The scales flew toward Phil Gray, who reached out and caught the scales of fate, which had shrunk to the size of a palm.
It transformed from a phantom into reality, and the river of destiny engraved on it seemed to flow, allowing one to faintly hear the sound of water. When one's gaze fell upon it, a mysterious feeling arose spontaneously, the feeling of a mortal trembling at the moment of accidentally glimpsing a corner of destiny.
"Yes, Master, I can play with you now!"
The steady scales, symbolizing fairness, began to sway, sometimes the left side higher and sometimes the right. Excited, childish voices rang out, making even the bored, dozing night lift its eyelids.
"Congratulations on your recovery. However, I am now in the City of Light and have become the Holy Son of the Cult of Dawn. I cannot let you come out at will, otherwise they will suspect my identity."
Phil Gray touched the scales and then said in a low voice.
After all, how could a holy child of the dawn carry a sacred relic of destiny?
“Oh, Master, I understand now. The Prophet of the Day also saw you? So you became His chosen one while I was asleep,” Libra said sullenly.
A hint of surprise flashed in Phil Gray's eyes. The scales didn't seem surprised that he was favored by several gods. Did it know something?
Thinking of this, he stared intently at the scales. "Xiao Tian, do you know why I became the chosen one of the God of Destiny and then the chosen one of the Prophet of the Day? As far as I know, no one can be the chosen one of two gods at the same time."
The left pan of the scale, which had been tilted upwards, suddenly dropped, and the whole body fell silent, as if trying to diminish its presence.
Then he said hesitantly, "Huh? I... I've been trapped in the Eternal Space ever since I left the gods, I don't understand these things!"
"All right."
What is it hiding?
Phil Gray remained silent for a moment. Seeing its resistant attitude, he didn't press further. He figured he would find out the answer eventually.
After washing up, he glanced at the dazzling sunlight. The fatigue of the past few days had vanished. But now, it seemed quite late. He hadn't expected to sleep until noon. It seemed that the Pope of Dawn was going to announce a purge order today. He wondered how it was going.
Seeing that he was no longer paying attention to him, Tianping secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then excitedly flew towards its master who was about to open the door, and settled in the master's soul.
"Master, is it okay for me to talk to you like this? I really enjoy chatting with you."
Xiao Tian's voice appeared in my mind, and Phil Gray smiled, "Okay, but don't be too noisy."
He just said it casually; after all, a Holy Spirit shouldn't be that talkative.
But he was wrong. Before he found Eli and Ernest sparring in the yard, the scales chattered in his head nonstop, either criticizing the passing servants or making a fuss about the flowers and plants in the yard.
This was after he had given prior instructions.
After finally seeing his two companions, he said in a low voice, "Be quiet for a while from now on. I have important things to do and don't want to get distracted. I'll play with you properly later."
"oh."
The scales responded, and Phil Gray breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his mind finally clear.
"Awake? Boss, my combat power has skyrocketed!" Eli manipulated a row of skeletons and fought against Ernest, who was holding a longsword. The two were evenly matched, and Eli even had a slight advantage.
However, his control over the undead was clearly very clumsy.
Phil Gray chuckled and said, "You're a level above Ernest now, a Prophecy level and he's evenly matched with a Focus level?"
Eli raised an eyebrow and retorted, "I'm just not used to it! These hands of mine are supposed to manipulate flowers, but now they've become these undead, tsk."
“It’s alright, take your time. I also realized my lack of combat experience before. During this time in Dawn, I want to learn some combat techniques from Ernest, otherwise, having all that divine power and skill will be hard to utilize. Also, perhaps we could go and take a look at the church academy in Dawn that you mentioned.” Phil Gray said, looking at the servants diligently sweeping the courtyard, then turning his gaze back to his companion, a smile appearing in his eyes, “We can finally have some peaceful days.”
Eli smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true. You've forgotten, the war on the continent of Ver is about to begin, and Dawn is an important party in it. This morning, the butler said that Pope Dawn asked you to go to the cathedral after you woke up. I guess it's about the extermination of the plague-controllers."
"Oh? Then it shouldn't be too late for me to go now, right?"
Phil Gray glanced at the sun, which was directly overhead, and muttered, "Maybe I can get a free lunch with the Pope."
Eli and Ernest, who had sheathed his sword, followed with smiles.
...
Stepping into the sky church, the atmosphere didn't quite feel like the kind of place where you could get a free meal.
Pope Dawn looked solemn as he glanced at the scattered paper documents on the round table.
The elders sitting beside him were making a noisy commotion, and it was unclear what they were discussing.
They fell silent for a moment upon seeing the arrival of the new Holy Son, before smiling and greeting him.
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"
After bowing, Phil Gray sat down in a chair to the side.
Pope Dawn first inquired whether he was satisfied with the Holy Son's residence and Dawn's daily life, and only after receiving an affirmative answer did he speak in a deep voice:
"As expected, after the order to exterminate them was issued, the Church of Life, the Church of the God of Food, and the Church of the God of Destiny were the first to respond and will soon send representatives to discuss the specifics. However, not only did the Church of War and the Church of Death not reply, but some other churches, such as Eternity and Dark Night, also did not reply. I wonder if there are any changes in the situation."
Phil Gray was slightly taken aback. The Church of Destiny would send representatives?
Who could it be?
He suppressed his racing heart and analyzed, "They all have their own plans, and may be observing the situation. However, since so many powerful churches have joined our church, they probably won't stand against us and help those who harm others."
“The Holy Son is right. Let’s wait a little longer. There’s no need to rush. Forcing them to make a statement now might backfire,” Elder Nancy agreed.
"Yes, no matter what, Dawn's actions will not change. Last night, I notified all the cities within Dawn's territory to close all the city gates before the extermination order was issued, and to screen for suspected plague creators, blood-red calamities, and disease worshippers. We will also be on high alert afterward. As long as it is within Dawn's territory, we will never allow these followers to exist again. The nine knightly orders of Dawn have also been dispatched to the plague creator parish overnight. What happens to other churches is not important. We, Dawn, will take the lead!"
The Pope's voice was firm and authoritative, and the other elders nodded in agreement.
Phil Gray sighed inwardly; sure enough, the days ahead would be anything but peaceful.
As the Son of Dawn, what role will the Pope assign him in this war?
And the Cult of Destiny will send people soon? A sense of anticipation suddenly arose in his heart. How interesting.
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