I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Although he was a little helpless, Phil Gray had not expected such a situation. He slowly put the Blazing Sun Sword into the space, then raised his eyes and said, "Let's go. Ask the butler to lead the way. We are going to Lingguang Street."

It was almost dawn when the banquet ended, but the servants in the mansion were still diligently serving their master who had not yet rested.

The Son of God's carriage had already been prepared. The butler named Gerald bent down and placed a footstool on it. He temporarily took over the coachman's job and took them to the famous Lingguang Street in the City of Light.

Along the way, Gerald introduced the situation of the City of Light.

The entire City of Light is shaped like a circle, with the church in the center of the city at the center of the circle. From the center of the circle, it spreads out and is divided into nine circles. The inner three circles are the residences of clergy, the middle three circles are the residences of upper-class people, and the outer three circles are the residences of ordinary civilians. Of course, there are also a considerable number of farmers and idle manor owners outside the City of Light.

In addition, two main roads that run across the City of Light divide the City of Light into four equal parts in the north-south and east-west directions, namely the four regions of east, south, west and north, and each region has some small streets.

Lingguang Street is a particularly famous street located in the fifth circle. It is lined with shops on both sides and is bustling and lively. Outsiders open shops here and the noise continues day and night. The residents of the City of Light love to come here for shopping in their spare time.

"arrive."

Gerald said respectfully.

At a glance, they saw the simple little house squeezed among many high-end shops, with the three words "Tailor Shop" written crookedly on the wooden plaque.

But there must be other reasons why they were able to open a store here and not be stingy with the money for decoration.

"Your Highness, we meet again."

Stepping into the cramped little house, he saw an old man with curly hair, wrinkles on his face and a slightly plump figure sitting in a rocking chair. In front of him was a small transparent bottle. Phil Gray could clearly see the ghost Frank, who had shrunk a hundred times, inside.

"Yes, Elder Memphis."

Phil Gray had just met this elder at the banquet. Pope Dawn had introduced him to the forces in the church. The elders demoted by God included Memphis, Grant, Nancy, and Aubrey. Memphis belonged to the Memphis family, an old family of the Dawn Church that had also produced several popes. Grant was promoted from the common people and did not belong to any family of the Dawn Church. Nancy and the Pope both belonged to the Noyes family, a family known as the Sun Walkers. They did not specify which pope they were from. Aubrey was from the same family as Vincent, so he was not friendly to the new Son of God who had suddenly appeared.

"The guy in this bottle says he is your friend? Listen, how ridiculous, a ghost actually dares to become friends with the Son of Dawn, this is the funniest thing I have heard in the past year!" The old man shook his head and turned the bottle upside down on the table. Frank inside was caught off guard and suddenly felt dizzy. His head hit the mouth of the bottle and he cursed for a while, but no sound came out.

"Elder Memphis, I have always thought that it is a waste to destroy these undead. Wouldn't it be better if we enslaved them and made use of them if they did not cause much harm?" Phil Gray said.

"Ridiculous! Then what's the difference between us and those death followers in the Church of the Dead who control the undead! Enslave them? Aren't you afraid that they will backfire on you one day?" Memphis slapped the table and said disapprovingly.

"We have been fighting against the Church of the Dead. Knowing ourselves and the enemy will ensure victory in a hundred battles. If we understand the undead better, wouldn't it be easier for us to win in future battles with them? Moreover, as followers of the Day Prophet, we are the natural nemesis of the undead. We can naturally restrain them. Why should we fear backlash?" Phil Gray tried to persuade from another perspective.

Elder Memphis paused for a moment with his eyes squinting, looking up and down at the Holy Son in front of him, and then laughed, "Do you think I'm the kind of stubborn old man who must destroy all the undead and can't tolerate any grain of sand in my eyes?"

Is not it?

Phil Gray kept smiling. "It seems that I have misunderstood Elder Memphis. I wonder if the elder can release me, the ghost slave. He helped me a lot before and is my main fighting force. From now on, I will restrain him and not let him run around."

"Oh, then you guessed right. I am such an old man. All the dead souls should roll back to the dark abyss! Staying in the human world will dirty the eyes of the prophet of the day. His eyes are always on the human world. Your Highness, don't get entangled with these things anymore!"

The old man stood up and waved his hand gently. The small bottle on the table disappeared instantly. Then he made a gesture to see his guest off.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry I can't see you off!"

Phil Gray thought to himself that he was in big trouble now. The same thing happened to Frank. How did he end up in front of this elder? Apart from him and Aubrey, he could still negotiate with the other elders.

"Memphis, this is my shop. Why are you sending me away? I haven't even asked His Royal Highness the Saint if there is anything he likes."

An old lady in plain clothes and a gray-blue headscarf came out from the inner room. She was holding a light yellow package with a smile on her face, and nodded continuously. "Your Highness, this dress really looks good on you. It would be better if the pearls on the cuffs were replaced with mermaid tears. It's a pity that the remaining stock of the church was given to the little granddaughter of the Memphis family to make skirts." She unwrapped the package, revealing a light golden cloak. She handed it to Phil Gray, "I am not eligible to attend the banquet tonight. This cloak is a gift for Your Highness, but I have the chance to present it to you first."

Phil Gray took the cloak and thanked him. It turned out that this luxurious suit came from such a simple tailor shop.

"Hey, hey, hey! Take the clothes and leave quickly. And you, where is the skirt I asked you to make for Caroline? You are not busy trying to please the new Holy Son, are you?" Memphis snorted.

"It's already done, why are you in such a hurry? Have you found your little granddaughter?" The old woman glanced at him.

"No, it's been several months, and there's still no news. I asked the Knights for help, and they helped me search the entire Eastern Continent, but there's still no trace of that girl. Tomorrow, I'm going to look for her myself. Oh, if anything happens, how am I going to explain to her parents!" Memphis said with a headache, his voice full of loss and frustration.

"She will be fine. She will be back in a few days. Everyone knows that she misses the new dresses her grandfather prepares for her every quarter!" the old woman comforted.

At this moment, they heard the Son's voice with a smile: "Miss Caroline? If there is no other lady with the same name in the Dawn Cult, then I know her whereabouts very well."