I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Chapter 269 Carriage Wreckage

Phil Gray met his gaze and smiled sarcastically: "What do you think?"

Marshall witnessed him killing the zombies and saving Rebecca, and felt that the other party was indeed not the murderer. He could only turn his head and continue to stare at the undead leader in front of him: "Why did you rush here so quickly? Someone must have informed you in advance, right!"

The team leader shook his head hurriedly, almost suffocating from being pinched by him.

The other undead knights lowered their heads and said nothing.

Marshall became even angrier. A black long sword condensed in his other hand, and it seemed that he wanted to send these knights to the abyss together.

Phil Gray finally understood what the Archbishop had said that day about the high mortality rate in cities under Marshall's rule.

"Stop! I suspect you did it yourself, otherwise why would you lie to her that there was a carriage at the door?" Of course Phil Gray couldn't just watch Marshall kill someone in front of him, so he stopped him immediately.

"What did you say? How could I let someone kill her?" Marshall let go and answered with gritted teeth, but then he realized something, "Carriage? Where is the carriage I ordered to stop here?"

He searched everywhere frantically, and the undead knights also followed suit, looking for the disappeared carriage nearby.

Phil Gray looked at Marshall's actions with some doubt. Could it be that he really didn't do it? Was there someone else behind the big zombie?

At this time, someone came out of the manor. They were an old man who looked like a butler and was wearing a black coat, and a young man who looked very similar to Marshall.

They looked at their bishop in bewilderment until they saw the dead body of the woman lying on the ground and were horrified.

"What? You all know her, right?" Phil Gray asked from the side.

"You, you are the Milu candidate?"

The young man recognized him and asked in surprise.

The butler looked at him gloomily, tapped his cane lightly on the ground, and then a black bone chain attacked Phil Gray.

Phil Gray did not dodge, but swung the Scorching Sun Sword with his backhand. The golden morning light power burst out, and the bone chain was instantly cut off, and bone fragments flew everywhere.

"What? You want to help your master kill people to silence them? Unfortunately, I'm afraid you can't do it." Phil Gray smiled at him contemptuously.

This butler's strength is indeed quite impressive, perhaps he has already reached the god level, but even if Phil Gray cannot defeat him, he will have no problem escaping by hiding in the darkness with the help of the Shadow Escape Grip.

So he was not worried at all, but instead wanted to find out the truth of the matter as soon as possible.

The butler did not answer, but was about to continue his attack. At this moment, a voice came from a distance: "Stop!"

It was Marshall who shouted. He was watching the scene from a distance with a gloomy and uncertain look in his eyes.

"Milu, didn't you ask me where the carriage is? I'll show you!"

Is there really a carriage? Phil Gray put away the Blazing Sun Sword and followed Marshall.

They walked to the high wall of a tavern not far away and saw scattered bloodstains, broken carriage wreckage of varying sizes, and of course, ten corpses neatly hung on the high wall.

The Undead Knights were also checking for traces here. The leader trembled as he stepped forward to report, "Your Excellency the Bishop, some zombie body parts are the same as those found at the gate of your manor, but the level should be divine revelation level or even higher."

The butler looked at the rows of bodies hanging on the high sentiment and said, "The third body is Captain Lucas, who was supposed to escort the man back home."

"Okay, very good, ask him what happened!" Marshall's eyes became colder.

Ask? How can you ask this when the person is dead?

Phil Gray was curious.

The butler raised his cane and pointed it at Lucas's body, which slowly floated down from the high wall. Then the butler's lips trembled and he shouted loudly, "Souls who have not gone far, come back quickly!"

The voice had a strange rhythm that made Lucas' body shake violently, and then the corpse actually opened its eyes.

"Lucas, what happened? Your team has three Divine Revelation-level and seven Notable-level members, how could they die here quietly?" the butler asked.

