I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray was expecting some interesting things to happen during the journey, but unfortunately, the journey was unusually quiet. Although they often heard some middle-aged men boasting after drinking in the corridors and activity rooms, and were often awakened by the sudden sounds of disputes and quarrels at noon, they still arrived at the East Continent safely.

That’s right, how could so many miraculous things happen? If the ship always encountered accidents, who would still take it?

Phil Gray and his two companions felt a sense of unreality when they got off the boat. The moment they stepped on the land, they still felt like they were on the boat, and that slight shaky feeling lingered.

"It's finally here, but it's much later than the time agreed upon with Elder Grant." Phil Gray sighed.

“It’s okay. We’ll reach the city of the Dawn Religion in half a day’s walk. Then we can go directly to the church there and ask the people from the Holy See to welcome us.” Eli looked at this familiar homeland, and a series of scenes emerged in his mind. That was his past, a past that he didn’t know what words to use to describe it. He clenched and unclenched his hands, and the emotions in his eyes finally calmed down.

Phil Gray naturally noticed his abnormality, but did not ask any further questions. He knew that Eli would explain everything at the right time.

They did not take the long train because the city in the Dawn Cult area was not far away. They got on a four-seater carriage and drove along the wide road.

The coachman was an old man who looked quite strong. He had thick white hair that was slightly curly and wore a black rose brooch.

"He looks like a member of the Vilonka Party," Eli whispered. "There are very few men in this party, especially those who are so old."

"What party is that?" Phil Gray claimed that he had read a lot of books about the East Continent, but most of those books were about local customs and culture, and he didn't know much about political parties.

"You should know some of the main sects in the East Continent, including the Dawn Cult, the Church of the Dead, the Dream Cult, the God of Food Cult, etc. The Dawn Cult's territory mainly spans two empires, the Paki Empire and the Teniko Empire. The city of Numas we are going to now belongs to the Paki Empire. Their Vilonka party is mainly composed of people who advocate the feminist movement. The reason for this name is that they support Vilonka, the princess of the Paki Empire, to ascend the throne and become the first queen in the history of the empire." Eli explained and shrugged. "When I left the East Continent, the emperor of the Paki Empire seemed to be in poor health. Vilonka and her brother were advocating for election and winning the support of some forces. But now seven or eight years have passed, and the emperor of the Paki Empire is still alive and well, and his position is still vacant."

"The first queen? It seems that the Kingdom of Lanxi has had many queens." Phil Gray thought about the biography he had read on the ship.

"Yes, the Kingdom of Lanxi is more open, but that is the area of ​​the Dream Cult. I don't know what this church has been doing over the years. Although its scope is expanding, its reputation is not very good, and the believers have also done some bad things." Eli said.

"I see." Phil Gray nodded.

……

"arrive."

The carriage stopped and they jumped out.

There are some yellow lights hanging on the walls of Numas City, which are very conspicuous in the evening, like little suns.

"Thank you." Phil Gray gave the driver a silver coin.

"You're welcome. Here are some small gifts for you guys." The driver smiled, wrinkles on his face piled up together, "These are cookies from the God of Food. They taste good."

"Thank you."

Phil Gray took the three bags of biscuits, thanked him, and the driver nodded and left.

“Well, do we have to win favor even from passers-by?” Eli pointed at the black rose logo printed on the biscuit bag, which is the logo of Veronka.

"Black rose flavored cookies, I wonder what they taste like, but since they are launched by the God of Cookery, they should be pretty good?" Phil Gray tore it open and tasted a piece. It was indeed pretty good.

After all, it is impossible for Princess Villonka to win the favor of passers-by by selling unpalatable cookies. I just don't know how much advertising fee she gave to the God of Cookery.

Walking into the city of Numas, the whole street is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Some men and women were singing and dancing on the streets, and the warm lights illuminated every corner of the city.

The sun represents vitality, cheerfulness, and positive energy, and people who believe in the Day Prophet are very enthusiastic.

"Shall we have some dinner first?" Eli pointed to a shop full of barbecue.

"Let's go to the Dawn Church. Since the Son of God is here, they should treat us to delicious food and drinks, right? We can also save some money on meals." Phil Gray smiled.

"careful!"

There was a sudden cry of surprise from all around. The men and women who were dancing suddenly stopped and looked towards the three people and the cat in the middle of the street. A horse was rushing towards them with great momentum.

The man on the white horse not only did not rein in the horse, but instead showed a smug and cruel smile.

"Ha--" Ernest's sword flashed, and before the horse rushed forward, the horse's forelimbs were broken by the hilt, and the rider on the horse fell to the side.

"That was a close call!" The young woman in a golden miniskirt who had just been dancing with her partner patted her chest and said thankfully.

"Pah!" The person who fell to the ground struggled to get up. He was already covered in dust and the white gift embroidered with gold thread was stained with a few stains.

"Damn it! How dare you hurt my horse!"

Looking at the white horse with a broken front leg, he stared with anger about to burst out.

"Sir, you are so unreasonable. If we weren't so skilled, we would be the ones getting hurt." Phil Gray said coldly.

And he could see that Ernest was holding back, using the hilt of his sword instead of cutting off the horse's leg directly.

Or maybe his knight just felt sorry for this fine horse.

After all, there is a wisp of golden hair on its head and a golden circle on its hooves. This is the first time I have seen such a horse.

"Hmph, just go to hell!" The man became even more angry, drew the sword from his waist, and a circle of lingering flames appeared, and stabbed towards Phil Gray.

Phil Gray remained motionless, his expression showing no change.

Ernest captured the clown in no time, and Eli provided vines to tie up his hands and feet.

It's just a listening-level follower.

"Too arrogant! Show him some color." Phil Gray curled the corners of his lips.

Eli chuckled, quickly stripped off his dress, then threw him lightly and hung him under a big tree.

"Ah! Put me down! I'm the archbishop's nephew! You can't do this to me! I'm going to the dinner party! If you're late, you'll be in trouble!"

"Huh? Really?"

The lady in the golden skirt shook her head. "We don't know him, but there is a dinner party tonight, mainly to welcome the new city lord."