So, was the dead George a fake?
Was all of this part of a plan he had already arranged?
No wonder the expert hidden around him didn't show up.
"Where did you find it?"
“Under the coffee cup,” Eli wrote, reaching out onto the table.
Phil Gray pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "We can't be sure if it's true or not for now. We'll have to go to the Dark Night Cult and see for ourselves."
Patrick spat and muttered under his breath, "What kind of person is he? He didn't even tell us. If he's so good at making decisions, why does he need our protection?"
"Shh—" Phil Gray gestured for him to be quiet; there might be hidden assassins in this carriage.
However, those who were chasing George never expected that they would be from the royal palace of the Kingdom of Puna. Why was that?
“All of this is none of our business. George is dead, so be it. Since we’re already on the train to the Dark Night Parish, let’s just treat it as a trip. I’m quite curious about what it’s like there. What do you guys think?” Eli yawned and said lazily.
"Um."
Everyone nodded.
“Young Master George, how could you die, waah waah waah…” Although the servant knew that this might be a plan, he still cried his heart out when he saw the corpse brought up by the two leaders.
“We are very sorry for this accident. The knights of the Church of Life are temporarily unable to arrive, and the blue crystals needed by the train have already been delivered. The journeys of many passengers cannot be delayed, so we can only temporarily store the bodies in the train's storage space and hand them over to the Church of Life on the return trip. Please forgive us!” The person in charge looked at them apologetically and bowed.
“Sure.” Phil Gray and the others had no problem with it.
The servant carried what was possibly a fake George's body to the large storage space.
As night fell, the great train on the wasteland finally began its slow journey.
Under the starlight, the travelers, somewhat weary, eagerly awaited their arrival.
This time, nothing unexpected happened, but when they got off the bus in the Dark Night Cult area, they heard the person in charge arguing with the servant.
"What's wrong?" Patrick asked as he went over.
"The young master's body is gone!" the servant cried.
“We didn’t expect this either. Who would steal a corpse? Sigh, this trip has been really unlucky,” the person in charge said with distress, then looked at them. “We’re heading back now. You can come with me. I need to report to headquarters and the Church of Life to investigate who dared to lay a hand on Dalie.”
“Well…you should go back with them. We still have some things to take care of at the Cult of the Night.” Phil Gray looked at his servant. “Someone needs to vouch for us over there, and you are the best candidate.”
“Alright.” The servant nodded. He was an ordinary person. If young master George was really in the Dark Night Cult, these chosen ones were more capable of protecting him than he was, and he was more suited to bewitching those assassins.
"Waaah, young master, we'll go back and get justice for you—"
The person who stole George's body must have been one of his pursuers, and George probably hoped to use this to confuse and escape them.
As the procession gradually disappeared into the distance, Phil Gray took in the surroundings of the Dark Night Parish.
The Church of the Dark Night was once one of the six main churches, just like the Church of Destiny. However, it declined earlier than the Church of Destiny, and many of the cities it once controlled were incorporated into other churches, leaving only this one parish.
However, this parish is still very large, about the size of two or three Kao cities, or rather, a large city, under the unified jurisdiction of the Dark Night Cult.
According to the map, the Dark Night Parish is roughly circular, with Lunsi Port on the outermost circle. They hired a carriage and headed towards Lunsi Port.
Recalling the information I had learned before, the Church of the Night worships the Son of Night, Monbo, who is depicted as a little boy. At night, he would pour a bag full of stars onto the sky and then transform into the moon to play with the stars.
Therefore, most of the buildings here are black, and the roofs are decorated with moon or star symbols, creating a unique architectural style. Combined with the atmosphere of the Dark Parish, it attracts many tourists.
They arrived at the port of Lunsi, but to their dismay, the port was quite large, with numerous shops and hotels, and boats of all sizes docked there. Even in the evening, people were still coming and going in an endless stream.
"He didn't say a specific location either, so where are we supposed to find him?" Patrick asked, looking at the shimmering Lunsey River, puzzled.
“Let’s walk around, he should be able to spot us,” Phil Gray said, as he started wandering around.
"Please follow me, gentlemen!" A moment later, someone walked up to them, dressed in black, and was not very noticeable in the background.
"Did Master George send you?" Phil Gray asked.
"Yes."
The man nodded, signaling them to follow.
They followed him to the inn closest to the river. "The young master is inside."
Upon reaching the third floor and pushing open the carved wooden door, one sees George sitting on the sofa, holding a blonde woman in his arms, with fine wine and food on the table.
Upon seeing Phil Gray and the others enter, he smiled and said:
"I'm really sorry, but this is the best way I can think of to get rid of them, otherwise they will chase me down like ants in swarms."
I know a few exceptionally capable individuals who are no match for me, but constantly dealing with them is exhausting just thinking about it.
He swirled the wine in his glass and said with some emotion.
"Are the people chasing you from the Third Order of Puna?" Phil Gray asked.
“Ah, yes, but that’s my secret. You all just need to protect my safety. But I have some manpower on my side. If we can’t win, I’ll ask you for help.” George clapped his hands, and five or six people in black appeared behind him.
They all possessed divine power fluctuations and were favored by the gods, but it was impossible to determine which god favored them.
"Shall we set off from here tomorrow?" Phil Gray asked again.
“Oh, the scenery here is beautiful, isn’t it? Why don’t you all stay here for a few days? Well… I have some things to take care of here, which may take three or four days,” George said with a smile.
"We have no objection, it's up to you."
George arranged rooms for them with river-facing windows offering views of the harbor, which pleased them quite a bit.
"We were worried about whether he was dead or not, but he's here embracing beautiful women and drinking fine wine." Patrick was almost laughing in anger.
“He has people protecting him, so he probably thinks he doesn’t need us, since we were all hired by the Church of Life to be imposed on him.”
Phil Gray smiled and shook his head.
"Whatever. As long as we get to our destination with him, we'll have completed our mission and can collect our 1,000 gold coin reward," Eli said, admiring the scenery outside.
As night deepened, the entire port area fell asleep.
A thin mist spread across the river, and a small boat sailed from the hazy distance toward the shore.
It's so quiet here you can hear your own breathing.
"Where am I?" Phil Gray looked at the approaching ship as if he were seeing a monster about to strike, a sense of panic and unease spreading through his heart.
Didn't he just go to sleep?
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