"Holy Sons? Oh, you've been traveling around, so you're not really aware. We currently have three Holy Sons and one Holy Daughter, all of whom are divinely inspired. Of the three Holy Sons, two are older and seem to be the district bishops of Giralga City, which is our Vatican headquarters. They've also served as bishops in other cities before, so they're quite experienced and both come from prominent families."
There is another holy son who is quite young and is said to be about to break through to the Divine Descendant level. However, his family background seems to be less than ideal. No, it's not that it's bad; he was once a descendant of an ancient family within my sect, but that entire family has been wiped out, leaving only him as the sole survivor.
Arthur took another big gulp before continuing, "As for the Holy Maiden, that's the legend here. She is the offspring of the dead and humans. Her mother was a corpse, so she was born with an affinity for the dead and was favored by the Grim Reaper. Moreover, she was really beautiful. I saw her once when I went to headquarters to study, but unfortunately she was already married. Her partner was also a powerful undead from the abyss."
"Humans and the dead can have children? And they can even become partners?"
Phil Gray was somewhat shocked and looked at Eli for confirmation.
Eli explained, "It's only a few. Now that he mentions it, I seem to remember that I had some dealings with this older sister when I was little."
"See, I told you you were children of high-ranking members of the church, didn't I? You didn't want to tell me, but how could an ordinary person have the chance to interact with the Holy Maiden? Even I, the son of a city bishop, have only had the privilege of meeting the Holy Maiden a few times." Arthur seemed to be a little tipsy, his cheeks turning rosy, making him look more alive than his pale face.
“It’s just that we live nearby,” Eli said, shrugging.
“Speaking of which, my church actually has two true holy sons and daughters,” Arthur suddenly said.
"What's the meaning?"
Phil Gray asked the question knowing the answer already.
Eli became interested and wanted to know how these people would rate him and his sister.
“Well, I heard that from my father. The current Holy Sons were chosen by the Pope and the Council of Elders, not by the gods. But more than twenty years ago, there were two Holy Sons and Holy Daughters who carried the mark of the gods. They were chosen by the God of Death himself. It’s a pity.” Arthur shook his head. “Only one like that appears every few hundred years. It’s really a shame that they are gone.”
"How could it just disappear?"
“I heard that both of them died young. Perhaps the God of Death liked them too much and took them away when they were still young. But can the God consider our Church? The Church of Dawn has two holy sons bearing the mark of the God. In this respect, aren’t we at a disadvantage?” Arthur muttered.
Eli sneered. If it weren't for those indifferent elders and their bizarre ideas, how could his sister have died because she didn't receive treatment?
The reason those people didn't save her was simply that they thought Death liked her too much and wanted to call her back to the abyss, so they couldn't disobey Death's will.
We must help her return to the embrace of the gods as soon as possible.
How ridiculous!
Phil Gray gave Eli a reassuring look, and Eli said he was fine, that he had now found a way to win back his sister and didn't want to dwell on the past anymore.
Arthur, oblivious to their commotion, said with a gossipy look, "By the way, speaking of the Holy Son of Dawn, do you know about what happened the other day? It's about how the Holy Son Dawn found turns out to be the Pope of Destiny!"
“Yeah, I know, that was really shocking.” Phil Gray pretended to be shocked as well.
Eli chimed in, "Yes, if only he were also a holy son of our Church of the Dead. I've heard rumors that he's also a chosen one of the God of Death."
“I’ve heard about it too. Apparently, it came from one of their traitorous knight commanders. But that pope didn’t demonstrate any Death’s Chosen skills, and we can’t be sure if he’s one of our gods’ chosen ones. But how can you think like that? I can’t imagine us and those guys from Dawn having the same pope.” Arthur shuddered, indicating that he didn’t understand his friend’s thinking.
Their aversion to light is innate; how easy is it to overcome?
If a follower of the dawn were to become the Pope, what would the undead holding high-ranking positions within the Church think?
