I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The light of morning sun shines on the vibrant manor. Although the spring morning is still a little cold, the warm sunshine makes the travelers who are about to set off feel happy.

"Brother, please come back when you are free." Simona reminded him reluctantly. She filled a box with the snacks she made and the clothes she ordered and placed it at the entrance of the manor.

She knew that their group had space stones that could be used by those favored by God, so she prepared as many things as possible.

"Okay, go back and have some rest. You have dark circles under your eyes." Ernest touched his sister's head. After they came back from the Mermaid Opera House last night, his sister had been preparing their luggage for the journey and had not slept all night.

"Brother, I wish you a safe journey!"

She waved, and Ernest said good-bye and got into the carriage.

Two nimble white horses pulled the carriage away in a cloud of dust, and their figures gradually disappeared.

The old Duke of Surrey, who was leaning on a cane, stood at the attic window and watched them go away. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Master, news came from the palace that Princess Sani was murdered last night. Her death was tragic. His Majesty asked you to come to the palace." The old butler beside him spoke, awakening Sari who was still immersed in the emotion of reluctance.

"How did he die? What's the point of Your Majesty calling me over?" There was a coldness in his eyes and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Well... I heard that Her Royal Highness the Princess's head and body were separated by a powerful force. It couldn't be done by an ordinary person. His Majesty sent God's favored ones to check the remaining divine power fluctuations at the scene. There was the breath of the undead. It might have been done by the people of the Church of the Dead. But His Majesty the King doesn't think that the princess has offended the people of the Church of the Dead. I think he still suspects you." The butler reported the news he had heard one by one.

Hearing about the princess's death, Sari sighed, and a variety of emotions flashed in his eyes. He walked downstairs with a cane, "Let's go into the palace and take a look. Do you suspect me? The princess and I have no grudges, and I kept it a secret for her for so long."

The cold snort gradually faded away along with the footsteps.

……

"The buildings here are not much different from the era I lived in. After so many years, there has been no change." Frank floated outside the carriage invisibly, and said disappointedly. The carriage passed by the gorgeous manors and low slums. "It turns out that no matter who is in power or what kingdom or empire they belong to, the nobles will enjoy themselves the same, and the lives of the poor have not improved at all."

Phil Gray heard his voice, "Mr. Frank, don't you need to go back to the abyss and rest?"

"No need, there's nothing interesting about the abyss."

"Ok."

After they arrived outside the city, they bought tickets for a large train that was bound for the Plague Makers area and then transferred to the Dark Night Parish.

After boarding the train, they felt relaxed after a long time. They had been anxious to get to the palace and look for Patrick all the way, so their spirits were always tense.

And now, they were like going out for a trip, and Phil Gray was also interested in lying in front of the window and looking at the scenery along the way.

Eli was sitting next to him, and his cubicle made the sound of bottles and jars colliding, as if he was mixing something. Ernest was sitting opposite him with his eyes closed, probably praying to God in his heart.

Frank also bought a ticket and floated in the corridor with a gloomy look, observing the passengers around him.

It was unknown what means this train used, but it kept sounding the alarm after Frank got on. Phil Gray had no choice but to explain to the person in charge of the train and promised that his ghost would not do anything to harm the passengers.

The person in charge reluctantly agreed due to the strength of the Undead Commander, but told them that they must buy tickets. The reason why the Big Ley has the function of detecting the undead is because its inventor, the craftsman Frederick Wright of the Creation God, specifically stated that even the dead cannot evade the ticket.

The journey was too long and a bit boring. Phil Gray had read the books in the Death Stone two or three times. Suddenly, he missed the games on Earth. He thought to himself, if he went to the East Continent, he would have a chance to find

The Creator God Cult must give them some advice. It would be best if the entire world could be connected to the Internet and something that could allow real-time communication, so that they don't have to work hard to find Patrick when he is in a sweet relationship.

However, some simple card games may be able to kill some boring time.

He called the "conductor" on the train and asked him to buy some cardboard and scissors from other passengers on the train and drew a deck of playing cards.

Three people were just enough to play Landlord. Phil Gray curled the corners of his lips and called Eli and Ernest over with great interest.

"You bought paper and pens to do this. What is this?" Eli asked curiously, holding his head.

The ignored ghost also floated over. Even though he had decades of experience in the light of wisdom in the human world and hundreds of years in the abyss, he had never seen such a thing.

"This is called playing cards..." Phil Gray introduced it carefully, "The three of us can play a game of... well, a game of nobles. We need two commoners and one noble. The rules are as follows..."

When talking about things on Earth, Phil Gray talked incessantly. He showed the cards one by one and explained in detail how to play.

Eli was eager to try, Ernest's expression was still calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. The Ghost was in deep thought, with a gleam in his eyes, and he looked very interested.

"Where did you hear about this way of playing? I've never heard of it before." Frank asked.

Phil Gray chuckled. “I came up with this on my own, isn’t that okay?”

In his heart, he silently apologized to the inventor of playing cards on Earth.

Phil Gray's words surprised Frank a little. He couldn't help but admire this amazing young man. Not only did he have a friendship with the Death Knight, he also had rich creativity and imagination, and was able to invent such an interesting toy in this world.

"Of course, I'm just curious." Frank said, "So, how do we divide the roles? Who will be the noble and who will be the commoner?"

"Well, you see, I'll put a turned-up card among all the cards, and the person who draws this card will become a noble, and the other two will become commoners."

"How interesting! Let's play a game of fighting nobles!" Eli rubbed his hands.

Ernest also raised his eyes.

"Three people are enough, but what about me?" Frank suddenly thought of something and seemed a little angry that he seemed not to be taken into consideration.

Phil Gray apologized, "I'm sorry, I thought ghosts couldn't touch objects."

"Humph, how can I help you kill the princess if you can't touch objects?"

"Okay, okay, let's play together as three of us first, and then you take over from me later, okay?" Phil Gray said helplessly.

Frank muttered, "Well, I don't really have to play."

Phil Gray shuffled the cards, and then the three of them began to draw cards in turn, leaving three hole cards. This time it was Ernest who drew the face-up card. He was a little surprised and couldn't believe his luck.

"Haha, the boss and I are one family. Knight, don't lose to the boss on purpose." Eli said with a smile. He was a little proud because he drew what the boss called a "big trump card."

Ernest said "Oh" and frowned at the cards in his hand.

Phil Gray originally thought that this veteran was going to bully them, but soon he was surprised to find that Ernest actually beat them!

This guy is a hidden talent.

"Boss, I'm sorry." The knight felt embarrassed that he had won against his own Pope on paper, but deliberately letting him win was disrespectful to the Pope.