“Creating illusions is the ability of the Dream Cult, and I’m afraid they’re involved as well.” Ernest’s eyes flashed with a ruthless glint when he mentioned the Dream Cult.
“Cousin, I got four bottles. I wonder what this growth fluid is for?” Patrick walked over, examining the small bottles in his hand. They were currently at the entrance of the Cathedral of Life.
The merchant excitedly accepted the bottle. He hadn't expected such a gain. Although he didn't know what it was, he figured anything from a god-favored person must be a treasure.
The other believers had already left, and the cathedral had cleared out all those who came to pray, even hanging a sign at the entrance saying it would be closed for a week.
"This growth solution is actually made by combining their divine power with some special liquids. It can shorten the growth cycle of plants and small animals. A highly concentrated growth solution can make a seed flower and bear fruit in just one hour," Ernest explained.
“Oh, that’s certainly important to those who enjoy cultivating exotic plants, but it’s of little use to us,” Patrick said disappointedly.
The merchant also looked disappointed, but still carefully held it in his hands.
“Is Eli still inside?” Phil Gray asked.
"Yes, I saw him still talking to that bishop."
"Then let's wait a little longer."
Time flowed slowly until the sun gradually set in the west.
"Gentlemen, I think I should take my leave now. I have some business to attend to today. Goodbye!" The businessman gave an apologetic smile.
"Okay, Mr. Ron, goodbye!"
Phil Gray and the others watched him board the carriage.
Not long after the merchant left, Eli came out, and Patrick went up to him, "You're finally out!"
"Who are you?" Eli frowned.
"What? You're trying to renege on your debt?" Patrick asked, sounding somewhat angry.
Phil Gray pulled him behind him and removed the mask from his face.
Patrick then realized what was happening and took off his mask as well.
Eli paused for a moment when he saw it was Phil Gray and the others, then laughed, "What, afraid I'll run away?"
"No, we're here to personally pick up our teammates and give you a warm welcome to join us!" Patrick clapped excitedly.
"Of course I am not a person who goes back on his word, but if I work for you, you will have to take care of all my expenses for food, clothing, and lodging for the next five years, plus give me 20 gold coins every month."
"What?" Patrick glared at him. In the past, he would not have cared about such a small amount of gold coins, but now they didn't have that much money.
“Of course, welcome to the team.” Phil Gray smiled kindly.
Eli didn't say anything more and naturally followed behind them.
"Did the bishop give you any compensation in the end? You should have received that Flower of Destiny." Phil Gray asked casually as he rented a carriage.
“The allocation of the three flowers of destiny each year is predetermined. I am not destined to receive one this year, but he promised to give me one next year, along with thirty bottles of growth solution.”
"That's it? You should have extorted a lot from them, after all, you almost lost your life and exposed the Blood Calamity's conspiracy," Patrick said, somewhat speechlessly.
“What do you know? This bottle of growth fluid is worth 10 gold coins, and sometimes you can’t even buy it with money.” Eli gave Patrick a disdainful look.
“That only adds up to 300 gold coins…” Patrick muttered.
"Only? Do you have a lot of gold coins?" Eli asked Patrick with interest.
“I…” Patrick was speechless.
Eli then turned his gaze to Ernest, not paying much attention to the fact that he only had one leg, but wondering who the god he worshipped was. The strong divine power indicated that he was also a chosen one of the gods.
Those who share the same divine power can naturally sense each other and even judge each other's level based on the intensity of their divine power. However, if they are not followers of the same god, they can usually only sense that the other person has divine power, but cannot know which god they believe in or their level.
Of course, there are some exceptions among those favored by the gods. For example, believers of the God of Life carry a strong life force and are welcomed by most people, so they do not need to hide it.
Furthermore, the followers of the god of knowledge and wisdom are mostly scholars, and the followers of Percy, the guardian of artisans, are mostly artisans; these can be identified by their unique identities.
He spoke with a smile.
"I didn't see this person the other day."
“Oh, I forgot to introduce him. This is also someone who just joined us. His name is Ernest,” Phil Gray introduced.
"Okay, Phil, what should this poor guy's name be?"
“What bastard! I’m not a bastard!” Patrick retorted angrily.
Ernest looked at him with displeasure, clearly not because he called Patrick a poor wretch, but because he addressed His Holiness the Pope by his first name.
Phil Gray sighed helplessly. "His name is Patrick, he's my cousin. Also, because of my special status, you shouldn't call me by my name, just call me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Eli interrupted, "Boss?"
“That works too.” Phil Gray couldn’t think of any other way to address him at the moment.
Silence fell over the carriage.
Special identity? Countless thoughts flashed through Eli's mind. Phil Gray, that name does sound familiar, but where exactly? He narrowed his eyes.
They finally arrived at the inn and got off the carriage. It was almost evening, and they were starving because they hadn't eaten lunch.
When Gene saw his young master and His Holiness the Pope return, he thoughtfully ordered dinner and drinks for them.
“Look at this tavern, does it remind you of anything?” Patrick winked at Eli with a grin.
"What?" Eli wiped the table before sitting down, seemingly a bit of a germaphobe.
"You promised to return three times the amount of gold coins to that lady!"
Patrick offered a "kind" reminder.
"Of course I remember, but we'll have to wait until that lady comes to this tavern again. I don't know where she lives."
Eli took only one bite before putting down his knife and fork. "These peaceful days are probably coming to an end. The Crimson Calamity won't just strike once. This failure will only drive them to act like madmen again."
“However, that’s not something we should be thinking about,” Eli said with a laugh, playing a tune.
Phil Gray was somewhat worried. Given the current situation of the Vatican and the threat of the Bloody Calamity, what should they do?
"What's wrong, boss? Is something bothering you?" Eli crossed his legs, but then put them down again, considering it would be unbecoming of a gentleman.
Phil Gray shook his head, deciding not to tell him yet.
“Eli, do you know how to make his legs grow back?” Patrick asked Ernest, finally freeing his mouth after wolfing down his food.
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