I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray and the invisible Frank continued to walk inside stealthily. They saw rows of small wooden cabins and large two-story wooden buildings, which should be where the slaves and managers lived.

At this moment, the place was noisy. The wooden building had been set on fire, and many barefoot slaves wearing tattered clothes were screaming.

Some pirate-like men came over, holding whips and knives, wearing white shorts and leather boots, and pushing the slaves in front of them towards somewhere.

After they left, two other pirates used their divine power to summon some sea water to put out the burning crops and houses.

Judging from the fluctuations of divine power, they were only at the listening level and could summon sea water. They should be the followers of the Goddess of the Sea. However, they did not kill all the people in the manor, nor did they destroy the environment of the manor.

These pirates seemed to be different from what he thought.

Phil Gray visited a few more places and found that the plantation had been completely occupied by pirates.

All the people on the plantation, including the owner and his men, and all the slaves on the plantation, gathered in the open tobacco field.

As for the cannon Frank mentioned, it was held in the hands of a bearded man who seemed to be a pirate leader. It was a cylindrical object inlaid with blue crystal.

Phil Gray sighed. It seemed that the artillery here was not like the ones on Earth after all, but it should be more powerful.

The pirate leader looked around with a vigilant eye and urged his pirates to keep a good look after the captives.

He was sitting in a luxurious chair with his legs lazily crossed. However, this chair did not match the pirate style. It was carved with religious symbols, as if they had stolen it from a church.

There was another young man standing next to him, wearing a black hat. He looked polite and his clothes were more in line with the style of the Western Continent.

"Patrick, will you be among those slaves?" Phil Gray muttered to himself.

But when he glanced at the captured slaves, he did not see his cousin.

However, he is a person favored by God and should not be reduced to a slave.

Phil Gray moved closer, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation again.

"who?"

"Who's there? Is there someone who slipped through the net?"

The two pirates suddenly spoke up and they found Phil Gray squatting in the grass.

The pirate leader cast his eyes over, he stood up, raised the cannon in his hand, and showed a ferocious expression, "Come out quickly, don't force me to turn you into charcoal!"

Phil Gray stood up slowly. He had put on the mask before entering the plantation, so he didn't have to worry about exposing his true identity. "Hello, I just happened to pass by. I am not the manager of this plantation, nor am I a slave. Please ignore me."

Everyone present saw him, including the owner and the slaves. They all looked at this sudden passerby in confusion.

The pirates looked incredulous.

The pirate leader snorted coldly, "Don't try to make excuses. Who would come here for nothing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of dog barking, followed by a cloud of dust and a row of hounds running towards him. Behind them were nobles and knights on horseback, with their red cloaks blowing in the wind. The noble in the front had pale skin and sunken eye sockets, but his expression was extremely arrogant.

The hounds transformed into a beam of red light and merged into the body of the leader.

Viscount Ward?

He actually came to this plantation?

Phil Gray felt a surge of joy at the same time as he saw his anger. Did this mean that the group of people selling fake tobacco were indeed from Jonas Plantation? There was no need to doubt it anymore.

When the pirates saw the intruders, they surrounded the noble and six knights in a circle with ferocious looks.

These pirates all look extremely vicious, and half of them are favored by gods. Some of them have strong divine powers and should be of eye-catching level.

Nobles and knights are like chicks that have strayed into a wolf's den.

"Damn it! How could there be pirates on this plantation!" Viscount Ward cursed. He raised his head and said calmly, "I am only here to find a group of people selling fake tobacco. I am a noble of the Kingdom of Puna. You don't want to be wanted by the officials of a kingdom, do you? Let me go and hand over those fake tobacco dealers. Then we can be considered friends."

The pirate leader laughed, "Friend? Hahaha, a passerby just showed up? Another friend has come, Peggy, your plantation is really lively?"

He pointed at Phil Gray and Viscount Ward with the hand that was not holding the cannon, and then spoke to the young man beside him.

Phil Gray suddenly realized that this young man should be the second son of the plantation owner, who had just returned a few days ago and led pirates to attack his own estate today.

The village chief said that he was selling fake tobacco, so he was most likely someone who was in the capital of the Pune Kingdom at the time, and this guy might know Patrick's whereabouts.

Viscount Ward looked in the direction the pirate leader pointed, and naturally saw Phil Gray standing in the tobacco bushes. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face, as if he was clearly asking, how is it possible for someone to come out of the Abyss of the Dead?

He rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating from smoking too much, but he found that Phil Gray was still looking at him with a smile, but this smile was filled with cold hatred.

"Brother Colin, please don't hand me over. All the money I earned this time was given to you. Besides, how can pirates and nobles be friends? The Puna Kingdom has issued a wanted warrant for you before." Page smiled awkwardly, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Of course. Am I someone who is so easily deceived? Those nobles are all like this pretty boy, looking like they are overindulging in sexual activities. We look down on such people, hahahaha..."

Colin laughed and waved his hand. A brown-haired pirate under his command picked up a long knife and quickly slashed it across the horse under Viscount Ward's crotch. The horse's four legs were instantly chopped off.

Viscount Ward was on guard and landed steadily. The knights behind him all raised their swords and shields, alert to the pirates' next move. He looked at Phil Gray with a gloomy face, and said to the pirates, "Do you really want to attack me? I am not only a noble of the Puna Kingdom, but also a member of the War Church. Why do you want to make another enemy?"

"Hahaha! Stop talking nonsense. Now that you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave? And that passerby, you all stay here and hand over all your valuables. I'll send you to a good place!" Colin stroked the cannon in his hand and looked Viscount Ward up and down as if he was looking at a little fat sheep. As for Phil Gray, he just glanced at him because he didn't look like a rich man.

"Third brother, doesn't the boss forbid us to rob other people's money at will? If she finds out, we will definitely be whipped again." The brown-haired pirate advised in a low voice.

However, the gods' favored ones present heard it clearly. After all, their bodies had been tempered by the divine power, and their hearing had also become much stronger.

Phil Gray thought to himself, it turns out that this guy is not the boss, but it doesn't matter whether he is the boss or not. Now he should find a way to find Patrick and kill Viscount Ward who caused him to fall into the abyss. He observed the overall situation calmly.

"Shut up! The eldest brother and the second brother are having a sweet time recently, so they don't have time to care about us. It will probably take several days for them to come ashore. You are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today. The money of these two guys will go into my pocket no matter what!" Colin patted his thigh and said with a smile.

"Oh? Are you going to lie to us like this?" A woman came out with a loud voice. She had red wavy hair down to her waist and was wearing a light gold tights. Her face was gorgeous but also had a bit of heroic air.

The pirates around her fell silent, staring at her quietly with awe on their faces, and beside her followed a young man, also with red hair, who looked like a perfect match for her.

Colin froze for a moment. He didn't dare look back, as if he had already foreseen his tragic end.

Phil Gray showed the same expression of disbelief as Viscount Ward just now. How could it be possible?