I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Whose breath?

Phil Gray looked puzzled. Apart from the strong smell of death, was there any other smell on him?

The facilities at Gold Coin No. 3 are very complete, and it’s not been a long time since he last showered.

But subconsciously, he raised his arm and put it close to his nose, but he didn't smell any strange smell.

"Huh? The source of the breath is on your wrist?" The owner's figure solidified again. He frowned and looked at Phil Gray's right hand.

"Wrist? Do you mean this bracelet?" Phil Gray showed the bracelet to the homeowner. The blue space stone was sparkling, as sparkling as his ice-blue eyes. A hint of excitement surged in his heart. Could it be that this homeowner knew Wilde?

"So that's it, it's this...where did you get your bracelet?" asked the homeowner, his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

Phil Gray did not answer him directly, but asked, "Do you know the owner of this bracelet?"

"Who doesn't know him? He's a knight." The owner of the house slowly looked Phil Gray up and down, then sat down in the rocking chair, but his eyes were still on his bracelet, as if he was attracted by an invisible force.

"Yes, he is indeed a knight, so there is no problem. He gave me this bracelet." Phil Gray didn't expect that Wilde had acquaintances in the Abyss of the Dead. Or, after being killed by Valk that day, he chose to stay in the Abyss of the Dead and later got to know the owner of this house?

It is very likely that Wilder is the one favored by the God of Death.

Does that mean that I can see him before leaving the abyss? Thank him for saving me?

But what about the strange behavior of the owner when he smelled the scent just now? It doesn't seem as simple as just knowing each other.

After thinking for a moment, Phil Gray asked, "Do you know where he is? I want to see him."

"He gave it to you? You still want to see him?" The owner stood up again with a strange look on his face.

"what happened?"

"Do you know what you are wearing on your hand? Have you ever actually used it?" The owner of the house snorted coldly, and his words made Phil Gray even more confused.

"Isn't this the Space Stone?"

Although the space inside was much larger than that of an ordinary space stone, he had used it for several months and placed his gloves, gold coins, and several books in it, but did not find anything unusual.

"Hahaha, this is not a space stone, it's the Holy Stone of Death, which has the function of space. You are so stupid. You only used the most insignificant point of such a precious thing." The owner of the house shook his head and sneered.

Deathly Hallows?

What is that? Phil Gray clenched his fists, looked at the bracelet in disbelief, and looked at the owner with some caution.

"Don't worry, since he gave the Holy Stone of Death to you, how dare I snatch it? Even if the lord of Wangu City comes, he won't dare to snatch the things he gives away." The owner of the house smiled and looked at him again. His eyes were mixed with envy and indignation for his waste of gifts, but there was not a trace of greed.

"Isn't he a knight? Are you so...scared of him?"

Phil Gray felt something was wrong. Even if Wilder had come to the Abyss three or four months ago, it was impossible for a ghost owner who was at least a notable person to be so secretive so quickly, right? Not to mention the Deathly Holy Stone, which sounded very powerful.

Is there any misunderstanding here?

"Haha, it's not that I'm afraid of him, it's that all the undead in the North Territory are afraid of him, oh, except for our Northern Territory monarch, but the Northern Territory monarch will not go against him." The owner of the house laughed, "I don't know why he would give you a human death stone, and from what you said, you don't know his identity. Were you led into the abyss by him? No wonder you dare to walk into my resting house so brazenly, you are really ignorant and fearless."

"I really don't know his identity, but he is very friendly to me and I truly consider him a friend, so I want to meet him..." Phil Gray said sincerely, omitting some details.

It seems that Wilder may not be as simple as he appears. Maybe he has some other identity in this abyss of the dead? Or maybe this Death Stone was given to him by someone else?

“Well, okay, for his sake, I can tell you some uses of the Holy Stone of Death. If you see him next time, please ask him for something on my behalf.” The owner of the house fumbled around in the wooden house, then pulled something, and the whole house instantly became bright.

The sudden light almost blinded Phil Gray. He slowly got used to the long-lost light, and the full picture of the house was revealed. There was still a wooden board with the skull near the door, but there was a bed inside with a cotton mattress that looked extremely soft. There was a long cabinet against the wall, and a rocking chair that looked quite old.

A ghost needs a bed?

Looking at the object that illuminates the entire room, it is the white stone lamp commonly used in the world of Weir. It has a simple glass cover and white stone with special materials added inside that can burn and glow for a long time.

Phil Gray was a little surprised that something from the human world would appear here. If you ignore the ghost owner floating in front of him and the skeleton lying at the door, the resting house would be just like an ordinary hut in the human world.

"According to legend, the Holy Stone of Death is the remains of the first generation of followers of the God of Death who failed to ascend from quasi-god to sub-god. It contains quasi-god-level divine power. For a follower of the Remarkable level like you, it is like an endless ocean of divine power. Before you become a quasi-god, you never have to worry about running out of divine power!" The owner of the house said excitedly, and then looked at Phil Gray with even more jealous eyes. "To be honest, if the Holy Stone of Death did not have the aura of that person, I would definitely try my best to snatch it from you."

Phil Gray swallowed and felt that the bracelet on his hand had become heavier. Oh my God, it was almost an inexhaustible divine power. Was this a joke?

Who is Wilder? Why would he give me such a precious thing?

Wait, maybe he just asked me to keep it? Was he lying to himself when he was dying so tragically? Or was he lying to Valk?

No matter what, this Holy Stone of Death is too powerful. He had not escaped Viscount Ward's conspiracy before because of the exhaustion of his divine power. Who would have thought that he was wearing a source of divine power on his hand.

"But how do I access the divine power in here? I usually use it to store things, and I don't notice anything wrong with it." Phil Gray asked.