Under the siege of several divinely favored individuals, the young man was ultimately outnumbered and was soon to be defeated.
His lips moved slightly, and a pair of golden wings suddenly appeared on his back. Although he did not take flight, his speed suddenly increased, leaving afterimages beneath his feet, and he quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
"His escape skills are really good," Phil Gray thought, "I wish I could get my hands on him someday."
“Chase—” A cold glint flashed in George’s eyes.
The servants rushed out and chased after the place where the young man had disappeared.
The tables and chairs on the ground floor of the hotel were almost completely burned. When Phil Gray saw his companions who had come out to watch the commotion, he quickly called them to help put out the fire.
Fortunately, the fire did not spread to the upper floors.
George stood on the stairs with a gloomy expression, seemingly lost in thought, before turning back into the house.
After helping the hotel owner tidy up a bit, they gathered at the entrance.
"Cousin, what just happened?" Patrick asked quietly.
Phil Gray laughed and told them everything that had just happened.
"Haha, that's great. Let them fight. We'll stay hidden in the shadows."
Eli looked at the still messy hotel, and he was a little disgusted by the dust that the owner had brought up while cleaning the floor. "Let's go check out the fish and chips shop that George mentioned."
"I agree."
“Okay, but we need to leave someone to monitor George. We need to know his next move,” Phil Gray said.
Seeing Patrick's excitement at wanting to go out and Eli's annoyed expression, Ernest took on the task.
Porto de la République is especially lively during the day, with the aroma of delicious food filling the streets.
"That must be the fish and chips shop he was talking about!" Patrick said, pointing to a shop with a line that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Phil Gray looked over and saw that the shop's sign featured golden ears of wheat—wasn't that the symbol of the God of Cookery?
"Looks like it's a restaurant opened by the Food God Cult in the Dark Night Parish. No wonder there are so many people."
“There are so many people, do we have to join the queue?” Phil Gray asked.
“Of course.” Patrick excitedly squeezed in. “Cousin, you guys wait over there.”
“Okay.” Phil Gray and Eli walked to a secluded corner where the sunlight cast a shadow.
"What do you think of our partner Ernest's attitude towards his father's illegitimate son?" Eli asked with interest. "He's been as silent as ever on the way, making it impossible to read his true thoughts."
"You guessed he was the Duke of Surrey's son?"
“Yeah, you’ve all made it so obvious, I’m not stupid,” Eli snorted.
"I don't know. He probably treats George like a stranger, neither hating nor liking him."
“That’s not necessarily true. I didn’t see any change in his expression when George faked his death, but it’s possible that he hid it in his heart. Some people value blood ties a lot, while others hate those illegitimate children who suddenly appear. Who knows?” Eli shrugged.
"However, he seems to value his sister highly. The day we suspected that his sister had sent an assassin, he denied it so vehemently."
"Well, but to stop George from rebelling, we'll have to expose his plot and sabotage his plans. Then we'll have to fight each other."
“If George hadn’t done anything else to harm others in order to rebel, I might have spared his half-brother’s life for Ernest’s sake.” Phil Gray looked toward the fish and chips shop.
“Hahaha, but how do you know Ernest isn’t the one who most wants George dead?” Eli laughed heartily.
Phil Gray was exasperated; he hadn't expected Eli to care so much about his companion's feelings.
Someone walked over and stood next to them, seemingly to lean against the wall and rest for a while; it was an old man and a young man.
The old man was wearing a black robe with a huge moon painted on the back. He had short, curly hair in alternating white and brown, and his brows were furrowed.
"It's been almost a month, and there's still no progress. Plus, I've had another strange dream." The boy sighed deeply, his tone filled with frustration. He was dressed in neat silk clothes, and his green eyes were on a face covered in pockmarks.
"The dream is relatively easy to deal with. It has been preliminarily determined that it was done by the followers of the Goddess of Dreams and the followers of the God of Death. We don't know what their conspiracy is, but from the current perspective, those who enter the dream have not been harmed."
The old man guessed again, "It might be that a few followers of these two churches are fulfilling the prophecy of God. You know the special nature of the prophecy. Several major churches have regulations that allow the use of skills within a certain range to fulfill the prophecy, as long as it does not cause harm to anyone."
"That's not necessarily true. They have had a huge impact on the mental state of the residents of Lunsi Port and are definitely not good people."
"Oh, right, Grandpa, I heard that the Holy Son of the Cult of Dawn is coming to our Dark Night Parish. Can we ask him for help? Aren't the followers of the Day Prophet the best at dealing with the undead? We're really short-handed, so we can ask him to help us investigate the girl's disappearance. Maybe he has a solution." The boy's eyes gleamed with excitement as he spoke.
Phil Gray and Eli listened quietly. It turned out that the young man from the Church of Dawn who came to find him was actually the Holy Son. He did need to inform the Church of Darkness before he could reach the Darkness Diocese.
"Alas, back then, our church and the Church of Dawn were equally powerful churches, even surpassing them. Now we only have this small parish, and we even have to ask them for help," the old man said with a sigh.
"Grandpa, we're used to it. The era you mentioned where we were on par with them dates back a thousand years," the boy said with a grin.
"Yes, but we've spent our whole lives wondering, has the Child of Night truly abandoned us? Why are there no more of His miracles?" The old man looked at the star and moon symbol on the black house, his eyes welling up with tears.
A moment of silence fell.
Have the Children of Night also vanished? Like the God of Destiny? Were they also suspected of abandoning their followers?
Hearing this, Phil Gray was somewhat puzzled. The Children of the Night disappeared a thousand years ago, leading to the decline of the Church of the Night. Patrick had mentioned that about two hundred years ago, the God of Destiny had not been able to successfully descend again, which also caused the decline of the Church of Destiny.
What is the connection between these two deities? Why do they no longer descend to earth? Are there any other deities in this situation?
A series of questions arose in Phil Gray's mind.
Just then, another person ran over, breaking the silence in the corner. He said breathlessly to the old man leaning against the wall, "Bishop Eugene, a young man has come to the church. He says he's from the Church of Dawn."
"The Holy Son has arrived so quickly! Let's hurry!" The boy tugged at his grandfather's sleeve and walked forward.
No, he arrived a long time ago and almost burned down an inn in Port-Lonsie, Phil Gray thought to himself.
"I wonder if that Holy Son will team up with the Dark Night Cult to come looking for you. You've really gotten Young Master George into big trouble. What if you ruin his important plans?" Eli laughed and winked at Phil Gray.
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