"Brother, dinner is ready!" Simona led them to the restaurant, and after a quick meal, they went about their own business.
“This is a hand-drawn map. I’ve marked Princess Sani’s location. It’s an old manor that the royal family built a long time ago, but no one has lived there for a long time, so it’s a bit desolate.” Ernest handed over a map, marking the route and destination in red.
“Okay, after we deal with the princess, we’ll leave tomorrow morning. You and your family can say goodbye tonight,” Phil Gray said.
“Yes.” Ernest’s gaze was firm. He cherished family ties, but as a knight, faith was his life.
He will always follow in His Holiness the Pope's footsteps.
...
Night fell, and the moonlight was dim. They rode their horses toward the outskirts of the city.
The ghost Frank floated forward, looking around, sometimes leaping onto the city wall, sometimes disappearing into the grass.
Luckily, there weren't many people around at night, or I would have been terrified.
“The city gates are closed,” Phil Gray said to Eli, pulling back his horse.
“Let’s climb over.” Eli stretched out his hand, and a vine snaked up the city gate. He climbed up the vine, with Phil Gray following closely behind.
Frank walked right through it.
Following the directions on the map, they finally arrived at the gate of the manor they were looking for.
"This is it." The two squatted in the grass, looking at the quiet manor.
The lights were on inside, but there was hardly anyone in sight.
"Alright, no need to be wary, just wait for my good news," Frank said, turning to go inside.
“Wait, do you know what Princess Sani looks like?” Phil Gray asked, then took out a portrait from his space stone—a simple sketch he had drawn on Colin’s ship.
The pen was found in the church of the Church of Dawn that had been burned down.
"You were prepared all along, weren't you?" Frank took the portrait, gave an approval gesture, and disappeared into the manor.
Phil Gray smiled without saying a word, and waited quietly outside with Eli.
...
"Princess, please rest early." The maid, dressed in black and white, said carefully. She had already made up the bed for Princess Sani and lit her favorite incense. At this moment, the princess was sitting in front of the mirror, her eyes glazed over.
"Will George come to my dreams? I miss him so much. I shouldn't have let him marry into that Church of Life. If he hadn't left me, none of this would have happened." Her expression turned frantic, and she overturned the mirror in front of her.
"Die, all of you! Die with my son! And that old bastard, why? My George is a hundred times better than him! That position should belong to my George!"
"Princess, Princess!" the maid cried out anxiously. Ever since George's death, the princess's mental state had been unstable, especially after being banished to the outskirts of the city today; she seemed to have gone mad!
"Get out! All of you, get out!" Sani shouted frantically.
The maid hurriedly bowed and left, closing the door behind her.
She waited outside the door for a while. The princess inside seemed to be quiet, and the lights were off. She must have calmed down and gone to bed to rest. Only then did she feel relieved and leave.
"Only one Attention-level and one Blessing-level, with such defensive capabilities, that kid still wants me to take action?" Frank floated into the manor and briefly probed the area with his divine power.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt. If he didn't really yearn to come to the human world, he wouldn't want to be an assassin for someone else at this age. But he didn't seem to have any resentment towards Phil Gray. Instead, he felt like he regarded him as a partner and was willing to listen to his orders. He must have been influenced by the summoning contract.
He drifted past the few chosen ones and guards without being detected. Apart from the chosen ones of the God of Death and the chosen ones of the Prophet of the Day, the other chosen ones were not sensitive to the dead.
"That's her!" Frank watched as the princess finished her madness and the maid left, then grabbed Princess Sani by the head.
That's right, it's just lifting, and the head and person are separated directly, it couldn't be simpler!
Blood gushed out, splattering the brocade embroidered with gold thread and the soft carpet, but not a drop touched the murderer, because he was just a ghost.
"After sending someone away, I must keep something as my spoils," Frank muttered to himself, glancing around before fixing his gaze on a white quill pen on the dressing table.
The white feathers were pure and flawless, but the nib was black, seemingly soaked in ink. Although it looked simple, the owner of the Anxi House, who had a large collection of artifacts, immediately sensed that this pen was extraordinary. He gently raised his hand, and the quill pen disappeared.
He smiled and disappeared from the manor.
"Alright, everything's taken care of." Frank's figure appeared, which made Phil Gray and Eli, who were waiting nearby, breathe a sigh of relief.
“They estimate it won’t be discovered until tomorrow,” Frank added.
“Alright, we should go back and rest. We have to hit the road tomorrow.” Phil Gray said, then restored the grass that they had trampled to its original state, and the two men and the ghost ran towards the city.
“If it weren’t for our pact preventing us from being too far from you, I could have easily come here as a ghost. Back in the day, as a member of the Light of Wisdom, assassinating even members of the Church of War was a piece of cake.” Frank recalled his time on Earth.
"Huh? In my impression, the chosen ones of the god of knowledge are all scholar-type figures, well-versed in all kinds of knowledge, and studying ancient classics, but most of them are old men with low combat power, right?" Phil Gray asked curiously.
"Hmph, that's because you don't understand. Knowledge is power. We're not rigid bookworms. Sometimes, the knowledge in books can be turned into a deadly attack. We have a disciple who once fought ten disciples of the same level and held his own." Frank said, as if to say, "You all have no knowledge."
"That's amazing?" Eli was also hearing about it for the first time.
"certainly."
They chatted as they returned to Ernest's manor. Simone had already arranged rooms for them. At this time, the three of them had not yet returned; they should still be at the Mermaid Opera House.
Phil Gray lay on the soft blankets, fast asleep, while ghosts wandered nearby, observing the manor's layout and infiltrating the servants' dreams; all was so peaceful.
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