These four sea goddess attendants were very familiar with the underwater city. They walked through the winding coral house alleyways and came to a wide-open flower field.
There are flower fields underwater?
However, this was not what shocked him the most. What was most amazing was that this flower field was full of flowers of destiny!
Phil Gray stared intently at the man in the center of the flower field, who wore a straw hat and a brown linen shirt and was bending over to fertilize the underwater flower of destiny.
“That’s him. He’s a chosen one of the gods of life. We didn’t prepare any food before we set off, but we didn’t want to eat the seafood here anymore. He gave us some vegetables and fruits that he had grown himself, so we got to know each other quickly,” the older sister explained.
When the man saw that someone was coming, he turned around and walked towards them.
"He is a member of the Church of Life and is very interested in all kinds of flowers and plants. The flower fields of this underwater city are more interesting to him than the legendary pirate treasure."
No matter what she said, Phil Gray just stared at the man without blinking.
The man's face was completely unfamiliar, but Phil Gray felt a strange sense of familiarity with him.
"You're here! What would you four like to eat today? I have some fresh cabbage here. It's a pity I can't cook it underwater. I'll have to wait until we get to land to let you taste my cooking. Oh, you brought friends too." Her usual enthusiasm made their eyes a little sore. The four sisters gave a wry smile and said nothing.
"Stop pretending, Victor, I know it's you." Phil Gray looked directly at the so-called chosen one of the God of Life and spoke.
"What do you mean? I don't understand what this friend is saying."
Phil Gray raised his hand, and the surging power of destiny rushed towards the sea of flowers. The divine power seemed to smash open a curtain of water, exploding with a bang. After the noise subsided, what was there was no flower field of flowers of destiny, but clearly just a field of lush seaweed.
The four sisters stared at the scene in astonishment, finding it hard to believe that it was all an illusion.
"You were responsible for the sisters' disappearance, weren't you? Making them vanish without a trace. Fate's skills were just right to do that. As for this flower, it was practically a direct message to me."
"Hahaha, that's right. I just hid their fates. It's just a small punishment. Stealing is punishable by expulsion from the church according to our rules." Victor's face quickly changed, becoming exactly like Phil Gray's. The two stood face to face, as if looking in a mirror.
The four sisters never expected that their trusted friend was the one who had made them disappear. Their expressions were incredibly complicated. The eldest sister pleaded, "We know we were wrong, and we handed over the map. You two seem to know us. Could you please bring our sisters back?"
Victor sneered, "Then let's see if you can find them. They're somewhere in this underwater city. Go find them. If you don't find them before the treasure is opened, then the four of you can live together just fine, right?"
The four sisters looked flustered and quickly began searching their surroundings.
Only Phil Gray and Victor remained, excluding the cat watching the show, of course.
"What exactly are you trying to do? From impersonating me to swindle people, to wearing the crown of the Pope of Fate, and now having a face that looks exactly like mine, what are you really up to?" Phil Gray asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.
"What do you mean by 'your identity'? What do you mean by 'your face'? Whose face is this? Dare you say it again?" Victor's lips curled into a mocking smile.
Phil Gray's pupils contracted. "So you do know. When was it? Was it on the ship?"
Victor stared at him, as if looking through him at the original Pope of Fate. "You are so different from him, not at all. He couldn't possibly not recognize me, nor could he look at me with those eyes. The moment I saw you, I knew you were not him."
"So what do you want?"
"What do I want? Hahaha, what can I do? I don't even know whether to be happy for him or sad for him. Can you imagine? A person who has never been favored by the gods has one day become the favorite of three gods! The more dazzling you are, the more you are loved by the gods, the more I grieve for you!"
“I know that he has lived in the Cathedral of Destiny since he was five years old, praying to God every day. On the day of Pentecost, he would pick the freshest flower of destiny and offer it to God at dawn. He could recite the books of destiny by heart and kept the ideas of the past popes in mind. But all these years, he has not been able to earn even a moment of God’s favor!”
Victor shook his head again and said with a wry smile, "Perhaps I should be happy for him. If he knew that he is now not only a favorite of the god of fate, but also a favorite of two other gods, how happy he would be."
Phil Gray was somewhat shaken. He suddenly had a strong desire to understand the original owner of this body and to know about his past. With that thought, he focused the power of destiny in his eyes and looked at Victor.
The river of fate began to flow slowly, and he quickly turned the pointer forward, and images of Victor's childhood appeared before his eyes.
As if knowing what Phil Gray was doing, Victor let him use the Eye of Fate, and was also drawn into that unforgettable memory.
...
Victor's mother was the second daughter of the Grey family. She was intelligent, strong-willed, and had a courage that rivaled that of men.
From the age of twelve, she became a favorite of the god of fate. At the same time, she secretly resolved to become another female pope remembered in the history of the Church of Fate. Unfortunately, fate did not grant her wish, and she failed to become pope. She left in anger on the day her brother Darcy was crowned.
However, she did not give up her obsession with the papacy. After having her son Victor, she almost obsessively took him to various cathedrals of destiny when he was only two years old, chanting various theories of destiny and hymns in his ear.
She projected her obsession with becoming pope onto her child, giving him the surname Grey and constantly brainwashing him: "You will be the next Pope of Destiny! You must hold yourself to the standards of a pope! You will definitely become pope..."
At the age of eight, Victor was sent to the headquarters of the Cult of Destiny as an orphan from a remote village. To give the church a surprise, his identity would be revealed only when he was crowned. His mother even changed his surname to Langdon, which was the surname of his father whom he had never met.
By then, he had already become a Listener-level Favored One, and amidst the exclamations of the higher-ups of Destiny, he entered the Church Academy to study.
That's also where he met Phil Gray.
Under his mother's oppression, Victor never had any playmates his own age. Every day, he sat gloomily by the academy wall, reading those books of fate that were bigger than his head. His belief in fate came entirely from the indoctrination of those books and from his mother's incessant whispers since childhood.
But he discovered people who were truly devout to their fate.
It was a little boy with blue eyes and gray hair, about the same age as him, and whose appearance gave him a very familiar feeling.
In the afternoon sunlight, the little boy placed a wooden statue of the god of fate among clusters of flowers of destiny, and then said in his childish voice, "I'm sorry, my god, I forgot to give you flowers yesterday. I'll make up for it with double the flowers today, okay?"
Then the boy sat cross-legged and began to meditate and pray devoutly.
Victor didn't pay him much attention, nor did he ever think of making friends with him. He came with a purpose; without becoming the Pope of Fate, he couldn't afford to be distracted by anything else.
But the little boy's devout faith always left a deep impression on him.
One late night, after he had just secretly met with his mother, he heard hurried footsteps and sobbing in the courtyard of the academy.
He pushed open the door and went out, where he saw the little boy bending over and searching for something on the ground.
"What's lost?"
He didn't expect to ask so easily; he usually wouldn't take the initiative to talk to people.
Before he could even feel annoyed, the little boy looked at him with his big blue eyes and said pitifully, "Victor, I lost the statue of the god! What should I do!"
Victor was startled, not expecting that the little boy knew his name.
Later he realized that there really wasn't anyone as foolish as him who didn't even know the names of his classmates; not everyone lacked the energy to pay attention to those around them.
Victor simply lowered his eyes, stretched out a finger and drew a line in the air, and then a silvery-white thread stretched from the top of the little boy's head all the way to the distance.
"Follow me, I'll take you to the statue."
Wow! Victor, you're amazing!
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