I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Okay, come with me." The little boy wiped his tears and stumbled forward.

Phil Gray followed closely, looked back at Frank, who was smiling at him over there, then hid his figure and followed them.

After turning a winding and overgrown path, he saw some scattered huts made of palm leaves and wood in front of him. In the middle of them was an open space with a round altar and several people in sackcloth speaking there.

There were several women sitting on the ground, picking seeds of some plants.

"That's the village chief!" The little boy hid behind Phil Gray, his little hands tightly grasping the corner of his clothes.

The direction he was pointing was that of a dark-skinned old man with gray hair. He wore a metal collar around his neck inlaid with some crystals that reflected various colors in the sunlight.

There were two or three women around him, holding babies in their arms, and the babies' crying seemed to make the old man impatient.

This village doesn't look big, but there are quite a lot of people.

Phil Gray walked up, grabbed the village chief and put his hands behind his back. There was no need to be polite to a human trafficker.

The people around him looked at him with horror, and the women holding babies stepped back and screamed.

"Take me to Jonas Plantation," he said coldly.

"Hey, who are you?" The village chief asked in the local dialect, with anger on his face, "Let me go! Someone, come! Catch this outsider!"

The women looked at each other but did not dare to come forward to help.

"Aren't you ashamed of selling out your own villagers for money?" Phil Gray asked.

"What's it got to do with you! Humph, Harvey, was it you who found this person? I should have sold you to the plantation in the first place!" The village chief struggled, and when he saw the little boy, his eyes seemed as if he wanted to eat him.

"Stop scaring the kids!"

Phil Gray kicked him in the leg and the village chief groaned again.

At this moment, a dozen villagers holding farm tools rushed over from not far away. When they saw the appearance of the village chief, they were stunned.

"Help me! Help me quickly!"

The village chief winked at them.

But the villagers did not move, except for one villager who looked very wretched and wanted to attack from behind, but he was kicked by the invisible Frank and fell flat on his face.

"Damn it!" He screamed, climbed up, and rushed into the jungle without looking back.

The village chief looked at the hesitant villagers and shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Are you allowing this outsider to bully me?"

"Huh, this old guy must have sold your family members to the plantation many times, right?" Phil Gray curled the corners of his mouth. He glanced at the villagers. There was cowardice and hatred in their eyes.

One of the women holding a baby finally couldn't help herself and started crying, "Yes, he sold my fiancé to the Jonas Plantation and forced me to marry him."

The other women nodded and sobbed.

Wow, an old man has so many wives.

Phil Gray was somewhat speechless and looked at the villagers, "You let such a person be the village chief, are you his accomplices?"

The villagers shook their heads, looking angry, but they didn't know what they were afraid of and didn't dare to answer.

Another villager who looked honest said hesitantly, "We admire your courage and thank you for helping us, but we don't want to get you into trouble. You'd better run away. If the slave owners on the plantation find out, they will torture you. Harvey, come here."

He held out his hand to the little boy.

"Uncle Maltz--" Harvey ran over and grabbed the honest man's big hand tightly.

They looked at Phil Gray sincerely, but they all had the decadence and numbness that came from being oppressed for so long.

The village chief said proudly, "Even if you kill me, it will be useless. Jonas Plantation will send a new village chief. When the new village chief comes, he will be young and strong. I don't know how many people will be harmed by him."

"You also know that you are a disaster. Aren't you afraid of God's punishment?" Phil Gray kicked him to the ground.

"I'm not afraid. I don't believe in gods. I'm not a believer, so gods can't control me!" The village chief got up and wanted to escape.

"Take me to Jonas Plantation, I say it one last time, or I will skin you and throw you into the sea. I will not let you die so easily." Phil Gray threw the flying blade and cut off a piece of hair from the village chief's head.

The cold feeling of the blade passing by his scalp frightened the stubborn village chief to the point of freezing, "I...I'll take you there!"

"The people on the plantation are cruel and cunning, you have to be careful!" said the woman who spoke first worriedly. The baby in her arms started crying again, and the crying became louder and louder.

Phil Gray sighed, finding it hard to imagine their future lives. However, as he looked at the old figure limping in front of him, he knew that nothing this guy said could bring him back alive.

"Go faster!"

Phil Gray scolded coldly.

The village chief shuddered all over and quickened his pace.

"Go around this hillside and the Jonas Plantation is at the foot of the hill." The village chief said breathlessly. He was so tired that he almost rolled his eyes.

Phil Gray looked down the mountain and could vaguely see a large area of ​​lush green and an iron fence surrounding a huge manor with various crops planted inside. There were also some black spots moving around, which should be the people working inside.

"Will all the products of this plantation be sold to the Western Continent?"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, they make a lot of money and have been expanding their business, which requires a lot of labor." The village chief shook his head, looking like he knew nothing.

"How many plantations are there on Malu Island? Do you know which gangs are selling fake tobacco to the Western Continent?"

"There are many plantations on Malu Island. The big ones include Jonas Plantation, Yadren Plantation, and the God of Food Cult's plantation. As for the gangs selling fake tobacco..." The village chief's eyes flickered. "To be honest, there are many small gangs that use the name of the island to sell fake tobacco. But I heard that the second son of the owner of Jonas Plantation has been secretly selling fake tobacco to make money because he is dissatisfied with the candidate for the next owner. He just came back a few days ago and seems to have made a lot of money."

Phil Gray narrowed his eyes. It happened a few days ago, at about the same time, and it seemed like there was suspicion.

"Go ahead and find them, but please let me go. I promise I will never sell people to plantations again." The village chief knelt down and begged.

Phil Gray laughed and said, "Do you think I will believe you? You will definitely become even worse when you go back. You will have to pay the price for what you have done."

He threw the flying blade and cut the village chief's throat. The village chief's eyes were full of unwillingness.

After he made those choices, his fate was sealed.

Phil Gray walked down the mountain. He had to explore the plantation first.