I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Two pairs of eyes like blue gemstones looked at each other, one pair had a kind smile but revealed a bit of arrogance, while the other pair was solemn with a bit of surprise.

Phil Gray never expected that this impostor would actually contact him on his own initiative.

Caroline was about to say something when Eli covered her mouth. She could only look at the fake Phil who greeted them with a condemning look.

"Hello." Phil Gray curled the corners of his mouth and said the greeting calmly.

"I just noticed that this lady threw the flowers I gave her on the ground. Did I do something to annoy her?" Fake Phil showed a distressed expression. "I'm really not good at communicating with women, but as a believer in the God of Destiny, her behavior just now was really disrespectful to the god I believe in. However, since all this was caused by me, I hope the God of Destiny can forgive her unintentional mistake!"

After hearing this, Caroline's eyes widened and she looked at him angrily, but she couldn't refute because Eli covered her mouth. Although she was indeed a little disrespectful to God, wasn't it even more disrespectful to God for him to pretend to be the Pope?

Phil Gray stared straight at the man opposite him. He was indeed well disguised, and his words and actions were in line with the image of the Pope of Fate, so why on earth did he pretend to be himself?

Are there other forces behind this?

Since he has taken the initiative to come over and talk to me, why not take the opportunity to find out more? Thinking of this, Phil Gray raised his eyes and asked directly, "Your name is Phil, and you believe in the God of Destiny. Could it be that you are the Pope of the Destiny Cult?"

Fake Phil was stunned for a moment. He certainly didn't expect the man in front of him to be so direct, but he quickly adjusted his expression and said solemnly, "Yes, I didn't expect you to guess it. Can you keep it a secret for me? Although the Church of Destiny is the church of the six main gods, there are many hostile forces. If my identity is known to others, I may not have a peaceful journey."

Phil Gray thought to himself, It's funny that you just say it out loud and then say we were guessing.

And you asked us to keep it a secret. After this ball, I’m afraid half of the passengers on the ship will know your identity as the “Pope”.

But he still showed surprise on his face. "Really? I didn't expect you to be so approachable. It was indeed my companion's fault just now. I apologize to you and the gods on her behalf. I hope the God of Fate will not blame her."

Fake Phil smiled and said, "The God of Fate is so kind that he won't care. Since fate has brought us together here, I will treat you all to a midnight snack."

"Mmmm." Caroline broke free from Eli's hand. Although she didn't know what Phil was planning, she wasn't so stupid as to ruin their plans. She just wanted to at least let her catch her breath.

"It's my honor." Phil Gray raised the corners of his lips and pretended to be extremely excited.

But why treat them to a midnight snack? Phil Gray's eyes darkened.

The fake Phil regained his arrogant expression and walked in front, as if the people behind him were already his followers.

Eli was trying not to laugh, but pretending to be excited, until he heard the imposter in front of him suddenly ask him, "Your divine power level is not low, and you have a strong breath of life. Are you the one favored by the God of Life?"

"Well, you really are worthy of being the Pope of the Church of Destiny. I am indeed the favored one of the God of Life. The Church of Destiny and the Church of Life have always been on good terms, and I have admired you for a long time." Eli said with a smile, but it was unknown whether this smile was a compliment or a mockery.

Caroline rolled her eyes in disdain from behind and followed them, lifting her skirt.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the generous fake Phil booked a private box for them.

Exquisite silver plates were placed on the round table. The servants brought out rich delicacies one after another, and the fake Phil took out two exquisite wine pots from the space stone. "This is the specialty of the Destiny Cult. It is a wine brewed from the flower of destiny. It has a mellow taste. I am very happy to be friends with you. I am traveling abroad now. You don't have to care about my identity. Please enjoy it to your heart's content."

"Okay." Eli poured a glass for the boss first, which attracted the fake Phil's surprised look. He quickly explained, "Your Holiness, please forgive my impoliteness. I am used to taking care of the young master's daily life. I should pour you a glass of wine first."

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

The fake Phil looked Phil Gray up and down again. He had just seen that this person was the core figure among them, so he talked to him first, even though the other man and woman were both favored by God and he was an ordinary person.

"Okay." Eli naturally poured a glass for himself and Caroline, then returned the jug to him.

The fake Phil's expression looked unnatural for a moment, but he quickly returned to his dignified and kind smile.

"How is it? Is this wine better than the ones you drank before?" Eli asked the person next to him with a smile.

Phil Gray knew that he was asking whether the wine was genuine. Logically, as the real Pope, he should know, but he had not been in the Church of Destiny for a long time and had never drunk this wine.

He picked up the cup and sniffed it. It smelled the same as the cake he had eaten when he first arrived. The ingredient was definitely the flower of destiny, but it was unknown whether it was also poisonous.

"What's wrong? Don't you like drinking?" Fake Phil raised the cup, drank it all, and then closed his eyes. "Every time I drink the wine brewed by the Flower of Destiny, I can feel the eyes of God resting on me. I really enjoy this feeling. Although sometimes the power to spy on or even manipulate the fate of others does not bring happiness, but makes me sad for some of their tragic experiences."

Eli raised his eyebrows, somewhat curious about what this "Pope" wanted to express.

"I am the Pope of the Church of Destiny, the agent of God in the world. I always hope to use my power to change some unfair fates, so that poor civilians can one day get the food, clothes, and shelter that the nobles can reach, so that wanderers can get rid of their wandering journey, and let peace replace war!"

Fake Phil said passionately, but then said rather "embarrassedly," "I lost my composure. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"No, no, we've heard of your kindness a long time ago." Phil Gray said dryly, without any fluctuation in his tone.

Fake Phil chuckled and continued, "One of the reasons why I travel is to witness the ups and downs of many fortunes, and to help those who are at the bottom of their fortunes return to the top when necessary. I know you must have some unsatisfactory things, right? Why don't you tell me about it? Since the gods allow us to dine at the same table, I am happy to help you."

Help them change their destiny?

Phil Gray was somewhat curious about the real purpose of this impostor. He pretended to be the Pope and gave such a generous speech. Was it just for this?