I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

After drifting on the sea for another day, Phil Gray summoned Frank again and caught a few octopuses while sitting on the back of the white shark.

"That's, oh my god, why is that guy on the back of a white shark!"

"Really? Let me see..."

"Is that a person? What's next to him?"

Phil Gray left behind three medium-sized passenger ships. The passengers who were sitting by the windows watching the scenery were all amazed and curious about the man who used a white shark as a mount.

"I have to become invisible. It seems that you are heading in the right direction. There are indeed more and more ships around here." Frank floated beside him and his body slowly disappeared.

"Mr. Frank?"

"Well, I can still communicate with you."

"We'll be there soon. I can already see the outline of the island."

The white shark increased its speed and rushed towards the continuous islands.

"Let's find a deserted corner and go ashore," suggested Phil Gray.

They went far away from where the ships were anchored and found a deserted coast.

"Okay, your mission is accomplished." Phil Gray touched the white shark's head, jumped gently, and jumped onto the beach.

Frank's figure appeared again. He smiled, and a black light emerged from his palm. The white shark's chaotic eyes cleared up. It bared its teeth at the man and the ghost on the shore in the sea, and slapped the waves angrily, but it could do nothing to them and could only leave.

"See you later, little shark."

Frank laughed.

This is Malu Island.

Phil Gray had a sense of unreality. He thought they would be able to set foot on the island soon and find Patrick, but he did not expect to experience a series of events during the journey.

Next time before setting off, I must pray to Monya, the patron saint of travelers.

Malu Island is a large island in the Kolo Islands, which also includes some small islands around it. Further south is another island in the Kolo Islands, Laninte Island, which is rich in a precious spice.

As for the pirate island of Vann Island that Captain Jeremy, who disappeared a year ago, was heading for, it was further south, approximately in the southwest direction.

Phil Gray looked from afar. Dense jungle blocked his view and he could hear birds singing from inside. He felt the vigorous vitality of this island.

Compared with the houses that can be seen everywhere in the western continent, this island is full of natural scenery.

"How can I find those people who are selling tobacco?" He frowned and thought. Now, maybe he could find some clues by asking the residents on the island.

If I had known this earlier, I would have made a map of the island in advance.

After walking for about half an hour, he heard the sound of beating and scolding. It was obviously different from the common language of the Western Continent and should be the local dialect.

He stood under an oak tree, paying close attention to what was happening over there.

"Huh? Can you understand the natives of this place? I can. All languages ​​in the world have certain rules. Although I have never been to this island, I have studied it when I was in the Light of Wisdom." Frank looked at Phil Gray, as if waiting for him to ask him to translate.

Phil Gray smiled and said, "I can understand it. I have studied it."

With the golden finger given by the God of Destiny, he can understand all the languages ​​and dialects in this world.

"I don't believe it. You are so young, not the Light of Wisdom, and it's your first time here. How could you possibly understand?" Frank looked at him as if he was bragging.

"He was saying, you little kid, you're an evil star. Not only did you kill your parents, but you also had your sister kidnapped by the people from the plantation. No one cares about you anymore. Just start over and do well in your next life..."

Phil Gray's eyes suddenly flashed, he pushed aside the fallen vines and grass and rushed towards the place where the sound came from.

The boy's sobs grew weaker.

"stop!"

The Flying Blade of Destiny brushed past the man's face, leaving a trail of blood. The man touched his cheek in pain and let go of the boy.

The boy's face was flushed red and he was gasping for breath. He had never felt death was so close to him.

"Who are you? Mind your own business. It's a whore's thing!" The man looked at Phil Gray angrily and cursed at him, with jealousy in his eyes.

The man was an ordinary person and did not see the source of the flying blade. He obviously did not know the consequences of provoking a person favored by God.

His chest kept rising and falling, and Phil Gray threw out dozens of flying blades again, each of which accurately cut into the man's hands and feet. One of the flying blades seemed to have consciousness, and after the man opened his mouth in disbelief, it cut off the man's tongue.

He fell to the ground, groaning in pain, his eyes full of fear.

Phil Gray wanted to ask what was going on, but judging from the man's attitude, he didn't seem like a good person.

He looked at the boy who was hiding in fear, "Don't worry, can you tell me why he wanted to kill you?"

After he said it, he was afraid that the boy might not understand, because although he could understand the local dialect, he could not translate his own words into the dialect.

To his delight, the boy actually knew the common language of the Western Continent.

"Thank you, big brother. He is my brother-in-law. He sold my sister to Jonas's plantation. He abused me every day and wanted to kill me today..." The little boy replied with sobs, and there were several tobacco burn scars on his dirty face.

"Your brother-in-law is such a villain! How could he do this to you and your sister? Do you know where Jonas's plantation is?" Phil Gray asked in a deep voice.

The little boy replied, "It's a big tobacco plantation. It is said that the workers there were forced or trafficked there. They live in very poor conditions and are often abused."

"Is your sister okay now? Is there any way you can contact her?"

"I can't get in touch with them. I don't dare go to the plantation. I'm afraid they will capture me and make me a slave." The little boy shook his head, tears streaming down his eyes.

He didn't know whether Jonas Plantation was the plantation where Patrick and his men were captured, but if there was a possibility, he wanted to go and take a look.

Phil Gray wiped away the boy's tears. "You just saw my tricks. I am not an ordinary person. I can help you find your sister. Can you take me to the Jonas Plantation?"

The boy looked at him in surprise, and a light appeared in his tear-blurred eyes. "Really?" But he lowered his head again. "I know the general direction, but not the specific location. The village chief knows. He often contacts those people in the plantation and also sells people from the village to the plantation."

"It's okay, just take me to see your village chief." Phil Gray said in the gentlest tone possible.