"Ah? Lord Marshall?" Lucas turned his head towards Marshall, his eyeballs bulging, and the blood on the fatal hole in his chest had dried. He recalled: "We were waiting at the door, and then someone came over and said that he knew about you and the princess, and asked us to follow him. We wanted to report to you immediately, but we didn't expect that he used some unknown means to trap us in a black barrier, and then he released a lot of divine revelation-level zombies. We were no match for him!"

"Hmph, you bunch of trash!" Marshall cursed angrily. Their family really had a bunch of trash in their family, as their entire army was wiped out at the gate of their own manor!

Lucas looked at him and was about to say something else, but the butler waved his cane again, and Lucas' soul seemed to be pulled out, leaving only a body in the place.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, how should this matter be handled? Your selection ceremony must not be affected in any way."

After learning the truth of the matter, the butler turned around and looked at Phil Gray and the group of undead knights with a grim look.

At this point, in order to cover up the relationship between the bishop and the princess, as well as the princess' death, everyone present today must die!

Sending them to the abyss early can be considered a good deed.

"Bishop Marshall, I now believe that it was not you who killed Princess Rebecca, so I advise you not to try to cover up this matter by silencing people. You can kill these people in the open, but can you kill the mastermind behind the scenes?

"No matter how you handle it, I believe that tomorrow the story between you and Princess Rebecca will be spread widely by the people behind the scenes. We can still testify for you, at least to prove that you didn't kill her." Phil Gray continued.

"And if you kill us, don't the elders have the same method as your butler to make the soul speak? Then it will increase your suspicion. It's okay for a little maid to die, but now the one who died is the princess of the Lemo Empire, the only daughter of Emperor Lemo. Do you think he will allow a candidate who might kill his daughter to become Pope?"

Phil Gray chuckled again: "Don't underestimate the power of an empire."

Marshall angrily slapped the high wall of the tavern, the wall cracked, and the corpses fell down one after another.

"What do you want?"

Phil Gray shook his head. "I don't want to do anything. I'm here tonight just to track down the source of these zombies. If you also want to find out who killed Princess Rebecca, we can work together. I'm not interested in the rest."

Marshall's brows were almost knitted into the shape of a "川" character. After a long while, he nodded, "Okay... If you find relevant clues and tell me in time, I can let you go without pursuing the matter of breaking into my mansion tonight."

He raised his head and glanced at Phil Gray threateningly, "It is very rude to break into someone else's house at night, so please be careful, Saint Milu."

After saying that, he left with the butler, and took Rebecca's body away. The undead knights on the side did not dare to step forward to stop them.

The gates of the manor were tightly closed, but the lights would remain on all night.

The leader of the Undead Knights breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and bowed to Phil Gray to express his gratitude:

"Thank you, Saint Milu. Otherwise, we would have to report this to the Archbishop after we die."

The other undead knights also looked at him with gratitude.

Phil Gray smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are blaming me in your heart for ruining your plan?"

The leader of the Undead Knights was startled and laughed, "No, we don't understand what you are talking about."

"Which saint asked you to show up here on time tonight?" Phil Gray stroked his chin, "Who is your master? He should have planned to let you die directly at the hands of Marshall, right? Anyway, you don't mind going to the abyss so soon, and then when the rumor spreads that Marshall had an affair with the imperial princess and killed the princess, let someone summon your souls to testify. The fact that you saw the princess's body with your own eyes and were silenced by Marshall is almost ironclad evidence. By then..."

"Ah, are you kidding? Don't say that. We are all loyal to the archbishop and the captain. We have no personal relationship with any of the Sons of God. Your guess is too far-fetched." The team leader hastily retorted, but Phil Gray clearly saw the guilt and panic in his eyes. He knew that even if he didn't guess all the truth, he was almost right.

"Really? I'm overthinking it, but I have something else to talk to you about." Phil Gray stepped forward and patted his shoulder. "Let your men report to the archbishop first, and you come with me."

"What? Please don't make things difficult for us. It's still a long way from dawn. After reporting, I still have to lead them to continue patrolling..."