I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Besides, he is not very devout to the God of Destiny.

Not to mention daily prayers, he really couldn't even sing hymns praising the god of fate.

Is this God's compensation for his time travel?

At this moment, he remembered another voice in his mind before - "Listen to the teachings of the dead."

If "listen to the whispers of fate" is the motto of the God of Fate, then are the teachings of the dead from the God of Death?

At that time, I entered the death passage that Wilde used to teleport, so I was contaminated by the breath of the God of Death.

So the God of Death also wants to become one of His favored ones?

Phil Gray rubbed his temple and said, "Patrick, do you think it is possible for a person to be favored by two gods?"

"How is it possible? Can a person love two people at the same time?"

Not necessarily. Some people can divide their hearts into many pieces, and each piece hides a person.

"It's the same with faith. Of course, sincere faith can only be given to one god."

"Is that so?" Phil Gray seemed to be thinking about something. However, according to the promotion path of those favored by God, as long as one hears and completes the maxims of God, one can obtain the abilities bestowed by God. Now he has heard the maxims of the God of Death.

If he completes this motto, will he gain the power of the God of Death?

Maybe it's worth a try, but the last time he "listened to the whispers of fate", he completed it because he felt the impermanence of fate and was stimulated by the death of the old woman. So how can he complete "listening to the teachings of the dead"?

Without thinking about these things for now, Phil Gray looked at the sky. It was already completely night. "Do you know where I can buy disguise items? We'd better prepare some."

Patrick thought for a moment and said, "If I want to buy something like the Transfiguration Slime, I can't go to a regular store. I have to go to the God's Favored Trade Fair."

"The trade fair is organized by the Commercial Church. There are people from the Commercial Church in every city. I think there are some in Durr City as well. There will be a night session in the evening. Cousin, shall we go and take a look?" Patrick suggested.

"Okay, but we have to disguise ourselves first." Phil Gray took out the remaining shape-changing slime, with just two chances left.

He and Patrick disguised themselves and walked into the street.

It was a bit cold and windy in Durr at night. The newly fallen snow covered the roads like a white carpet. Under the moonlight, the whole city was as bright as in the daytime.

"Cousin, are you cold? Let's go buy some winter clothes first." Patrick sneezed.

Even at night, many shops are open.

They randomly found a store, spent three silver coins, and changed into ordinary cotton clothes. After all, they had to hide their identities and could not wear anything too fancy.

They left two rows of footprints on the neat white snow.

After walking for a while, Patrick pointed to a store on the corner and said, "This is it. Look, there is a symbol of a pocket filled with gold coins on the store sign. This is the emblem of the Church of Commerce."

The Commercial Church is also a relatively powerful religion, composed of believers who believe in the God of Wealth. This church is different from other churches. It has no pope and only one leader, the president.

The members of the Commercial Church pursue wealth, and their traces can be found in cities all over the East and West Continents. Their headquarters is in the southeast corner of the West Continent, which also belongs to the Puna Kingdom.

"Welcome, gentlemen."

A woman who looked like a proprietress came out with a sly smile on her face and fiery red lips.

"We're going to the evening session of the fair," said Patrick.

The proprietress nodded, "Okay, both of you follow me."

The outer room was filled with shelves of daily groceries, and the proprietress led them to a huge oil painting of a woman with short curly hair. The painting had gorgeous lines and bright colors, and must be a painting by a master.

The proprietress gently pushed it open and it turned out that the oil painting was a door, behind which was another room.

The room was very large, and the exquisite chandelier made the entire room extremely bright. There were tables and chairs arranged in two semicircles inside. There were many people sitting in the left and right semicircles, and the tables in front of each person were also filled with goods.

In the middle are customers coming and going, stopping in front of each stall to make purchases.

"If you want to sell things here, you have to give some money to the Commercial Church, so that you can have a seat." Patrick explained in a low voice.

Phil Gray looked at the goods for sale on both sides with great interest. The goods here were strange and bizarre. There was even a dead person's skull on one table, which looked eerie and scary.

"Do you want it? I'll sell it to you at a lower price, 300 gold coins. The owner of this skull was a degraded god in his lifetime. I wouldn't sell it to you if I wasn't short of money recently."

The owner of the table was a man wearing a black cloak, whose face could not be seen clearly. He spoke in a hoarse voice.

Phil Gray quickly shook his head and walked away.

"That person should be the one favored by the God of Death. For them, this material should be rare."

After walking for a while, Patrick stopped and asked, "How much is this mask?"

Phil Gray looked at it. Was it a mask? It looked exactly like a real human face.

"Sir, it's ten gold coins each. My mask is of good quality and can be used for a year without any problem!"

Patrick was about to take out the gold coins but was stopped by Phil Gray.

"Three for twenty gold coins!" Phil Gray said, and Patrick looked at his cousin in surprise. He obviously didn't expect that his cousin the Pope would bargain.

The stall owner wasn't too happy, but after some bargaining, they managed to buy the three masks for twenty-five gold coins.

After getting their stuff, they walked out of the store.

"Cousin, I really admire you so much."

"We don't have much gold coins left, so we should save as much as possible. I can't expect you to make money for me." Phil Gray raised the corners of his mouth, but his face was obviously still expressionless after the disguise.

"We do have to figure out some way to make money, though."

Phil Gray was very envious of the goods at the trade fair.

Patrick nodded. "This is still a low-level trade fair. If we have money, we can participate in high-level trade fairs. At high-level trade fairs, we may see holy objects. Holy objects can greatly enhance the abilities of those favored by God."

"Holy object?"

"Yes, holy objects refer to things that gods leave behind in the world or items that they have touched. In addition to this method, Shinto and quasi-god-level gods also have the opportunity to create holy objects after death."

"Oh." Phil Gray was thinking about how to get some gold coins quickly, but he inadvertently saw a familiar sign painted on a wall in front of the street.

That is?

A fist tightly holds a flower of destiny, with broken petals underneath.

Are there apostates from the Church of Destiny in the Dur Diocese?

Phil Gray was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said to Patrick, "I'll take you to a rally."