I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The golden sunlight slowly shines on the sea, the feeling of fatigue is swept away, and a new day has arrived.

Phil Gray stretched and opened the curtains. The deep blue sea made him feel much more relaxed in the morning.

There are only three days left, and we will be able to land on the island soon.

Now they should go find food. Since the fat captain has allowed them to enjoy the food on the ship for free, it would be a waste not to have breakfast.

Phil Gray pushed open the door, but saw a shadow flash by. It was less than a second and he couldn't see clearly what it was.

With an extra layer of doubt in his mind, he paused for a moment, just in time to see Eli's door open.

"Good morning! I heard your door ring." Eli greeted him with a smile.

Phil Gray nodded. "There was a flash of something just now. It was very strange."

"Could it be other occupants?" Eli asked.

"That shouldn't be the case. How can the passengers go that fast?" Phil Gray suddenly missed the surveillance on Earth. The supernatural powers in this world are so strong, but there is no popular technology. It is really inconvenient.

"Is it important? Maybe it's a passenger's pet? It's just passing by, don't think about it." Eli spread his hands indifferently. In his opinion, two high-profile followers can already deal with most threats.

"Well, maybe. Let's enjoy breakfast together now?"

"Well, I wonder if I can still see that swindler." Eli smiled and stood behind him.

They walked towards the restaurant. Last night's dance had made most of the passengers drunk. At this moment when the morning light was just shining, there were not many people in the restaurant.

After enjoying a quiet breakfast, they saw Caroline who had arrived late. The lady had sleepy eyes, messy hair and a few unknown marks on her face.

"Oh, you guys got up so early. I bargained with that guy last night and finally got all the materials together. But he said there is no spiritual fire of the commander-level skeleton undead on the ship, and he would have someone deliver it." Caroline gently stirred the milk in front of her with a spoon and poured some more sugar.

"Have you thought it through when you went back? Do you really want to hand over so many precious materials to that liar?" Phil Gray asked.

"Anyway, we'll all be there when the ceremony is being arranged. He can't just take away everything in front of the three of us, right?" Caroline thought for a moment and replied.

They discussed for a while, and then saw Bernie coming over. His fat body flexibly walked to Caroline's side. He smiled and said, "Miss Caroline, the materials you asked for will be here soon. Please come with me to meet them in person now?"

He has extraordinary patience and the most enthusiastic service attitude towards big customers.

So fast? Phil Gray was a little surprised. It had only been a few hours since last night. How could they collect the spiritual fire from other places and send it here? He thought it would take at least two or three days.

"Really? Okay, I'll go check it out." Caroline was also surprised. She stood up and asked Phil Gray and Eli, "Come together. Once we get the materials, we can go directly to the other Phil to arrange the ceremony!"

They thought a small boat would come to deliver materials, but when they walked onto the open deck, they saw a huge bird flying from the sky. The bird was snow-white with a cluster of golden feathers on its head. After flying a few circles in the air, it landed steadily on the deck and then made a pleasant cry.

The sound is very clear, but the size of the creature is huge, almost as big as a human.

Bernie bent his fingers, put them in front of his mouth, and blew a few times, perfectly imitating the sound of its chirping.

The white bird raised one claw and stretched it in front of Bernie, its round pupils full of trust and intimacy.

Only then did Phil Gray notice that there was a small sky blue circle tied to the bird's claws, which he had not noticed just now.

This anklet should be made of space stone, right?

Phil Gray thought to himself.

Sure enough, a golden light flashed, and Bernie took out a black box from it.

"This is it. The spiritual fire of the commander-level skeleton undead. I don't know what you're going to use it for, young lady, but we sent people to the Church of the Dead overnight to buy it, and we asked Heavenly Gold Coin No. 3 to deliver it." Bernie handed the box to Caroline carefully, and touched the feathers of the white bird with his free hand. The soft feathers looked very good to the touch, and Phil Gray even wanted to try it.

But he was soon attracted by the black box.

I don't know what material it is made of, but it looks extremely hard. The pattern on it is several connected white skull marks, and mysterious lines cover the surface of the box.

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen this kind of spiritual fire!" Caroline opened the box, and a cluster of flames suddenly jumped out.

The dark blue color, with a gloomy aura of death, makes people who look at it feel as if a stone is pressing on their hearts, and as if they are shrouded in dark clouds, feeling depressed and unable to breathe.

"It's worthy of being the spiritual fire of a commander-level skeleton undead." The moment the spiritual fire appeared, a layer of light golden light automatically emerged on the surface of Caroline's body. This was the power of the morning light protecting her. Such automatic defense would only appear when encountering extremely dangerous undead threats. Even when Tang came to trouble her that day, it was not triggered.

“Of course, in the Abyss of the Dead, there are seven levels of undead, namely, Undead Soldier, Undead Leader, Undead General, Undead Commander, Death Lord, Death Knight, and Death Monarch. They correspond to our levels one by one. The Undead Commander is equivalent to a follower of the divine revelation level, and this spiritual fire is all of its soul power.” Eli explained.

"This gentleman is right. For skeleton-like undead, spiritual fire is equivalent to the heart and soul. It is extremely important. But as long as there are enough gold coins, Miss Caroline, we can find it for you even the spiritual fire of the Death Lord level." Bernie smiled slightly, put his hand on his chest, and said with great confidence.

Caroline stuck out her tongue. If that guy didn't need them to set up the ceremony, what would she do with the things of the Church of the Dead? The Cult of the Dawn has always disliked these things.

"Okay, let's go find that Pope Phil."

"Ok."

They walked towards the cabin, and Bernie was still interacting intimately with his white bird.

"What kind of bird was that just now?" Phil Gray asked. Following a few chirping sounds behind him, he heard the sound of wings breaking through the air and flying into the sky.

"It should be the legendary gold-bringing bird. In some stories circulated in the Commercial Church, the God of Wealth, Gods, once let them carry gold coins to poor areas. Wherever they arrive, wealth often follows. Maybe you think that these businessmen are particularly greedy now, but hundreds of years ago, the God of Wealth has always been known as the God of Generosity, and the Commercial Church often helped the poor. It's just that after several presidents, it's hard to say now..." Eli whispered as he walked.