, but they couldn't make you a chosen one of the gods."
“I don’t know either.” Phil Gray shook his head, naturally unable to reveal that he was no longer the original owner of the body.
“Anyway, this is a good thing.” Patrick smiled.
What level are you at now?
Patrick scratched his head. "Ah, I'm still at the Blessing level. I'm still trying to complete the divine prophecy. However, the favored ones of the God of Fate are different from the favored ones of other gods. Their divine prophecies are easy to understand, but fate is too mysterious, so it's more difficult for us to advance."
"oh."
Phil Gray carefully sensed it and felt divine power slowly flowing through his body, but the power was still very weak.
At the same time, he felt an improvement in his physical strength and agility.
He focused his divine power into his eyes and looked at Patrick.
"The Eye of Destiny!"
He read it aloud.
Immediately, my vision began to blur, and then a picture appeared before my eyes.
He saw Patrick hiding behind a stone table that looked familiar; it seemed to be the back garden of the city lord's mansion.
Then a young woman walked up to the fountain. She was tall and slender, wearing a fitted red dress, with her long golden hair tied in a ponytail and a faint smile on her face.
Patrick, meanwhile, hid behind the stone table, gazing at the girl with fascination.
This must be Edith, the daughter of the lord of Kao City.
Phil Gray smiled.
The scene before my eyes began to fade away, and I felt a sense of powerlessness, but I recovered quickly.
It seems that the effect of this Eye of Fate might be to see certain scenes from the past of a specific person.
However, this may be the initial effect, and given that Patrick is a level higher than him, it is already quite an achievement for him to be able to see a scene from the past.
Patrick felt a little uneasy as his cousin stared at him. "Cousin, what's wrong?"
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