I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Although ordinary guests who were not favored by the gods could not feel the power of the morning light, they could see the dazzling mark of the sun and hear the fanatical admiration of the gods around them.

They were also infected by this atmosphere and expressed emotions of surprise and admiration.

"Well, we are very honored to witness the light of God. Please allow me to introduce myself again. I am the bishop of the Dawn Church in Numas City - Morris. This is our new city lord Steven. The person who just talked to you is the local Earl Ryan Ped. What is your name?" Bishop Morris introduced them one by one. Steven and the old noble nodded in greeting, staring at Phil Gray without blinking.

Phil Gray smiled and said, "My name is Kane."

It is impossible to tell the real name, otherwise it will always arouse suspicion from those who have ulterior motives. It is time to use the name of my own butler again. I believe he will not mind.

"Okay, Holy Son Kane, the banquet is almost over now. I wonder what your plans are next? In any case, please come to the local Dawn Church to rest tonight. We will offer you some local specialties." Morris said enthusiastically.

"We don't have any plans at the moment, but I would like to ask you to help me convey the news to the Holy See as soon as possible that we have arrived in Dawn." Phil Gray said.

After all, it has exceeded the two-month deadline agreed upon with Elder Grant. What if that elder keeps his word and thinks that they did not come to the East Continent and really brings the Pope to the West Continent to find him?

"Of course, that's what we should do, but now, please come with us to the Morningside Church," Morris said.

"it is good."

Originally, the banquet was held to welcome the new city lord, but now the attention of everyone has been taken away by the Son of God. However, the city lord himself was not angry, but felt honored instead.

The guests at the dinner felt it was worth it and danced with excitement.

The only person injured at this party might be Tracy.

When Phil Gray walked out of the castle surrounded by the bishop and several Dawn priests, he saw Tracy being guarded by the guards at the door. He squatted on a row of stone steps and argued with the guards to enter the castle. Of course, the guards ignored him. He wanted to take action, but it was a crime to actively attack the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, so he could only reluctantly smash his hands on the steps.

When Tracy saw Phil Gray being followed by a group of people with admiring gazes, confusion flashed in her eyes. She stood up angrily and wanted to chase after him and curse him, but someone held down his shoulders and blocked his mouth.

"Uh, uh, who?" He struggled to break free angrily, but Phil Gray and his group had already left.

He turned around and saw that the person who had just grabbed him was a young nobleman wearing a dark green suit with a sun brooch of the Church of the Dawn pinned on his chest. He had an extraordinary demeanor and a faint smile on his face.

"Angel Luo, you also attended this banquet? Why did you stop me? I have an irreconcilable relationship with that guy just now!" Tracy said with gritted teeth, and then angrily grabbed the collar of the person in front of him, "Why? Are you here to laugh at me too?"

"Let go! Are you stupid? Do you know what just happened at the banquet?" The young nobleman in the dark green suit coldly pulled his hand away.

"What's the matter?" Tracy thought of the hateful guy being surrounded by everyone just now, and felt something was wrong.

"The leader is called Kane. He has the mark of the Day Prophet on his hand. You should know what that means, right?"

"What?" Tracy frowned, not understanding what he was saying.

"Are you an idiot? Or have you not graduated from the elementary school for those favored by God?" An Qiluo had a hint of surprise in his eyes, then asked sarcastically.

"You are an idiot! Don't think that just because your grandfather is the archbishop, you can say that to me!"

Angelo looked at him mockingly, "Really? I shouldn't have stopped you just now. I should have watched you go up and insult the Son of God, and then be expelled from the church! You don't even know that the mark of God represents the Son of God chosen by God. You are really... I am really ashamed for Bishop Morris."

"What? The Son of God? Him? Isn't the Son of God Vincent?"

Tracy rarely paid attention to the sarcasm of the person in front of him because he was shocked by the news. "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Haha, you'll know if you try. Their current destination is the Dawn Church, do you want to go too?" Angelo stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Tracy murmured to herself, "How is it possible? How is it possible?"

But he already believed it in his heart. After all, Angelo never joked with him.

But, doesn't that mean he has offended the Holy Son? Uncle Morris will definitely not let him go!

A beating is inevitable! A drop of cold sweat dripped down Tracy's forehead.

Angelo was still talking beside him, "What does the Son of God mean? He's the next Pope. Tsk tsk, those old guys have already tacitly accepted that Vincent is the next Pope. As a result, the Wyatt family has grown from a small family to a large family that can compete with those old families. What kind of ripples will the arrival of this Son of God stir up on this calm lake?"

"What lake? Lake Nohoco in Sun City?" Tracy asked puzzledly.

Angelo sighed and left without saying a word, leaving Tracy scratching her head.

……

Not far away, Phil Gray saw a building that was shining brightly in the darkness.

The circular building has about five floors and looks like a sun. The outer walls of the building are painted with sun patterns, emitting golden light in the dark.

"This is our church in Numas City." Morris introduced. He walked in front to lead the way and pushed open the door of the church.

On the bottom floor is a large statue of a daytime prophet, with some priests kneeling under the statue, praying devoutly.

The walls of the church are painted with various sun patterns, and one wall is hung with portraits of successive popes.

After going up to the second floor, there is a luxurious reception room. The golden crystal chandelier illuminates the entire reception room.

"Please take a seat, Holy Son. I will report this to headquarters."

Phil Gray nodded and looked around.

A thousand paper cranes suddenly appeared in Morris's hand, and the cranes were emitting light.

He injected the power of the morning light into his body, and then called softly, "Elder, I am Morris——"

Phil Gray remembered that Patrick had to drip blood on it before it could be used, but the Dawn Cult's communication only required the injection of divine power, which felt more advanced.

But they should all be inventions of the Creation God Religion.

"Morris? Bishop of Numas? What's the matter?" The person on the other end replied, a man who sounded very old.