Eli nodded slightly and said bitterly, "You're not mistaken. I am indeed the chosen one of the God of Death now. To be honest, I'm also very confused because before this I was the chosen one of life. As for how to save the lives of the entire city, I just took a flower, which stimulated my potential and overdrafted my future life force into divine power, which allowed me to briefly possess the divine power of a god who has been demoted."
"The one who is favored by life becomes the one who is favored by death?" Nancy raised her eyebrows in surprise, then looked at Pope Dawn.
However, Pope Dawn shook his head, "I have never seen a follower of one god transform into a follower of another god, nor has there been any record of this in the history of the continent of Ver."
Eli's expression instantly turned to disappointment. "If even you don't know, then what am I supposed to do? Am I destined to be a shameful traitor?"
“No, you have not betrayed the God of Life. You have saved tens of thousands of lives. Your and Phil’s achievements will be forever engraved on the walls of Numas. As for the reason for your conversion, perhaps you can consult the people of the Light of Wisdom. Their research on gods and their chosen ones is very in-depth, and they may be able to find the answer.” Pope Dawn pondered for a moment and said.
“Thank you. I will consult the Light of Wisdom later. Until then, I hope His Holiness the Pope will ask those present to keep this a secret.” Eli bowed slightly again.
“Of course, you are the benefactor of Dawn. Here, take this. The prophet of the Light of Wisdom and I have some connection. You can show this to him, and he will do his best to help you.” A quill pen appeared in the hand of the Pope of Dawn, which looked dazzling and quite gorgeous.
Eli took the pen and thanked him again.
After chatting for a while, discussing their experiences in various places, Pope Dawn let them leave, intending to discuss the zombie incidents in South Mili and Numas with the other elders, as well as the upcoming war.
As I walked out of the church, I saw Vincent waiting outside.
"Oh, you're finally out."
Vincent greeted him happily, then put his arm around Phil Gray's shoulder. "I'll take you to the prepared residence of the Holy Son."
"Thanks!"
Vincent had no awareness of being his competitor, even when his teacher, Elder Aubrey, began to target him, he remained enthusiastic.
Phil Gray had a certain respect for him, seeing his single-minded devotion to the Church of Dawn.
"To the left of the cathedral, past a circular wall, lies the newly built residence of the Holy Son."
The buildings in the city center are arranged in a ring, one ring surrounding another, and the Holy Son's residence is located in the second ring.
Vincent led him to the mansion that was supposedly newly built for him. There were stone pillars in the courtyard engraved with sunflower patterns. After passing through the gilded entrance hall, along the green-covered path and the long corridor shaded by wisteria, they arrived at the spacious hall.
Along the way, the servants they encountered, dressed in neat uniforms and with makeup, all bowed to them.
The ceiling was painted with images of unknown sages and divine kingdoms, and the white walls were covered with lifelike portraits of popes throughout history, making Phil Gray feel as if dozens of eyes were watching him, which made him very uncomfortable.
"This is it. If you need anything else, feel free to come find me. I live to the right of the cathedral. Also, remember to come to the banquet tonight. You're the star of the show, so don't forget."
“Of course I won’t forget. Thank you, Vincent. I hope you’ll take care of me in the future,” Phil Gray said with a smile.
After exchanging pleasantries, Vincent left, seemingly preoccupied. He told them that he had seen the strange idol that Elder Aubrey had brought back from Numas City that caused the plague, and felt that this matter was definitely not simple. Even though it had been sealed, he could still feel the terrifying power within it. However, he assured them that Pope Dawn would deal with the statue.
After Vincent left, Night jumped off his shoulder and rubbed against his leg, begging for food.
"You all check the entire mansion and the servants, and then have someone prepare some food for Nightfall," Phil Gray said, patting its little head as he addressed Eli and Ernest.
"OK."
What kind of creature is the Night? A strange beast? None of the books he had read mentioned a cat that could change size so quickly.
Phil Gray stroked Night's smooth fur, its tail standing tall and purring softly.
"Phil, Phil, do you remember me?"
In a daze, he heard a voice calling his name. Surprised, he withdrew his hand from the cat's back. The cat was talking?
The night meowed and nuzzled its head against the wall again.
No, that voice sounds familiar, it's like...
"Phil! Why won't you let me out to check? Hurry up! How long has it been! Can you hear me? That damned communication conch, I wonder if it can even reach beyond the abyss..."
Phil Gray's lips twitched slightly, somewhat speechless. It sounded like the voice of that ghost, Frank.
He must have used some kind of sacred object that could transmit his voice to him.
It has indeed been a long time since they summoned him, but now they are summoning a ghost in the City of Light, the headquarters of the Cult of Dawn?
He stood up, somewhat hesitant, but black divine power appeared in his hand. A door slowly opened, and then a shadow as swift as the wind emerged from it.
"Finally out! You've kept me waiting for so long!" Frank gave Phil Gray a resentful look, then eagerly surveyed his surroundings.
The sun's patterns were everywhere he looked, making him feel very uncomfortable.
Where is this?
“This is my residence. I apologize for keeping you waiting, but it’s really not convenient to summon you right now,” Phil Gray explained.
"Your mansion? How come you, a follower of the God of Death, decorate your room so brightly? Wait, I see, there are also so many portraits of the Popes of the Church of Dawn hanging there!?" Frank's eyes widened, and then he quickly stepped back. The surface of those portraits shone with a pale golden light, which had a great restraining effect on him.
“Well, it’s a long story. Basically, the Cult of Dawn made me their holy son…” Phil Gray answered succinctly.
“Impossible. Even if they were blind, they couldn’t possibly allow the chosen one of the God of Death to be their holy son,” Frank said in disbelief.
“Well, after spending so much time together and receiving a lot of help from you, I won’t hide it from you anymore. I can actually use the power of the Dawn God, so they think I am a chosen one of the Day Prophet. As for the more specific reason, that’s my secret.” Phil Gray said evasively. He was able to reveal this because he held Frank’s lifeline in his hands. Only he could get him out of the Abyss, so he wasn’t worried that Frank would be a threat to him.
Frank looked at him with some skepticism, not entirely convinced, but since Phil Gray had said it was a secret, he couldn't press further. However, various guesses began to form in his mind.
"Alright, what my identity is, what god's chosen one, it doesn't affect your coming to the mortal realm, does it?" Phil Gray laughed. "This is the City of Light, you certainly haven't been here since becoming a ghost, have you? Why not enjoy the scenery here?"
Frank finally lost his temper. "You summoned a ghost like me to the City of Light?"
"Didn't you ask me to summon you now?" Phil Gray asked, sounding somewhat aggrieved.
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