I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Oh? Your Highness the Holy Son knows Caroline's whereabouts?" Memphis stared at Phil Gray, his eyes narrowed into slits. It seemed like he was examining him, but in fact, he was filled with unspeakable expectation.

His little granddaughter Caroline had been away from the City of Light for more than two months and there had been no news. He almost wanted to cross the continent to seek help from the Fated Ones.

Now, the new Holy Son actually knows her whereabouts?

Was it a lie made up to save this ghost, or did he really see Caroline?

"Yes, I know where Miss Caroline is, and I am willing to tell you, but I hope you can return my ghost first." Phil Gray said sincerely, "Miss Caroline and I are friends, and her current situation is not very safe, so I also hope you can bring her back."

When Memphis heard that Caroline was in a bad situation, his heart skipped a beat, then he raised his eyebrows and said fiercely: "Don't lie to me, I have always had a bad temper. If I don't find Caroline, I will..."

"What did you say? Memphis, what else can you do to the Son of God? Huh?" The old woman at the side glared at him unhappily, then stretched out her hand and placed her palm in front of him.

Memphis snorted and put the bottle containing the ghost in her hand. Frank inside was sitting decadently at the bottom of the bottle, fiddling with something in his hands.

Phil Gray thought that even if the owner of this rest house or treasure house didn't save him himself, maybe he had some strange props that could help him save himself?

"Okay, Your Highness, this is your ghost. It's great that you know Caroline's whereabouts. The old guy is worried about his little granddaughter. He has a bad temper, so please be more tolerant of him, but he doesn't have any bad intentions." The old woman spoke well of Memphis.

"Thank you." Phil Gray took the bottle. "I saw Caroline on Malu Island before..."

He told her everything that he and Caroline had experienced, including the burned-down Dawn Church where she later went and the undead elder who stayed by her side.

After listening to his narration, Memphis immediately recognized that it was indeed his granddaughter, but a look of worry slowly appeared on his face. He had been in the Dawn Cult for so many years, but he had no idea who the Dawn Follower who had turned into a dead spirit and was guarding his granddaughter was.

Although the guy was protecting Caroline according to the Son of God's description, his real purpose was still unclear. His granddaughter's situation was too dangerous!

Thinking of this, he could hardly suppress his anxiety and almost wanted to fly to Malu Island immediately.

"That's all I know. I'm still not sure whether Miss Caroline is still with that senior and whether she has woken up. So, you'd better go there in person or send someone to check on Malu Island."

Phil Gray remembered the strange church he saw with the Eye of Destiny, and the scene where Caroline was unconscious when he left, and he couldn't help but frown.

"I understand, Your Highness, thank you very much."

Memphis took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and strode out of the tailor shop.

"Oh, I hope Caroline is okay." The old woman next to her hurriedly made a gesture of praying to the prophet of the day.

"Well, everything will be fine. I'll take my leave now. Thank you for your clothes, I like them very much." Phil Gray looked at the bottle in his hand, said goodbye to her and left.

Looking outside, Eli, Ernest and the butler were standing at the street corner. The three of them were in a daze, looking at him at a loss.

"Where is the Holy Son's carriage?"

Phil Gray asked in surprise, looking at the empty streets.

Eli came forward and answered speechlessly, "Just now an old man came out of this tailor shop, got in a car and drove away. That must be faster than light, right? We were standing here, and we didn't even have time to blink before both the man and the car disappeared. Fortunately, we are favored by the gods. Ordinary people would have thought we saw a ghost."

"Uh... that should be Elder Memphis. We can only find a car to go back." Phil Gray was a little amused.

Fortunately, the butler was quite familiar with the area and quickly found a carriage. By the time they returned to the Saint's residence, it was already past four in the morning.

"Thank you for your help tonight. Go to bed early."

Phil Gray said to the butler.

The courteous butler quickly placed the bathtub for him, made the bed, and prepared night snacks, but tired Phil Gray just wanted to lie in bed and have a good rest. After all, too many things had happened in the past few days, and he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

"Your Highness, I wish you a sweet dream!"

Seeing that the butler had closed the door, Phil Gray opened the small bottle of Memphis. The ghost Frank floated out of the narrow bottle mouth like a puff of smoke, and then knocked on the table angrily.

"Damn old man, if I hadn't died early, I would have been demoted to a god, and he wouldn't have been able to bully me—"

"Okay, you should go back to the abyss first. This City of Light is too dangerous for you. I can't guarantee that I can rescue you from any elder next time."

Frank had a gloomy face. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. He was locked in a bottle and almost killed. What a pity that the other party was an elder demoted from God and a follower of the Day Prophet who was born to defeat the undead. He really had no way out!

I could only curse in my heart.

"If I go back to the abyss, I will go back to the abyss. Isn't it just a demotion of God? Who knows who will be more powerful when we meet next time!"

Frank has been in the abyss for so many years, and now he actually wants to improve his strength.

A black light flashed, and Frank returned to the abyss. Phil Gray then let out a breath and fell on the bed.

At this moment, he just wanted to have a good rest.

……

The morning in the City of Light comes especially early. The light of morning sun shines in from the fan-shaped windows, passing through the patterned glass and leaving beautiful shadows on the ground.

Phil Gray was sleeping soundly, hugging the ball of darkness and breathing shallowly.

Gray shows through the roots of the hair, and the newly grown hair is mixed with gold, creating a mottled beauty.

At this moment, a flash of white light covered his entire body, and then a shadow of a scale appeared above him.

A childish but joyful voice rang out: "Xiaotian has finally recovered! Master, I missed you so much, I can finally play with you!"

Unfortunately, Phil Gray, who was sleeping, did not hear the sound and continued to sleep soundly.

The little black cat jumped up, looked at the scales in the air warily, and made threatening sounds, but it soon felt the connection between this suddenly appearing Holy Spirit and the person on the bed, so it meowed softly, curled up in Phil Gray's arms, and squinted its eyes.

Libra saw that his master was still asleep, so he could only fly around the room by himself. This fresh look was very much like Mr. Ghost before.

It was almost noon when Phil Gray opened his eyes. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw something floating in front of him.

He opened his eyes completely, and the scale hanging in the air almost scared him. He immediately asked happily, "Xiaotian? Are you recovered?"