"Who knows? That's not necessarily true," Phil Gray said with a half-smile.
"Haha, I'm so envious, who wouldn't want to..."
Before Arthur could finish speaking, he slammed his head on the table with a thud.
Phil Gray and Eli were startled when the landlady walked over and chuckled, "This guy's drunk again. He can't hold his liquor, but he always likes to drink. He'll probably sleep through the night."
"He's just drunk, that's good." Phil Gray was relieved. He had just thought something had happened to the kid and that he had been temporarily summoned away by the god of death.
“We’ll take him back. Do you know where the bishop lives?” Eli asked.
"I know, it's right here..."
After delivering the utterly sluggish Arthur to the bishop's doorstep, the bishop's butler took his young master back.
At this point, Arthur became a little more sober. He called out enthusiastically to his two newly acquainted friends, "You don't have a place to stay, do you? Why don't you stay at my house for the night? You can leave with the Papacy's convoy to headquarters tomorrow morning, which will be just right."
With the butler's help, he straightened his back with difficulty and patted his chest. "I'll mention you to my father in a bit. Oh, I forgot to ask, what are your names?"
"Milu." Kane's name could no longer be used; everyone knew that it was the alias of the Pope of Fate in the Dawn. Since that was the case, His Holiness the Pope could only continue to use the name of his other male servant.
That way, when these two names spread throughout the continent of Ver, the two male servants, Kane and Milu, can exchange ideas.
"Eli." Eli didn't deliberately hide his name; perhaps his return this time was intended to stir up a storm.
"Oh, I'll remember that. But the name Eli sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before? Hehehe—"
Before he could even think of it, Arthur had already fallen asleep standing up.
The butler awkwardly helped the young master up, then sent two maids to take them to the guest room.
The room was decorated in a rather gloomy style, with black curtains and sheets, and five dim white stone lamps hanging from the ceiling, casting their shadows on the floor.
Phil Gray wondered if the people living in such an environment would become gloomy.
However, judging from Arthur's performance, it is indeed impossible to judge him by common sense.
The night passed quickly, and the light of dawn was blocked by the heavy black curtains, making Phil Gray feel that it was still night, even though it was actually quite late.
Pushing open the door, the dazzling white snow covered the entire courtyard, creating a striking contrast between the pure black buildings and the pure white snow.
"Hi, my two friends, good morning." Arthur was wearing a black suit of armor, revealing a pale, eerie face.
Phil Gray found it odd that the white on his face had smeared onto his helmet, and then pointed it out.
"Oh? Sorry, cough cough, I just put on some powder. You know, the girls I teach always like fair skin, the fairer the better, so I put on some powder." Arthur scratched the back of his head sheepishly, took out a small mirror from his waist, and wiped away the marks.
“So that’s how it is.” Phil Gray said, both amused and exasperated.
Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in a black bishop's robe walked over. His face was very dignified, and he exuded a strong aura of death.
“This is my father, the bishop of our city of Catomero. Father, these two are the benefactors I told you about last night.”
Arthur said cautiously.
"Hmm." The bishop nodded, his majestic gaze sweeping over them. When he realized that Eli, at such a young age, was already at the same level as himself, a divine revelation, a hint of appreciation appeared on his face.
“Arthur already told me yesterday about participating in the selection. Have you thought it over? If you are willing, I can give you this spot. You two are indeed among the few outstanding young people I have ever met. The caravan is at the city gate, and the knight commander of my city will escort you to headquarters.”
Although they didn't know what the selection process was, only outstanding young people had the opportunity, so it probably wasn't a bad thing. They would certainly be willing to hitch a ride with the car team here.
The two nodded.
A smile appeared on the bishop's solemn face: "Praise be to death, and may you both have a safe journey."
"Praise death."
“Praise death,” Phil Gray and Eli replied.
Although I know this is a common phrase used by believers in the god of death, it sounds strange, like cursing someone.
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