I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Hello, Mr. Ron, long time no see." Phil Gray walked forward and said.

The businessman stood up, his eyes nearly falling out of his head in surprise, but soon turned into excitement, "It's you guys, long time no see, I went to Dotz Inn to look for you many times, but you were not there, now you're back!"

"Is there something you want to talk to us about? I see you squatting here, looking sad." Phil Gray asked.

"Yes, there is a problem. Something strange happened in my warehouse. I don't think it would be done by an ordinary person, so I want you, the ones favored by God, to help." Ron said in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Eli also pricked up his ears.

"I mentioned to you before that I mainly buy delicacies from all over the world and then sell them to various stores and restaurants. One of the ingredients I bought is called the Fire Blood Fish. You can see flames in its blood. It lives in some ancient craters and can withstand extremely high temperatures and pressures. Its body is covered with black scales, like armor. Its meat is spicy and sour. Eating it can eliminate some negative effects, such as curses, mild diseases, etc. It can be said to be a very precious ingredient. I have a special purchasing channel, but I can only receive two or three every month. I will then sell them to the Church of the God of Food or royal nobles." Ron said slowly, "After purchasing, I will put it in a secret room in the warehouse and wait for the buyer to arrive before taking it out. But in the past two months, the six Fire Blood Fish I purchased have disappeared!"

"Disappeared?"

"Yes, the first time I discovered it was when the buyer came to pick it up. There was only an empty box left where the fish was!" Ron said frustratedly, "I thought it was stolen, so I hired some people to strengthen the defense of the warehouse, and asked my brother to look after it from time to time, but I didn't expect the fish to disappear again!"

"What? Could it have been stolen by an insider?" asked Phil Gray.

"I changed another group of people to look after the warehouse, and I didn't tell them that there was a secret room in the warehouse. But the third fish was also lost, and several customers were still waiting for the fish. I couldn't lose it again. After the fish were delivered, I personally stayed in the secret room, staring at the fish every day even when I ate..."

"and then?"

"The fish was still stolen! I blinked, and a shadow flashed by, and there was only an empty box left! I asked the people guarding outside, but no one came in!" Ron said angrily, "After that, I called my brother, and we stared at the sixth fish day and night, and we saw a shadow flash by again, and the fish disappeared! My brother chased the shadow, but the shadow flashed by and there was no trace at all. This is simply not something that can be done by human power. I went to the church, and the church sent two priests to check, but they found nothing. I went to you again hoping you could help, but you are no longer in Durr City."

The businessman sighed, "The price of these six fish is worth half of my wealth. The customers have already paid and are urging me to pay. I really have no choice."

"Why can't the fish be delivered directly to the customers? Why do they have to be kept in a secret room in the warehouse?" Eli asked puzzledly.

"First of all, it is uncertain when the fish will be caught. I can only inform customers that there are fish after the fish are shipped to me. Secondly, the fire in the fish's blood is too strong after it is caught. Eating it at this time will burn your internal organs. It must be kept for a few days and must be placed in ice to offset part of the fire. The secret room in my warehouse is an ice cellar, and I usually use boxes filled with ice to store fish." The businessman explained patiently.

"A fish thief? The fish can be stolen even if I'm staring at it. Could it be a ghost?" Phil Gray thought that only a ghost could steal the fish without anyone noticing and leaving any trace.

"Maybe there are some gods' favored ones with special skills that can steal from a long distance?" Eli speculated, but quickly denied his own idea. Based on his understanding of the systems of several gods' favored ones, it seemed that no skill bestowed by any god could be used to steal things.

"Hey, I was just thinking about going into the church again to ask them to ask the gods to help, but I didn't expect to see you. Can you help me? I have already informed the customer in advance this time. The fish will be transported to the secret room in my warehouse tonight, and the customer will come to pick it up early tomorrow morning. It will only be kept overnight. Can you help me guard it for one night? I can give you a generous reward." Ron looked at Phil Gray sincerely and said in a pleading tone.

Phil Gray thought about it. Although they had to hurry on their way, it was not impossible for him to go and help Ron. It would only take one night. If it was an undead, he, as the follower of the God of Death and the Day Prophet, could also sense it. It would not be a difficult matter.

"Okay, no problem. We'll go up first and hand in the mission. You wait here for us, and we'll go to the warehouse with you after we come out." Phil Gray looked at the sky. It was still mid-afternoon, probably around four or five o'clock.

"Okay, thank you so much!" Ron's lips trembled. Compared with those pastors of the Church of Life who only knew how to deal with him, these people seemed to be more powerful.

"Damned fish thief!" He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, as if he had already thought about what to do with him after catching him.

But when he thought that the thief might be a ghost, his scalp tingled again.

……

Phil Gray and his two companions walked into the mission hall and saw the floating Mirror of Destiny, which was full of new missions.

They walked to the long table where the two priests on duty were.

"Hello, we are here to collect our reward for the mission." Phil Gray said with a smile.

"What mission number?" The young pastor didn't seem to recognize them.

"Mission 2445," Phil Gray replied.

"Let me look for it." The young pastor rummaged under the table and found a cowhide bag. The bag previously contained the information of the mission targets and later contained the records of their acceptance of missions.

"There is no feedback on this task, so it should still be in progress. The client is our church..." the young pastor said, "The church has no record of you completing the task."

Eli raised an eyebrow, "We did complete it. We sent the mission target alive to the Puna Kingdom. Don't you want to verify the mission issued by your church?"

"Sorry, I'll go ask Pastor Melken." The young pastor apologized and ran to find the head pastor here.

Phil Gray and others were waiting quietly. Maybe because it was afternoon, there were not many people in the mission hall. A few of them were standing in front of the Mirror of Life, picking and choosing, trying to weigh which mission was more cost-effective.