I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Eli nodded gently and said bitterly: "You are not mistaken, I am now the favored one of the God of Death. To be honest, I am also confused because I was the favored one of life before. As for how to save the lives of the whole city, I just took a kind of flower to stimulate my potential and overdraw my future vitality into divine power, which allowed me to briefly possess the power of a downgraded god."

"The Favorer of Life becomes the Favorer of Death?" Nancy raised her eyebrows in surprise, then looked at Pope Dawn.

However, Pope Dawn shook his head and said, "I have never seen a follower of one god being able to switch to a follower of another god, and there is no record of this in the history of the Weir Continent."

Eli instantly showed a look of disappointment. "Even you don't know, what should I do? Am I just a shameful betrayer?"

"No, you did not betray the God of Life. You saved tens of thousands of lives. The achievements of you and Phil will be forever engraved on the walls of Numas City. As for the reason for your change, perhaps you can ask the people of the Light of Wisdom. They have done very in-depth research on gods and their followers, and may be able to find the answer." Pope Dawn pondered for a moment and said.

"Thank you. I will go to the Light of Wisdom to seek advice later. Before that, I hope His Holiness the Pope can ask those who were present at the time to keep it a secret for me." Eli bowed lightly again.

"Of course. You are the benefactor of Dawn. This is for you. The Prophet of Wisdom and I have some friendship. You can show this to him and he will try his best to help you." A feather pen appeared in the hand of Pope Dawn. It looked glittering and gorgeous.

Eli took the pen and thanked him again.

The few of them chatted for a while and discussed their experiences in various places before Pope Dawn let them leave. He planned to discuss the zombie incidents in Nanmili City and Numas City and the upcoming war with other elders.

When I walked out of the church, I saw Vincent waiting outside the door.

"Hey, you guys finally came out."

Vincent came over happily, then put his arm around Phil Gray's shoulders and said, "I'll take you to the Son's mansion which has been prepared."

"Thank you!"

This Vincent had no awareness at all that he was his competitor. Even when his teacher, Elder Aubrey, started to target him, he still looked enthusiastic.

Phil Gray admired him for his wholehearted consideration for the Dawn Cult.

"On the left side of the cathedral, through a circular wall, this is the newly built residence of the Son of God."

On the ground, the buildings in the entire city center are arranged in a ring, one circle surrounding another, and the Son of God's residence is within the second circle.

Vincent took him to the mansion that was said to be newly built for him. There were stone pillars engraved with sunflower patterns in the courtyard. They walked through the gold-inlaid foyer, along the green path and the corridor shaded by wisteria, and came to the spacious hall.

The groups of servants they met along the way were all wearing neat uniforms and putting on makeup, and they all bowed to them.

The ceiling was painted with some patterns of unknown sages and the Kingdom of God, and the white walls were covered with portraits of successive popes of the Dawn. They were so lifelike that Phil Gray felt as if dozens of eyes were watching him, which made him very uncomfortable.

"This is it. If you need anything else, you can always come to me. I live on the right side of the cathedral. Also, remember to come to the dinner in the evening. You are the protagonist, so don't forget it."

"Of course I won't forget. Thank you, Vincent. I hope you can take care of me in the future." Phil Gray said with a smile.

After some more pleasantries, Vincent left. He seemed to be worried before leaving. He told them that he had seen the strange statue that caused the plague that Elder Aubrey brought back from the city of Numas, and felt that this matter was definitely not simple. Even though it had been sealed, he could still feel the terrifying power in it. However, Pope Dawn would get rid of the statue, so he told them not to worry.

After Vincent left, Heiye jumped off his shoulder and rubbed his legs for food.

"Check the entire mansion and the servants, and have someone prepare some food for Heiye." Phil Gray touched its little head and said to Eli and Ernest.

"Ok."

What kind of creature was Heiye? A strange beast? In the books he had read, there was no mention of a cat that could grow or shrink so fast.

Phil Gray stroked the smooth fur of the night, and its tail stood up high, making a purring sound.

"Phil, Phil, do you remember me?"

In a trance, he heard a voice calling his name and withdrew his hand from Heiye's back in surprise. Is this cat speaking?

Heiye meowed and rubbed his head towards him again.

No, this voice is so familiar, it seems to be...

"Phil! Why don't you let me go out and take a look? Hurry up! It's been so long! Can you hear me? I don't know if this damned sound-transmitting conch can even get out of the abyss..."

Phil Gray's mouth moved slightly, and he was somewhat speechless. It seemed to be the voice of the ghost Mr. Frank.

He must have used some holy object that could communicate with him.

It is true that they haven't summoned him for a long time, but now they are in the City of Light, the headquarters of the Cult of the Dawn, and they want to summon a ghost?

He stood up, a little hesitant, but black divine power appeared in his hands. A door slowly opened, and then a wind-like shadow emerged from it.

"Finally out! You made me wait for a long time!" Frank looked at Phil Gray resentfully, then looked around impatiently.

Everywhere he looked, he saw sun patterns, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"This is where?"

"This is my mansion. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, but it's not convenient to summon you out during this period of time," Phil Gray explained.

"Your mansion? How come you, a follower of the God of Death, decorated the room so brightly? Wait, I see, there are so many portraits of the Pope of the Church of the Dawn hanging here!?" Frank's eyes widened, and then he quickly stepped back. The surface of those portraits emitted a light golden light, which had a great inhibitory effect on him.

"Well, this is a long story. Basically, the Dawn Cult asked me to be their Holy Son..." Phil Gray answered concisely.

"Impossible! Even if they are blind, they can't allow the one favored by the God of Death to be their Holy Son." Frank said in disbelief.

"Well, we've been together for such a long time, and I've received a lot of help from you, so I won't hide it from you. I can actually use the power of the Dawn, so they think I'm the one favored by the Day Prophet. As for the more specific reasons, that's my secret." Phil Gray evaded the question. He could reveal all this because he held Frank's lifeline, and he was the only one who could get him out of the abyss, so he didn't worry that Frank would do anything bad to him.

Frank looked at him doubtfully, not believing it completely, but Phil Gray also said it was a secret, so he didn't ask any further questions. He just had all kinds of guesses in his mind.

"Okay, my identity and whether I am a favored one of the gods have no impact on your coming to the human world, right?" Phil Gray said with a smile, "This is the City of Light. You must not have been here since you became a spirit. Why don't you enjoy the scenery here?"

Frank couldn't hold it in any longer. "You summoned a ghost like me to the City of Light?"

"Didn't you ask me to do this? You want me to summon you out now?" Phil Gray asked somewhat aggrievedly.