Daylight quietly arrived.
By morning, several of his companions had returned.
They sent out the letter exposing George's conspiracy, as Phil Gray had instructed.
“I gave the letter from the Church of Life to the postman, but it will take a day to reach the nearest city where the Church of Life is located. We can only hope that the other two parties can help.” Eli brushed the snowflakes off his head.
The second snow of winter arrived at this time.
“This is the territory of the Dark Night Cult; they certainly won’t stand idly by,” Patrick said.
George came down, pretending to have just woken up. "You guys are up pretty early, aren't you? Is it snowing outside?"
“Yes, they’ve had some really scary dreams these past few days. They just went out for a walk to relax and enjoy the snowy scenery of Port Lunsi,” Phil Gray replied with a smile.
George said nothing more, but glanced at them sideways and didn't notice anything amiss.
Yesterday, one of his attendants hesitantly confessed that he was carrying the woman when one of the escorts saw him.
He wasn't sure if Phil Gray had recognized that it was one of his men.
Damn it, he only told us this yesterday, it's so important.
George was annoyed, but he had already thrown the servant into the sea to feed the fish.
But even if they recognize it, so what? They have no idea what kind of monster they are creating.
At that time, the entire Kingdom of Puna will submit to his rule.
Thinking of this, George slightly raised his head, lost in his fantasies about the future.
"Keep an eye on them," he whispered to one of the men behind him.
The morning was very peaceful. George went out again, leaving Lensey Port, seemingly to search for divinely favored women in other areas.
To prevent any unforeseen complications, Ernest kept a close eye on the situation at the port of Lence.
The servants George sent to monitor them were not very capable and were easily fooled by Patrick's "forgotten fate" and Phil Gray's daydreams.
Around noon, Ernest rushed back and told them, "Boss, the Holy Son of the Cult of Dawn has taken a boat to the center of the Lunsey River."
“What? Is he alone?” Phil Gray asked.
"Yes."
"He's at most at the level of being noticeable, so why did he go alone?" Phil Gray frowned.
“Yeah, we were even thinking of getting him to call his cult members over here. How could he be so presumptuous?” Patrick was also somewhat speechless.
“We’re going to the other side of the Lunsey River. We can’t let him die,” Phil Gray said in a deep voice.
"Huh? Why do you still need to save him? Isn't he still chasing after you, cousin?" Patrick asked.
“We need his forces to fight George right now, and it wouldn’t be right for a Son of God to turn against us now that we’ve saved him. But everyone’s safety is the priority. Let’s go over there and see if we can lend a hand,” Phil Gray explained.
The Church of Life is too far away, and the Church of Darkness hasn't made any moves. It may have really declined to the point where it might not be able to fight against those two divinely inspired followers. On the contrary, this Holy Son might have some tricks up his sleeve.
After all, the Church of Dawn is one of the six major gods and has been developing very well. It is also the natural nemesis of the dead, so it must have a way to solve the dream of the dead in Port Lunsi.
“Yes, Elder Jesse can summon a large army of undead. If you’re not a member of the Cult of Dawn, it’s really hard to fight him.” Eli nodded in agreement.
Phil Gray then added another layer of illusion to the servant who was watching him, wearing gloves.
George wouldn't be back anytime soon, so they went to the port of Lencey.
There were small boats available for rent, and they boarded one together. Patrick excitedly started paddling.
"It feels so good on the water, cousin! Can we go on a sea adventure together sometime? I want to see the mermaids and sea monsters..."
"Alright, stop talking. How come you're still playing around at such a crucial time?" Eli glanced at him.
Phil Gray smiled too. The surface of the Lunsey River was covered with small patches of thin ice, but because it was connected to the sea, it was still quite fluid and not completely frozen.
They soon approached the passage, which was not very noticeable during the day.
“Wait, cousin, listen…” Patrick stopped.
They heard the sounds of a fierce fight coming from the passageway.
Immediately afterwards, a scorching light flashed, and a figure fell out of the passage.
“He is the Holy Son of the Cult of Dawn!” Phil Gray narrowed his eyes.
Fortunately, we managed to row the boat a little further away.
They quietly hid inside the boat and held their breath.
The holy son seemed quite disheveled, plunging headfirst into the water.
Soon, another figure appeared. He stood at the entrance of the passage, holding a staff inlaid with obsidian and wearing a bone necklace around his neck.
"How exactly did you find out?" Judging from the voice, this was Elder Jesse.
The Holy Son did not speak, and the Lunsi River turned a blood red.
Jesse snorted coldly, and a black light flashed from the staff in his hand. Several ghosts appeared on the river surface. Although they were not as terrifying as in the dream, they surrounded the Holy Son beneath the water and emitted piercing screams.
Fortunately, only Jesse came out. The follower of the Dream Cult must be guarding the things in the passage and won't come out easily.
That makes things easier.
Phil Gray gave Ernest a nod. Ernest had just hidden underwater nearby, wearing white gloves, wielding the Sunblade, and standing on a lotus leaf—thanks, of course, to Eli's generosity.
“Jesse, do you remember the sacred artifact of the Cult of Dawn that you stole? Do you remember the despicable means you used to make a pact with the lord of the Abyss of the Dead? Now you’ve created this nightmare monster. If the Church of the Dead finds out, will they still let you be an elder?”
Ernest said these words as Eli had instructed, though it was unclear how he knew so many of Jesse's secrets.
Jesse's expression changed. He looked fiercely at Ernest, jumped down into the tunnel, and a black light flashed. A small shark skeleton appeared on the surface of the water. He stepped on the skeleton shark and charged towards Ernest.
The lotus leaf beneath Ernest's feet was a very rare plant cultivated by Eli, capable of allowing people to walk quickly on water, yet it held its own against Jesse's bone shark.
Provoked by his words, Jesse no longer cared about the Holy Son underwater, but instead focused on chasing after the person who knew his secret that he had kept hidden for many years.
While they were gone, Phil Gray and Patrick quickly dealt with the ghosts and pulled the Holy Son from the water; he had already passed out.
"Eli!"
Eli fed him a white petal, then placed him on the small boat. "Patrick, pull him back to the inn," Phil Gray said.
"good."
Patrick rowed the Holy Son away in his small boat.
Phil Gray and Eli quietly climbed up to the entrance of the tunnel and placed a few exploding flowers on it.
It is said that this flower can produce a loud explosion, but it cannot cause any harm. Eli said it can only be used to scare people.
“Once I’ve used these up, I’ll have to spend some time getting some more stock.” Eli chuckled and jumped underwater with Phil Gray.
“Let’s hurry, I’m afraid Ernest won’t be able to hold on,” Phil Gray said.
"good!"
They swam to a distance, and Phil Gray threw the Fate Blade, slicing the flower in two.
Then, thanks to the continued effects of the diving flower I ate last night, I swam on the surface of the water and quickly left the area.
With a loud bang, the earth shook!
The sound alone was enough to create waves on the water's surface.
Phil Gray felt a buzzing in his ears and couldn't hear anything else for a moment. He could only desperately swim after Eli.
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