"Is it you guys?" He clearly recognized Phil Gray and the others.
After they presented the cardboard and the wine bottle, and offered some explanation, the knight temporarily believed their story and took the evidence to the church for inspection.
Phil Gray breathed a sigh of relief after they left.
Then the tavern owner came over and said, "I almost forgot, someone sent you a letter two days ago, but you weren't here."
I took the envelope; it was blank, and there was no indication of who it was addressed to.
When I took out the letter, it was blank.
What's going on?
Is someone playing a prank?
“Ah, cousin, this might have been sent by my father. It’s a secret method used by the Gray family. Try roasting it over a fire,” Patrick whispered, suggesting.
"Oh, right." There's also a method on Earth where you can write on white paper with a juice containing vitamin C to make it invisible. It only becomes visible after being heated with fire.
I don't know if he used the same method in this letter, but in this world full of gods, there must be other ways to do it.
He glanced at the others, took the envelope, and went back to his room, Patrick following him.
Inside the room was a small fireplace, and under the gentle flames, the words gradually came into view: "Honored to His Holiness the Pope of Love" was written on the envelope.
"To His Holiness the Pope:"
I am Anthony Gray, your faithful follower. I feel deeply guilty for leaving you in exile. The shameful traitor has taken control of the Papacy, and the evil Holmes family is trying to install the traitor on the throne that belongs to you. But the Gray family will not compromise, because your many followers are still waiting for your return.
At the consultation meeting two days ago, Wendell eagerly expressed his covetousness for the papacy. He attacked you for being an ordinary person, claiming that your ascension to the papacy would violate the will of God. However, he did not expect that you were already a chosen one of God.
This news played a significant role in the negotiation, causing those who supported Wendell to hesitate. However, the final outcome may still disappoint you, as they want to make an agreement with you: only if you can break through to the Divine Prophecy level within five years will they willingly support you and prohibit the Gray family from providing you with any assistance.
They have publicly announced that His Holiness the Pope has gone out to gain experience. If you reach the level of divine revelation in five years, you will return in glory. If not, they will use your disappearance as an excuse to support Wendell to ascend to the papacy.
I know how unfair this outcome is to you, and the Gray family finds it equally unacceptable. However, the neutral faction has tacitly accepted this agreement. In any case, our family will do everything in our power to eliminate those traitors and welcome you back as soon as possible.
Fortunately, they have dropped their pretense and promised not to search for you again under any pretext, which greatly ensures your safety. However, I still suggest that you do not return to the territory of the Church of Destiny for the time being.
May the gods of fate bless you, my dear Pope.
Your uncle and believer.
A five-year agreement?
Phil Gray sighed, surprised that even the Gray family was helpless. He was confident that he could reach the Divine Prophecy level within five years, but he was still somewhat disappointed that he could not immediately eliminate those traitors.
“Reaching the Divine Prophecy level within five years? That’s absurd.” Patrick, who had also finished reading the letter, sighed, “Cousin, the families that support Wendell and the neutral faction are indeed very powerful. Our Gray family can’t stand alone. Otherwise, why would there be such an agreement? Very few people can reach the Divine Prophecy level within five years.”
“I know, I’m grateful for everything my uncle has done for me, but I also believe I can reach the Prophecy level within five years. Look at me, I’m already at the Blessing level, aren’t I? I’ll kill those traitors with my own hands then,” Phil Gray said with a smile, but his eyes held an unprecedented ruthlessness.
“Yeah, cousin, you might not even need five years, you could reach the divine revelation level in a year. You’re the kind of person that even the Holy Spirit of Fate’s Scales actively sought out.” Patrick laughed.
“Yes, yes, our crisis is temporarily over. Although I can’t go back to North City, you can. You must miss your parents. Maybe you can go back and visit them.” Phil Gray looked at his cousin, who had only intended to attend a wedding but had ended up following him around, forced to leave his family and face various dangers.
Patrick shook his head. "No, I can't go back. I have to protect you and take care of you. It's my responsibility as your cousin, and even more so as a believer."
“I will also work hard to improve my strength. Five years is not a long time. When the time comes, we will fight our way back together. Will you let me try to become a bishop?” Patrick blinked excitedly.
“Of course.” Phil Gray smiled gently.
"Now that they're not arresting us, can't we write back home? Cousin, is there anything you want to tell my father?"
Phil Gray thought for a moment and said, "Have your uncle help you find a man named Barry in Kao City."
He always felt guilty towards the poor old woman who died and the simple-minded but kind-hearted Barry.
“Okay.” Patrick nodded, probably to go write the letter.
Phil Gray focused his divine power and tried to use the "Fate Blade" skill. A blade as thin as a cicada's wing formed in his hand, which he hurled at an incredible speed toward the vase by the window.
The vase shattered in an instant, and the flying blade pierced through it and carved into the iron bars of the window.
Upon closer inspection, the divine power of the flying blade gradually disappeared, leaving only the broken railing.
"The effect is not bad. For those enemies with weak defenses, being able to slit their throats directly is a fatal blow." Phil Gray nodded in satisfaction.
To improve your accuracy, you need to practice more. I wonder if there are any places to practice in Duer City?
Let's ask Eli later.
Wait, he suddenly remembered something he had almost forgotten: the deal to buy the hand of the dead.
Because he missed the agreed-upon transaction time due to participating in the ruins event, and he doesn't even know if that person is still there, he must think he's a fraudster.
Phil Gray thought to himself, "I'll go check it out tonight."
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