I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"..."

Frank stared, not knowing how to refute.

The City of Light was indeed quite dangerous for him. According to his memories from more than a hundred years before his death, the number of people demoted from gods here was so great that he could not count them on both hands.

He hesitated a little, wondering whether he should let this guy send him back to the abyss.

But I have just arrived in the human world and I really don’t want to go back. It will be a long time before I can come out again.

"Okay, there will be a banquet tonight. The Pope, elders and other figures should all be at the banquet. You can take this opportunity to go out for a walk. If you are unlucky enough to run into someone, just mention my name. Remember, it's Kane. I will explain it to you then." Phil Gray comforted.

I think that although they hate the undead, they should not kill them all with one blow. It is understandable that the Son of the Day Prophet has an undead slave, right?

Of course, Mr. Frank must not hear what the slave said.

"Okay, I'll go out after dark." Frank blew his beard and walked around the room, pointing at the icons of successive popes on the wall, as if he knew them very well.

After a moment he lifted up the velvet carpet and scanned the patterned floor with sharp eyes, as if there was a secret treasure room hidden underneath.

Only after the novelty wore off did I start talking to Phil about the abyss.

"The last time I played with you guys, I was so bored that I made a set in the Abyss and played with a few old friends. Then it was accidentally spread out in the Abyss... well, it's a little popular. You shouldn't mind, right?"

He added, "You know, Will's original character cards are too boring. There's no technical content in betting on the status of the characters."

Phil Gray shook his head. "Of course I don't mind. Just play as long as you like. There are actually many ways to play. I can teach you a few more."

As he spoke, he took out the cards he had made last time and began to teach Mr. Ghost a new way of playing.

It’s just hard to imagine a group of skeleton zombies playing cards in the abyss.

When he returned to the Abyss many years later, he found that what Frank said about "a little bit popular" was not accurate. It was obvious that it was popular throughout the Abyss of the Dead.

A moment later, Eli and Ernest returned.

They were not surprised by Frank's appearance and just greeted the ghost.

Eli was holding a plate of dried fish, which was Heiye’s favorite fire-blood fish.

After putting it on the ground, he said admiringly:

"Boss, you absolutely cannot imagine how wealthy the Dawn Divine Cult is. Even when I was in the Church of the Dead, I had never seen such a luxurious mansion. Even your servants are carefully selected descendants of nobles, and their etiquette and cultivation are simply impeccable."

"When you were in the Church of the Dead?" Phil Gray accurately captured this key information.

"Yes, come on, it's time to tell stories, Mr. Knight, please put out the pastries." Eli smiled and led them to sit at the luxurious round table.

After going through so many things, he has fully trusted his partners and there is no need to hide anything anymore. Moreover, after experiencing this life and death situation, he has let go of those old things.

Ernest took out some refreshments from the space stone, filled the round table with food, then pulled out a chair for his own Pope and stood upright beside him.

Phil Gray glanced at Frank, who was still practicing shuffling and drawing cards, and silently asked Eli if he wanted to be in front of this ghost gentleman.

Eli smiled and said, "Perhaps Mr. Frank from the Light of Wisdom can help me answer some of my questions."

"Oh? My pleasure." Frank broke away from the boring pastime of drawing cards and joined the round table storytelling session with great interest.

"Death is my destiny. It was determined the moment I was born." Eli said slowly, and the light brown tea flowed smoothly from the pot into the cup. "Like Vincent, I have been carrying the mark of God since the moment I was born - the badge of death."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing burn marks on his arms. The original marks could no longer be seen. His emerald eyes curved slightly, "But I am luckier than Vincent. I am not the only one with the mark. There is also my dearest sister, who is my other half. She came to this world with me and also enjoyed the favor of the god of death."

"The Son of the Church of the Dead? Or twins?" Frank was a little surprised.

According to his memory in the human world, in any church, it might take more than a hundred years for a person with the mark of God to appear, let alone two at the same time.

Phil Gray had expected this, but he was more curious about why Eli would become the favored one of the God of Life later on.

"As the son of God, I was born into the listening state. When I was young and ignorant and didn't know what faith was, I could occasionally hear the whispers of the God of Death."

If other believers heard this, they would be furious, Phil Gray thought absentmindedly.

Eli continued, "Like them, I also studied and prayed to the gods in the church school of the Church of the Dead and served the god of death devoutly. But the only difference between me and them is that I am actually really afraid of death."

At this point he laughed at himself: "This is ridiculous, isn't it? I don't know why the god in charge of death would choose someone like me who is afraid of death? When the cat I raised when I was young died unexpectedly, I cried my heart out, but my friends around me were celebrating for it, thinking that it would soon return to the arms of the gods.

"But I can't accept it, especially when the one approaching death is no longer my pet, but my sister, the sustenance of my soul and life." Eli's eyes, with unknown emotions, crossed the river of time and returned to his childhood.

"My sister is more talented than me. She is a qualified saint. She reached the level of blessing at the age of seven, while I was still waiting for the commandments of the gods. But on a sunny afternoon that year, she fell ill. She was seriously ill. I still don't know what disease she had.

"Her face was so pale that she didn't even have the strength to pick up her favorite skeleton doll. I was very afraid that she would leave me like a cat. I heard that the people in the Church of Life could cure diseases, so I begged my grandfather. At that time, the chief elder of the Church of the Dead took her to the Church of Life for help. After all, we in the Church of the Dead don't have any means to save people.

"He rejected me. Death and life are opposites. How could we allow the people of the Church of Life to save our Saint? The people of the Church of Life would not agree. Moreover, the Saint is the favorite of the God of Death. Now, it is the God who misses her and wants her to go to the temple. We cannot stop the God from calling her."