When George was tied to the gallows, the entire city's population packed the square.
A once-famous nobleman of the capital is now a prisoner about to be hanged.
All of this stemmed from his own greed and disregard for life.
The king did not attend the ceremony, and the princess fainted from grief.
"Your knight isn't here. Did he go to the Duke's mansion?" Glenn asked with a smile.
He had already guessed Ernest's identity.
“Yes, Elder, I think we’ll have to stay here for a few more days,” Phil Gray replied.
Family ties were even more precious to the knight who had wasted half his life, and he wanted to stay there for a few days so that Ernest could spend more time with his father.
"As for Elder Glen and Holy Son Vincent, if you are in a hurry to go back and deal with church affairs, you can leave first, and we will meet up later."
After a moment of contemplation, Glenn said, “Considering the time it takes to travel to the Eastern Continent, I’ll give you two months. If you haven’t reached the Dawn Holy See by then, we’ll have to invite the Pope to come and greet you personally.”
There were indeed many things waiting for him to deal with within the Dawn Church, and according to the information they exchanged, the matter in Duer City was also related to the Dream God Cult's creation of monsters, which had to be reported to the Holy See, otherwise he would have to wait until Phil Gray left together.
Phil Gray thought to himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "This is truly a matter of necessity."
Just as the executioner was about to give the order to hang George, Phil Gray suddenly remembered something and said apologetically to Glenn, "I suddenly have a stomachache. You guys stay here and watch the execution. I'll leave for a bit."
Glen nodded, his gaze returning to George, who stood ashen-faced in the square.
Eli and Patrick were puzzled; they certainly didn't believe Phil Gray's excuse and were both curious.
Phil Gray hurriedly pushed through the crowd and hid in a secluded corner.
I almost forgot the prophecy the god of fate gave him: to save the kingdom and change George's destiny of ascending the throne.
So, with George's death, his mission should be complete.
They almost got exposed in front of Gran and the Elder of Life.
Sure enough, a white light appeared on his body, indicating that George had been hanged.
The familiar divine power flowed slowly through my body, as if I were in the embrace of a god, so warm and comforting.
His body and soul were further enhanced at this moment, and he felt his divine power was also abundant. If the divine power in his body was only enough for a small bowl in the past, it could now fill a large water vat.
"The fate of a kingdom is related to the fate of countless ordinary people. If brutality and cold-bloodedness are in power, life and kindness will only be drowned in bones and blood."
The voice of the gods also rang out at the right time, telling him that he had successfully fulfilled the gods' prophecy.
As the followers of the gods, their existence is to carry out the gods' will. Therefore, believers in life heal diseases, those who worship fate save fate, while believers in disasters and plagues create trouble.
Once the proverb is completed, one can naturally receive a reward from the gods.
Phil Gray unleashed his divine power, and a white wall appeared before him.
This time, the god bestowed upon him a defensive skill called the Wall of Fate. As long as his divine power is not exhausted, he can maintain the existence of this wall. However, the area and strength of the wall are also related to the divine power he possesses.
He retracted the wall to avoid being discovered by ordinary people, and the divine power within him returned to calm.
He's at the level of being in the spotlight now. It seems he'll be able to return to the Holy See in less than a year. Ha, the five-year agreement—they underestimated God's favor towards them.
Phil Gray felt much better and walked with lighter steps to where he had been.
"Cousin, you're back so soon?" Patrick asked in surprise. He thought his cousin had gone off to do something secret and was still keeping the two elders here.
“Of course, I’m just going to the bathroom,” Phil Gray chuckled.
“Oh.” Patrick looked disappointed.
“Alright, we have to go now,” Glenn and the Elder of Life said to them, while Vincent tossed something to Phil Gray.
"What's this?"
Before me was a sun-shaped brooch, ordinary and without any aura of divine power.
“This is the emblem of the Cult of Dawn. As a member of the cult, this is a symbol of your identity. Infusing it with divine power can also scare away some minor undead. Goodbye, my future rival!” Vincent waved to him again.
Their figures disappeared into the sea of people in the square.
“Great churches all have badges to prove their identity, that’s great. We should get one too,” Phil Gray said casually, fiddling with the brooch in his hand.
“Uh, cousin, we have them too.” Patrick took out a brooch shaped like the Flower of Destiny from his spatial stone. “The six major churches have all made their emblems into brooches.”
Okay, I guess I was just ignorant. Phil Gray sighed.
"Oh, right, I have some good news for you."
"What?" Patrick asked, looking very interested.
"I've broken through again! Now I'm a level higher than you, haha."
"Oh my god, cousin, are you perhaps the illegitimate son of a god? Ugh, I'm sorry, I'm guilty! God of fate, please forgive my slip of the tongue..."
Eli wanted to express his shock, but he just clapped. After all, he had seen this kind of thing many times during his time with his boss.
As I walked through familiar yet unfamiliar streets, childhood memories surfaced one by one, until I saw that figure leaning on a cane enter the vast manor.
It's still the same as before. Even the clematis by the door is still there, neatly arranged. It used to be my mother's favorite.
Ernest stopped at the door, hesitantly reaching out his hand as if to knock.
Suddenly, a girl's voice rang in his ears, lively and pleasant, "Who are you? What do you need?"
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