I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

All the residents of Cao City were ecstatic about the Pope's visit. They put down their work and came to see the Pope's face.

After all, nearly half of them have never left the city where they were born and raised, let alone go to the distant city of Noth to pay a visit to their religious leader. This may be their only chance to meet His Holiness the Pope in their lifetime.

So from the moment he entered the city, Phil Gray was followed by a long tail.

They enthusiastically called out to His Holiness the Pope and sang hymns praising fate.

Phil Gray always maintained a calm and composed expression, and smiled gently at them. He did not seem to be troubled by being a public figure whose every move was watched. After becoming the favored one of several gods, he had thought that this day would come sooner or later.

Now they are only the people of destiny. If one day he ascends to the throne of God and looks down, everyone in the world is his believer, what will the scene be like then?

Realizing that he seemed to have thought too much, Phil Gray criticized himself in his heart.

In his heart, he longed to become a god, not because he wanted to gain power over others, but because he wanted to go home, back to his real hometown. Now, he also wanted to help this alien world that took him in to fight against the gods of the abyss.

Before he knew it, his carriage had arrived at the lower town of Kao City.

This place where poor people live is in stark contrast to the cleanliness and neatness of the city center.

The upper classes following His Holiness the Pope were probably visiting these slums for the first time, and they couldn't believe how people could live in such an environment.

But it is precisely such an environment that breeds the most devout believers of fate and cultivates kind and simple souls.

He walked around a row of low and dirty houses and came to the place where the old woman and Barry lived based on his memory.

The narrow alley obviously could not allow the carriage and the crowd swarming around him to pass through, so Phil Gray had no choice but to get off the carriage and ask his knights to disperse the crowd as much as possible.

"Let me think, where did I bury the crown?"

Phil Gray walked to the large open space next to Barry's house. This was a place where nearby residents gathered. Several round stone piers had been sat on by generations of people and were now polished to a smooth and shiny finish. Four or five oak trees grew stubbornly here, providing shade for humans day after day.

He slowly squatted down between the second and third trees and took a brand new shovel from Ernest.

Excavate!

The remaining people who refused to leave looked at what His Holiness the Pope did curiously. Is there some secret here?

After digging almost two meters deep and still not seeing the crown, Phil Gray began to doubt whether he had remembered it wrong.

After all, I was in a hurry at that time, so I didn't bury it so deep.

"Boss, did you remember it wrong?" Eli thought so too.

Until a trembling voice sounded behind them: "Your Holiness, are you looking for a crown?"

Phil Gray turned his head to face the person who was speaking and found that it was a ragged old man.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Oh, I think I know what you're looking for. This guy certainly knows!" Someone in the crowd shouted, "A few months ago, his drunkard son was sleeping here. When he was half asleep, it suddenly started to rain heavily. When he was about to go home, he saw a crown washed out by the rain!"

"Yes, what a big and beautiful crown. His alcoholic son sobered up immediately and thought it was a gift from the God of Destiny. He was also carefree, so he immediately took the crown to the only Commercial Church shop in the city. The shopkeeper asked him where he got it, and he said it was one of the treasures he had dug up when he was adventuring with others before. Hahahaha, but the people from the Commercial Church said it was fake, made of ordinary iron, and the gems on it were just dyed stones. So he should take it away quickly." A gentleman wearing a hat and looking a little shabby also interrupted.

"And then? Where's the crown?"

Phil Gray asked.

Even if Wendell and Valk Dodd were bold, they wouldn't make a fake crown for the Pope, right? Could it be the work of the Commercial Church? But it shouldn't be the case. God exists in this world, and these businessmen are essentially believers. They won't do something that goes against their faith.

"The drunkard naturally didn't believe it, after all, it looked so luxurious and beautiful, so he went to the neighboring city of Reis, but the store there said the same thing. The drunkard was extremely depressed. He had thought of making a fortune, but he didn't expect it would be a worthless handicraft. At this moment, he was stopped by a noble young man in white clothes on the road. The noble young man said he wanted to buy the crown in his hand. Of course, he asked for a lot at first, but the young man could tell the authenticity of the crown at a glance and was only willing to give him one gold coin. The drunkard thought that one gold coin was enough for him to drink for a long time, not to mention that he had borrowed money to pay for the fare to Reis City, so he had to go home, so he sold the crown."

"But a few days after he returned to Kao City, he passed by the store of the Commercial Church and heard that their owner and two assistants were attacked one day, knocked unconscious and locked in the warehouse for a whole day. That day was exactly the day he came with the crown! When he asked about the owner's appearance, it turned out that he was not the person he saw that day. He immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap!"

Another woman with a hoarse voice said, "It's because the owners of the commercial church shops are on a rotational basis. They change from time to time, and even the locals like us can't remember them all."

"That's not a rotation, it's that they've made enough money here and are going somewhere else to make money."

Seeing that people's topics were getting more and more off-topic, Phil Gray frowned, "What happened next? Is there any news about the crown or that noble young master?"

"After that, the old man's alcoholic son told everyone about his experience. He said that the wealth bestowed on him by the God of Destiny was defrauded away by someone, and he was too unwilling to accept this. Out of regret, he drank even more. Not long ago, he fell into a cesspool and drowned due to drunkenness." At this point, the crowd burst into laughter, as if they were laughing at this farce, but the old man who spoke first stood silently by the side, looking lonely and pitiful.

Phil Gray sighed. Perhaps he had made a mistake in burying the crown here.

"Did he tell you what the noble young master looked like?"

"I seem to have heard him mention that the young master also had long gray hair and blue eyes. Well... according to his description, he is somewhat similar to you." Someone said hesitantly.

When Phil Gray heard his words, he instantly thought of the person who pretended to be him at sea. Could it be that this guy came to Chao City again after cheating Caroline?

Why did you steal the crown?

Who is he?

Phil Gray was lost in thought when he saw someone suddenly rushing towards him from the crowd. Then smoke rose up, and one after another, people holding axes ran towards him, shouting slogans:

"Kill the Dog Pope!"

"Kill the lackeys of fate!"