I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"It doesn't matter, let's continue."

Phil Gray smiled and naturally didn't mind.

They played until night fell, and the ghost joined in, and Phil Gray introduced several other ways to play.

"We're going to the quarantine area tomorrow morning. Do you want to go down and take a look when we transfer?" Eli stretched and spoke mainly to Frank.

The ghost old man seemed to be eager to see different scenery.

"The area of ​​the plague makers? What's so good about that? There are corpses and diseases everywhere." Frank shook his head. This was the first time he was unwilling to look at the scenery of a certain place.

Phil Gray thought of what they had seen and heard when they came here, and lamented why this large train could not go directly to the Dark Night Parish, but had to transit through the epidemic area.

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As they stepped onto the land of the plague maker area, the air filled with the smell of disease and accompanied by violent coughing made several people frown slightly.

Phil Gray covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves and followed Eli, who was holding a few bouquets of flowers. The fragrance of the flowers barely dispelled some of the germs in the air.

"Cough cough cough, Mom, I want to leave here. I heard that there is no disease in the city outside." A crisp little boy's voice came. Phil Gray turned around and saw a woman with unsteady steps pulling a little boy.

The little boy looked pale, kept coughing, and his nose tip and eyelids were a little red.

The woman's face changed. She slapped the boy on the face and said, "Shut up! This is a gift from God. Not only do you not know how to be grateful, but you also want to leave here?"

The slap left no mark because she was too weak and had no strength left.

The little boy didn't say anything, because he saw the healthy passengers getting off the bus, including Eli holding flowers. Life and health, all of this were too far away from him, and envy appeared in his eyes.

"Ah!" sighed Phil Gray.

He stopped, turned a corner, and handed the boy a flower of destiny in front of his mother's horrified eyes. "Only if you have enough power can you leave here, control the disease, and contain the disease."

It was not realistic to take him away. The little boy could not follow them. Besides, there were too many children here who longed for life and health when they were young, but under the influence of sick environment and parents, they became another perverted cultist. They could not control them at all.

So, the little boy can only rely on himself.

If I want to completely change this place, I can only hope that I will be able to master enough power in the future.

They quickened their pace, even Frank frowned, and got on the next train.

The feeling of depression finally dissipated from my heart.

"Okay, let's continue fighting the nobles?" Eli suggested.

"Ah."

They played cards on the train and bought tickets for Ghost, which naturally attracted the attention of the person in charge of the large train.

The person in charge was a member of the Eternal Church. He watched with great interest and asked Phil Gray if he could promote this kind of gameplay, perhaps by cooperating with commercial churches so that he could get a steady stream of royalties.

Phil Gray shook his head. This was not actually his invention. It was fine to use it for fun, but he would feel bad if he really made money from it.

The person in charge showed a regretful expression.

After driving for several days and changing trains in the Dark Night Parish, they finally arrived at Dur City, the city of the Life Church that they had been away from for a long time.

It was still winter when I left, but now it is spring. The whole city is full of the breath of life. I can feel refreshed by taking a deep breath of the air.

Phil Gray thinks that if he has the chance, he can settle here in the future. The residents here should have a longer life expectancy than those in other cities.

"We're finally here." Eli jumped out of the car. As a favored one of the God of Life, coming here really felt like home, even though he had rented a house here before.

Frank looked around, but unfortunately, his summoning time was almost up.

"Mr. Frank, you have been following us for several days. Why don't you go back and have a rest? After all, you are an undead. You have been illuminated by the light of the Day Prophet for too long. I think your spirit is a little weak." Phil Gray said worriedly.

"Okay, see you next time."

After the ghost disappeared, they arrived at the Dotz Inn with ease. Along the way, there were blooming flowers and newly sprouted buds. Several children were playing and fighting, and the atmosphere was full of joy.

Phil Gray thought of the quarantine area he passed by a few days ago. The contrast was too obvious.

In such a world, faith determines everything.

There were a lot of people sitting in the tavern on the ground floor. The owner actually remembered their masked faces, and Patrick's butler was chatting with the owner.

"Ah, where is my young master?" Gene asked anxiously after respectfully greeting Phil Gray.

"Your master is sailing on the sea with the girl he likes. This is his letter to you with his address. He wants you to find him." Phil Gray handed over the letter that Patrick gave him. Naturally, they couldn't take Gene with them to the Church of the Dawn, nor could they let Gene stay in the hotel all the time.

"Okay." Gene nodded and ran upstairs excitedly.

"It's time for us to collect our rewards now." Phil Gray and his partner drank a glass of hot beer in the pub, took a short rest, and then set off towards the Cathedral of Life.

"Hey? That guy looks familiar." Eli pointed at the man squatting at the church door.

Phil Gray looked closely and found that this was Ron, the businessman who had been with them at the flower show before.

He looked anxious, what happened?