Besides, he wasn't particularly devout to the god of fate.
He couldn't even sing hymns praising the god of fate, let alone offer daily prayers.
Is this divine compensation for his time travel?
At that moment, he remembered another voice that had been in his mind before—"Listen to the teachings of the dead."
If "listening to the whispers of fate" is the maxim of the god of fate, then is the teaching of the dead the maxim of the god of death?
I had entered the death portal that Wilder used for teleportation, so I was tainted by the aura of the god of death.
So the god of death also wanted to become one of His chosen ones?
Phil Gray rubbed his temples. "Patrick, do you think it's possible for someone to be favored by two gods?"
"How is that possible? Can one person love two people at the same time?"
Not necessarily. Some people can divide their hearts into many pieces, and each piece contains a person.
"The same goes for faith; a devout faith can only be offered to one god."
“I see.” Phil Gray said thoughtfully, but according to the path of advancement for those favored by the gods, as long as one hears and fulfills the words of the gods, one can obtain the abilities bestowed by the gods. He had already heard the words of the god of death.
If he completes this maxim, will he be able to gain the power of the god of death?
It might be worth a try, but last time he "listened to the whispers of fate" because he felt the capriciousness of fate and was stimulated by the death of the old woman. How can he "listen to the teachings of the dead" be completed?
Putting those aside for now, Phil Gray glanced at the sky; it was already completely night. "Do you know where I can buy disguise items? We'd better prepare some."
Patrick pondered for a moment, "If you want to buy something like the transformation slime, you can't go to ordinary stores; you have to go to the God-Chosen Trade Fair."
“The trade fair is organized by the Commercial Church. There are members of the Commercial Church in every city, and I imagine there’s one in Duer City too. It’s an evening session. Cousin, shall we go check it out?” Patrick suggested.
“Okay, but we need to disguise ourselves first.” Phil Gray took out the remaining transformation slime, which had exactly two uses left.
He and Patrick disguised themselves and went out onto the street.
The city of Duer was a bit cold at night, and the wind was strong. The snow that had just fallen covered the roads like a white carpet, and under the moonlight, the whole city was as bright as during the day.
“Cousin, are you cold? Let’s go buy some winter clothes.” Patrick sneezed.
Even at night, many shops remained open.
They randomly picked a shop, spent three silver coins, and changed into ordinary cotton clothes. After all, they needed to conceal their identities and couldn't dress too extravagantly.
Two rows of footprints were left on the neat white snow.
After walking for a while, Patrick pointed to a shop on a street corner and said, "This is it. Look, there's a symbol on the shop sign that looks like a bag of gold coins. That's the emblem of the Commercial Church."
The Commercial Church is also a relatively powerful religion, composed of believers in the magic of wealth. This church is different from other churches; it does not have a pope, and there is only one president as its leader.
The members of the Commercial Church are driven by the pursuit of wealth, and their presence is felt throughout cities on both the eastern and western continents. Their headquarters are located in the southeastern corner of the western continent, which is also within the territory of the Kingdom of Puna.
"Welcome, gentlemen."
A woman who looked like the proprietress came out, with a sly smile on her face and fiery red lips.
“We’re going to the evening session of the trade fair,” Patrick said.
The proprietress nodded. "Okay, please follow me."
The outer room was filled with shelves of everyday groceries, while the proprietress led them to a huge oil painting. The painting depicted a woman with curly short hair, with exquisite lines and bright colors; it must have been the work of a master.
The proprietress gently pushed it open, and it turned out that the oil painting was a door, behind which was another room.
The room was large, but the exquisite chandelier made the whole room extremely bright. There were two semi-circular tables and chairs inside, and many people were sitting in the left and right semi-circles, with goods piled up on the table in front of each person.
In the middle are customers coming and going, stopping to shop at various stalls.
“If you want to sell things here, you have to give some money to the Commercial Church so you can have a seat,” Patrick explained in a low voice.
Phil Gray looked with interest at the goods for sale on both sides. The goods here were strange and unusual. There was even a dead man's skull on one of the tables, which looked sinister and terrifying.
"Want it? I'll sell it to you cheap, 300 gold coins. The owner of this skull was a god who was demoted in his previous life. I wouldn't sell it if I wasn't short of money lately."
The owner of the table was a person wearing a black cloak, whose face was obscured, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.
Phil Gray quickly shook his head and walked away.
"That person must be a chosen one of the God of Death; for them, such a person must be an extremely valuable resource."
After walking for a while, Patrick stopped. "How much is this mask?"
Phil Gray looked at it. Was that a mask? It looked exactly like a real human face.
"Sir, ten gold coins per mask. My mask is of good quality and can last a year without any problem!"
Patrick was about to take out his gold coins when Phil Gray stopped him.
“Three for twenty gold coins!” Phil Gray said, while Patrick looked at his cousin in surprise, clearly not expecting his pope cousin to bargain.
The stall owner wasn't too keen, but after some haggling, they managed to buy the three masks for twenty-five gold coins.
Having received their goods, they left the shop.
"Cousin, I really admire you so much."
“We don’t have many gold coins left, so we should save where we can. I can’t expect you to make money for me, can I?” Phil Gray smirked, but his disguised face was clearly still expressionless.
"However, we really need to think of some ways to make money."
Phil Gray was very envious of the goods at the recent trade fair.
Patrick nodded. "This is still a low-level trade fair. If we have money, we can participate in a high-level trade fair, where we might see sacred artifacts. Sacred artifacts can greatly enhance the abilities of those favored by the gods."
"A sacred object?"
"Yes, sacred objects refer to things left behind by gods in the human world or items they have come into contact with. In addition to this, divine beings and those of quasi-god level also have the opportunity to form sacred objects after death."
“Oh.” Phil Gray was thinking about how to quickly get some gold coins when he inadvertently noticed a familiar symbol painted on a wall across the street.
What is that?
A fist clenched around a flower of destiny, beneath which lay broken petals.
Does the Church of Destiny also have apostates in the Duer Diocese?
Phil Gray was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said to Patrick, "I'll take you to a gathering."
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