I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Oh, that's great. Since we're meeting for the first time, I'll give you this book as a gift."

The skinny hand reached into the pocket on his chest and handed over a booklet.

Among several books bound in brown paper, this one looks small and shabby.

But Phil Gray knew that the quality of a book was not determined by its appearance. The cover of this booklet was badly worn and looked like it had been read no less than a hundred times, so the content must be interesting.

"Thank you, what is your name, sir?"

"Dwyer." The old man looked at him with a smile, his eyes deep and distant.

Phil Gray could hardly control his expression for a moment. He did not expect that the master, whose name he had heard of at the beginning of his wandering, would stand in front of him so soon.

Fate is indeed strange.

The fake Dwyer's face was still clear in his mind.

A hint of surprise flashed across Eli's green eyes, but then he showed a look of surprise. A few days ago, he was still wondering when to go to the Light of Wisdom to find out the real reason for his transformation. He never expected that this gentleman would "come to his door" like this.

"I've long heard of your name, Mr. Dwyer. I've long heard of your theory of believer selection and have long wanted to discuss it with you." Phil Gray no longer concealed his admiration.

"Oh? Most sects believe that it is heresy, and the Light of Wisdom has expressly forbidden me to spread it maliciously." There was no emotion in his voice, but Dwyer's expression turned cold. He turned and walked away, showing that he didn't want to get close to anyone.

Phil Gray realized that he was being reckless and that he shouldn't have brought up this topic in public, especially with other sect members around. The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

He held the book in his hand, sighed, and motioned Eli to be patient and visit again later.

"Your Highness, we have also prepared gifts for you. Take a look at our snacks." A gentle female voice broke the silence. A curly-haired woman wearing a green robe of the God of Food handed over a wooden box. She looked to be around thirty years old and had a friendly temperament like a neighbor aunt.

“Eh? This is boring... Everyone is giving gifts, and if I don’t give anything...” The sturdy middle-aged man next to him muttered in a low voice, then reluctantly took out a crystal ball.

Phil Gray had already taken the snack box and praised the God of Cookery for his superb skills in making delicious food, but the middle-aged man over there was still hesitant, with an expression that looked like he wanted to give it away but was reluctant to do so.

“Come on, we’ve already taken them out, why are you putting them back?” The lady from the God of Food Cult turned around and said to the man, her voice still gentle, but with a hint of teasing.

"What do you know? Even if you have a hundred, no, a thousand boxes of your snacks, they are not as good as my treasure. Hey, who made me bring this with me when I go out this time?" The man said with a painful look on his face, but he had to hand the crystal ball carefully to Phil Gray.

The lady in green robe rolled her eyes gracefully in response.

Phil Gray was intrigued by the crystal ball in his hand. He looked at it again and again, but didn't seem to find anything unusual.

"You try to inject divine power." The man said proudly, thinking in his heart, the teacher said that we must have a good relationship with Chenxi when we come to form an alliance this time, especially we can't let other sects grab the initiative. He gave such a good thing, I'm sure this saint will have a better impression of their sect in the future.

A golden and soft light entered the crystal ball. Phil Gray felt that his consciousness seemed to be connected to the crystal ball. Although he was still in the same place, he seemed to have entered an illusory space in the sky. He could see densely packed words all around. What was that?

His expression became strange. The words kept appearing, and there was a unique icon in front of each line of words. They went back and forth, as if many people were chatting across the air.

This feels like spying on a group chat on Earth!

"This is the invention of Master Frederick Wright that I taught. It has been on the market for two years, but it has always been in the modification and improvement stage and has not been made public. Although many semi-finished products have been sent out in the past two years, yours is the most perfect." The man said proudly, but did not explain what it was.

"So what kind of treasure is this?" The lady from the God of Food Cult felt a little frustrated when she heard him praising it but not explaining its purpose.

"This should allow many people in different locations to communicate in real time, right?" Phil Gray said aloud, feeling a little shocked. "Mobile phones" appeared in the world of theology?

"That's right! The text displayed inside all comes from the people who are talking at this moment. As long as divine power is injected, it will be possible to communicate with other people holding the crystal ball. Your Highness the Holy Son is indeed smart!" The man said admiringly. The number of people who could see through the secrets of the crystal ball at once could be counted on one hand. The Dawn Divine Cult was indeed not to be underestimated.

Phil Gray took a deep look at the man. The Creation God Cult was indeed worthy of its reputation!

"Currently, the crystal ball is only circulated within my church. Oh, and some distinguished guests who have made great contributions to my church also own it. My teacher means that it can be promoted in other churches after a period of time, so that communication between different churches will be much more convenient." The man continued.

"Your teacher is Master Wright?"

"Yes, hehe, how did you know? Your Highness the Saint Son is so smart." The man was surprised for a moment, then deliberately flattered.

"I've heard of Master Wright for a long time. I didn't expect that you are his student. If I have the chance, I will definitely visit your school." Phil Gray looked at the crystal ball with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes.

It hasn't been long since he came to the world of Weir, but after experiencing so many things, he almost forgot his life on Earth. Those comfortable days became hazy, as if they were thousands of years ago.

"My teacher will definitely welcome you." The man said happily, and added in his mind that it would be even better if you could bring some funds and materials.

Phil Gray smiled, walked out of the hall with them, and after a brief farewell, asked the servants to arrange their accommodation.

"I want to visit Mr. Dwyer." Eli said impatiently.

He was not interested in novel things like the crystal ball, nor was he worried much about the missing people. He just wanted to solve the mystery of himself.

"Okay." Phil Gray certainly wouldn't stop him. He put the crystal ball into the space, planning to do more research on it later.

……

The three of them stepped into the castle where the VIPs were staying, the most conspicuous building in the second circle area of ​​the City of Light.

In order to show the power and majesty of Dawn, the 59th Pope designated this place as a place to accommodate visitors from various religions and named it "Fortress of Friendship".

Two low-level followers dressed in golden robes respectfully led the way for His Royal Highness the Holy Son.

The white stairs made of unknown material are engraved with sun-pattern reliefs and ancient characters. The walls on both sides are covered with portraits of famous people from past dynasties in Chenxi, silently telling the story of those long-gone but glorious years.

As soon as I reached the second floor, before I saw Dwyer's door, I heard a burst of discussion in the corridor.

"So from now on, the land owned by the plague maker will belong to Chenxi?"

"Chenxi sent out the main force, there is nothing wrong with that."

"That's..."

"It's not just the epidemic area, it's also a bloody disaster..."