"A few days? It might take about ten days," the man replied after thinking for a moment.
"So long?" Phil Gray frowned.
“Yes, this is the area of the Church of Life now. I have to go back to the area of the Church of the Dead to make purchases. It will take a long time to go back and forth. Do you think the corpses of those favored by God are everywhere?”
"Alright."
"You need to prepare some gold coins. I can get you more. See you here in ten days."
"good."
Phil Gray walked out of the trade fair, quite disappointed. He just wanted to improve his strength as soon as possible. Of the skills he currently possessed, the Eye of Fate could only be used as an auxiliary skill. To improve his combat power, he would have to rely on the Right Hand of the Dead.
But ten days is too long; who knows what might happen during those ten days.
It was late at night when he returned to the inn. There were hardly any people left in the tavern on the ground floor, but he saw Eli drinking alone there.
"Why do you look so dejected? Didn't you buy what you wanted?" Eli put down his glass and watched Phil Gray sit down opposite him.
"Did Patrick tell you that?"
"Yes, he said you went to the trade fair."
"Do you know where else you can buy things from the Chosen Ones?" Phil Gray asked.
"Take a look at this." A large piece of paper appeared out of thin air on the table in front of them, covered with dense writing. Fortunately, the other people in the tavern were all drunk and lying on the table, so they didn't notice this.
Phil Gray speculated that Eli should also have a space stone.
"What is this?" He picked up the paper; the layout felt strangely familiar. This wasn't...
“The Church of Life’s internal newspaper,” Eli replied.
I never imagined that newspapers existed in the world of Will.
Phil Gray was somewhat moved.
"The Duer City Blessed Flower Exhibition has successfully concluded, and the first place winner is...!"
The headline on the front page is like this; it seems that no matter the world, people are used to grabbing attention in this way.
The following article describes the situation at the flower show that day, with a focus on Eli, whose description is full of praise. It also mentions the unexpected events that followed and expresses apologies to those who were following the flower show.
Phil Gray chuckled. No wonder Eli collected this newspaper.
“I didn’t tell you to look at this!” Eli snatched the newspaper. “Look here.”
He was referring to a small corner on the far right.
The purchase requests are neatly arranged above.
"Buy the sap of the Tree of Life, 500 gold coins."
Buy mermaid scales for 80 gold coins.
Acquire the sacred relic of the God of Life, 100 Blue Crystals.
“If you want to buy something, you can go directly to the Church of Life’s newspaper or write to them. They will publish it for you, but it will cost a few gold coins as a handling fee,” Eli explained.
"Then, how can someone else contact me if they have it?"
"They will send the items to the newspaper, or arrange a time and place with you through the newspaper to conduct the transaction in person."
"I can't believe it's possible." Phil Gray looked at the newspaper repeatedly.
"Only people within the Church of Life can get this newspaper?"
“The newspaper is run by the pastors of the Church of Life; at the very least, one must be a believer of the God of Life or another person favored by God and recognized by the church to subscribe.” Eli yawned. “Anything else you want to ask?”
Phil Gray sighed. "In that case, what I want probably can't be published here."
"Huh? What do you want?"
"The right hand of a dead man."
"...That's true, they are very wary of these things, but aren't you a chosen one of the gods of fate?"
"Yes, but I have other uses for it."
Eli looked at him with interest, no longer sleepy. "What, do you have a special hobby?"
“No.” Phil Gray rolled his eyes at him, then continued, “How can those favored by the gods make money?”
"Well, there are many ways. In Duer City, the more formal way is to complete the tasks entrusted by the Church of Life. The Church of Life's territory is too large, and all sorts of things happen every day. The number of the Church's chosen ones is limited, so they can't handle everything. Therefore, they issue tasks to the chosen ones in the public to complete, and the rewards are quite considerable each time."
"Where do I accept the quest?"
Eli shrugged. "I'm afraid there's no way to do it now. The mission is picked up at the Cathedral of Life, but as you saw today, the cathedral is closed for a week."
"All right."
Phil Gray walked up the stairs.
"Cousin, come here." Before he could even reach his room, Patrick pulled him aside.
"You're still awake? What's wrong?"
“Cousin, now there are two more people, plus my servant, making a total of five. Lodging and food at this inn will cost money, and I’m almost out of gold coins. And look at that guy down there, he ordered a lot of expensive wine tonight, and he’s asking for twenty gold coins a month’s salary.” Patrick made a face in dissatisfaction.
"It's alright. Have you ever heard the saying, 'The wool comes from the sheep's back'? Don't worry." Phil Gray patted Patrick on the shoulder.
"Alright, when I run out of money, I'll sell myself rather than let you go hungry, cousin! I never thought that I, the extravagant young master Grey, would have a day when I have to worry about money, and that guy would call me a pauper. Fate is truly strange."
Phil Gray smiled and went back to his room.
Three days passed in a flash. During these three days, Phil Gray first went to the bookstore in the city center and bought some books about local customs and culture, including some travelogues. He still knew very little about this world. For example, he had never heard of the Tree of Life or mermaid scales mentioned in the Church of Life newspaper that day.
He went to the cemetery again, hoping to see the deceased again or to evoke the next level of the God of Death's words. After all, the God of Life's words, "They should not have such a fate," were too abstract, and he had no clue about them yet. He could only start with the God of Death. However, his trip to the cemetery again yielded no results.
Early in the morning, Phil Gray was reading in his room after breakfast.
“Cousin, Gene told me Ernest’s leg has fully healed,” Patrick shouted excitedly at the door, then knocked.
Phil Gray put down his book and opened the door. "Really? I'll go see." He remembered that when he went to see Ernest yesterday, his leg had only grown to the calf. The pain of growth had made the tough knight sweat profusely, and Patrick's eyes welled up with tears at the sight of him.
"Huh? Looks like we don't need to." Patrick said with a grin.
Phil Gray saw Ernest walking toward him, his legs straight, though he seemed a little unaccustomed to it.
He knelt on one knee and said, "Your Holiness, thank you for waking me from my despair and healing my leg. I will protect you with my life and honor!"
"Alright, get up. Have you regained your impressive strength?"
Phil Gray helped him up, and this time Ernest did not refuse.
"I've recovered somewhat, but I haven't used my skills for many years, so I'm a bit rusty. It will take time for me to fully recover."
"It's okay, take your time."
"Hey, what are you doing at the door? Hmm, not bad, not bad, it's healed in three days. You have a good constitution." Eli's room was diagonally opposite theirs. He seemed to have heard their commotion and came out.
I wonder if he heard the word "His Holiness the Pope".
"And another piece of good news, boss: the Cathedral of Life has opened ahead of schedule."
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