The morning light shone on the vibrant manor. Although the spring morning was still a little chilly, the warm sunshine put travelers on their way in a good mood.
"Brothers, come back and visit whenever you have time," Simona said reluctantly. She filled a box with the pastries she had made and the clothes she had ordered and placed it at the entrance of the manor.
She knew that they had space stones that could be used by those favored by the gods, so she prepared as many things as possible.
"Okay, go back and rest. You've got dark circles under your eyes." Ernest patted his sister's head. After they returned from the Mermaid Opera last night, his sister had been preparing their luggage for the journey and hadn't slept all night.
"Brother, have a safe journey!"
She waved, and Ernest said goodbye to her before getting into the carriage.
Two strong white horses pulled the carriage away in a cloud of dust, their silhouettes gradually disappearing from sight.
The elderly Duke of Surrey, leaning on his cane, stood by the window on the top floor, watching them leave, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.
"My lord, news has come from the palace that Princess Sani was murdered last night. Her death was gruesome. His Majesty summons you to the palace." The old steward beside him spoke, rousing Sari from his lingering grief.
"How did you die? What use is it for His Majesty to summon me?" His eyes flashed with coldness, and a sneer appeared on his lips.
"Hmm... I heard that Her Highness's head and body were separated by a powerful force. It couldn't have been done by an ordinary person. His Majesty sent a chosen one to examine the residual divine energy fluctuations at the scene. There was the aura of the dead. It was probably done by the Church of the Dead. However, His Majesty the King doesn't believe that the princess offended the Church of the Dead. I think he still suspects you." The steward reported the information he had gathered.
Upon hearing about the princess's death, Sari sighed, a mix of emotions flashing in his eyes. He leaned on his cane and walked downstairs. "Go to the palace and see. You suspect me? I had no grudge against the princess, and I kept it a secret for her for so long."
The cold snort faded into the distance along with the sound of footsteps.
...
"The architecture here is no different from what I lived in back then. It hasn't changed much over the years," Frank said with considerable disappointment as he floated invisiblely outside the carriage. The carriage passed by magnificent manors and low-lying slums. "Sure enough, no matter who is in power or what kingdom or empire it belongs to, the nobles all know how to enjoy themselves, and the lives of the poor haven't improved in the slightest."
Phil Gray heard his voice, "Mr. Frank, don't you need to go back to the Abyss to rest?"
"No need, the abyss is nothing interesting."
"All right."
After they arrived outside the city, they bought tickets for a large train bound for the region of the plague-controllers, from where they would transfer to the Dark Night Parish.
Once on the train, they felt a long-lost sense of relaxation. Before, they had been rushing to the palace and searching for Patrick, and their minds had been constantly on edge.
Now, they were like tourists, and Phil Gray even leaned out the window to watch the scenery along the way.
Eli sat in the next cubicle, his room emitting the clinking of bottles and jars, as if someone was mixing something. Ernest sat opposite him, his eyes closed, presumably praying to God.
Frank also bought a ticket and floated listlessly in the corridor, observing the passengers around him.
The train, using some unknown method, kept sounding alarms after Frank boarded. Phil Gray had no choice but to explain to the train's manager and assure him that his spirit would not harm the passengers.
The person in charge reluctantly agreed due to the strength of this undead commander, but told them that they had to buy tickets. The reason why the Great Array has the function of detecting the undead is because its inventor, Frederick Wright, a craftsman of the Cult of Creation, specifically stated that even the dead cannot evade the ticket.
The journey was getting a bit boring. Phil Gray had already read the books in the Deathly Hallows two or three times, and suddenly he missed the games on Earth. He was thinking to himself, if he went to the Eastern Continent, he might have a chance to find...
The Creator Cult should definitely offer them some advice, ideally by creating a network throughout the world and inventing something that allows for real-time communication, so they won't have to go to great lengths to find Patrick while he's happily dating.
However, some simple card games might be a good way to pass the time.
He called over the "train attendant" and asked him to buy some cardboard and scissors from the other passengers so he could draw a deck of cards.
With three people, it would be perfect to play Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game). Phil Gray smiled and enthusiastically called Eli and Ernest over.
"You're buying paper and pens to do this? What are these things?" Eli asked curiously, resting his head on his hand.
The neglected ghost also drifted over. Even with decades of experience in the human world and hundreds of years in the abyss, he had never seen anything like it.
“This is called playing cards…” Phil Gray explained in detail, “The three of us can play… well, play against nobles. It requires two commoners and one noble. The rules are as follows…”
When it came to things related to Earth, Phil Gray went on and on, showing off the cards one by one and explaining the gameplay in detail.
Eli was eager to try, Ernest remained calm, his thoughts unreadable, while Ghost was deep in thought, his eyes gleaming with interest.
"Where did you hear about this game? I've never heard of it before," Frank asked.
Phil Gray chuckled. "I came up with this myself, is that not allowed?"
He silently apologized to the inventor of playing cards on Earth.
Phil Gray's words surprised Frank, who couldn't help but admire this amazing young man. Not only did he have a connection with the Death Knight, but he also possessed a wealth of creativity and imagination, enabling him to invent such an interesting toy in this world.
“Of course, I’m just curious,” Frank said. “So, how do we assign roles? Who will be the nobles, and who will be the commoners?”
"Look, I'll put a face-up card into all the cards. The person who draws this card will become a nobleman, and the other two will become commoners."
“How interesting! Let’s play this noble battle!” Eli rubbed his hands together.
Ernest also raised his eyes.
“Three people are enough, but what about me?” Frank suddenly thought of something and seemed a little angry, as if he hadn’t been taken into consideration.
Phil Gray apologized, "I'm sorry, I thought ghosts couldn't touch objects."
"Hmph, if I can't touch the objects, how am I supposed to help you kill the princess?"
"Alright, alright, let's play for the three of us first, and then you can take over for me in a bit, okay?" Phil Gray said helplessly.
Frank muttered, "Fine, actually I don't necessarily have to play."
Phil Gray shuffled the cards, and then the three of them took turns drawing cards, leaving three cards as the bottom cards. This time, Ernest was the one who drew the face-up card. He was somewhat surprised and couldn't believe his luck.
"Haha, the boss and I are family, Knight, don't deliberately lose to the boss, okay?" Eli said with a smile, somewhat proud of himself, because he had drawn the "trump card" that the boss had mentioned.
Ernest said "Oh," and frowned as he looked at the cards in his hand.
Phil Gray initially thought he, as a veteran, was bullying the two of them, but he was soon surprised to find that Ernest had actually beaten them!
This guy is really good at hiding his true abilities.
"Boss, I'm sorry." The knight felt embarrassed for winning against his own Pope on paper, but deliberately throwing the game would be disrespectful to the Pope.
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