I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Hey, look at him, he's smiling like a flower, and he doesn't look half-dead anymore some time ago. It's true that power is the most important thing for men, and women and love are just icing on the cake. When my sister recovers, I will never let her be cheated by any man." Eli stood by the window with his chin in his hand and said to His Holiness the Pope beside him.

"Patrick is finally happy for a while, so don't poke at his difficulties." Phil Gray looked at his cousin with a smile.

"But he was too cowardly and just ran away. Those two Ediths are really pitiful." Eli spread his hands.

"He'll figure it out eventually."

After Patrick's efforts, he finally got hold of the bishop of the west district.

This bishop has been bribed by the royal family of the Puna Kingdom, and often secretly passes on some internal information of the Church of Destiny to them, including but not limited to information about senior priests and bishops of the Church of Destiny, and the attitudes of the top leaders of the Church of Destiny towards the countries of Weir.

After Patrick reported the incident, the bishop was dismissed from his ministry and the Church of Destiny also issued a warning to the Kingdom of Pune.

The entire day today was busy with the inauguration ceremony of two new bishops.

In addition to Patrick becoming the bishop of the west city district, a middle-aged God-blessed person in his forties took over as the bishop of the north city district.

He worked diligently in the district for more than ten years, and successfully took over the position after his original bishop was executed after a fair trial by the people.

As the bells of the Vatican rang, the two new bishops came under the statue of God.

Patrick was wearing his new bishop's robe, his face lit with irrepressible joy and pride.

"How many people of my age can become bishops?"

"Ahem, yes, compared to you, I am simply ashamed of myself." The bishop of the North City District standing by also had a happy look on his face, but his age gave him a unique calm temperament.

"Ah, no, I didn't mean that you are old. To be able to sit in the position of bishop, even if it is a small regional bishop, is something that many people dare not dream of."

Patrick hurried to explain, but for some reason it felt weird after he said it.

"Hahaha, let's work hard together in the future."

The bishop of the northern district of the city did not take it seriously. The young master of the Grey family was actually somewhat naive and cute.

Phil Gray came over and read the appointment letters to them one by one. His voice was solemn and clear: "Patrick, you have won the trust of God and the love of believers with your firm belief and unremitting efforts. Today, in the name of the Pope of the Church of Destiny, I appoint you as the bishop of the western district of North City. I hope that in the days to come, you will continue to uphold justice, spread the glory of destiny, and lead the people of your city to a more glorious future."

Another bishop's letter of appointment was much the same.

They received the appointment letters amid the applause and cheers of the believers, and bowed deeply to His Holiness the Pope and the people present.

Phil Gray was also happy when he saw Patrick's proud look.

In fact, if he had not wanted to satisfy his cousin's little thoughts and help him get out of his decadent mood of emotional entanglement, he would not have specially held such a grand inauguration ceremony.

After the ceremony, His Holiness the Pope and the new Bishop of the West City District rejected many family invitations and instead hosted a small banquet.

A few young people gathered in the Pope's palace to drink and eat, drinking pure wine brewed from the flower of destiny.

In order to satisfy the picky appetite of His Holiness the Pope after his return, Fate specially spent a large sum of money to keep a visiting follower of the God of Food as their new kitchen supervisor.

At least there won't be any more food poisoning incidents like the one that happened when Phil Gray first came to Destiny.

At this time, there was no pope, bishop or knight anymore, only a group of companions who depended on each other after going through many things.

They talked about the future and discussed their plans for finding the power of God.

At this moment, Milu came over to report that there was a man outside who called himself Barry and wanted to meet His Holiness the Pope.

Phil Gray stood up suddenly, unable to believe his ears.

"Invite him in quickly!"

Today seems to be full of surprises. The savior who has been hard to find actually came to my door!

Phil Gray could hardly contain his excitement.

The others sat at the table, drinking quietly. Of course, they had heard His Holiness the Pope mention the young man who had suffered misfortune because of helping him.

I just hope he can live a happier and more comfortable life in the future.

Milu nodded and immediately trotted out. After a while he brought Barry back.

Barry was wearing coarse cloth and a worn cashmere hat, looking particularly shabby as winter was approaching.

His chin was covered with blue stubble, his eye sockets were a little dark, his lower eyelids were drooping, his face had a sad expression, and his eyes were no longer as clear as before.

"Barry, I'm sorry, how has your year been?"

Phil Gray felt extremely guilty towards this child who lost his mother because of helping him and had to flee.

As soon as he said this, he felt that what he asked was meaningless. How could he live a good life?

Even an ordinary person would be unable to sleep or eat well when facing the pursuit of a huge church, let alone a person with a child's mind.

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of life he would live.

What if Barry resented himself for bringing disaster upon them?

Unexpectedly, Barry just looked at him stupidly, "Brother, hug."

"what?"

He watched Barry suddenly smile as warmly as usual, as if all the sorrow and suffering had not broken his soul.

For a moment, Phil Gray seemed to be back in the afternoon in Kao City, when Barry excitedly introduced his good friends to him.

Maybe this child has never blamed himself.

He also considers himself a friend.

Although he has become the Pope, he is not reluctant to give a hug to the children who have suffered misfortunes due to his involvement.

"I'm sorry, I will take care of you for your mother."

Phil Gray took a deep breath and decided to take good care of this innocent child and fulfill his promise.

He walked forward, stretched out his arms, held the child in his arms, patted his back gently, and helped him to heal the sad past. From now on, they would be family and live a happy life.

"Brother, hug, no."

Barry continued.

"What's wrong with you?" Phil Gray remembered that although Barry's IQ was only seven or eight years old before, he could speak complete sentences and have basic communication with people. Why is it that now he can only utter words one by one?

What exactly did this child go through during this period of time?

"Brother, don't."

Barry's eyes were suddenly filled with pain and fear.

Phil Gray suddenly felt something was wrong, but he had already hugged the other person. Just as he hurriedly pulled away, he felt a powerful force burst out from Barry's body, and then the scene in front of his eyes turned blood red.

Suddenly the world spun around, he saw Barry's face torn into pieces, his body turned into countless wriggling maggots, the tattered linen clothes soaked in blood falling to the ground, the cold tip of the sword of the captain of Kao City, and the old woman giving him a disappointed look before she died.

How could this be?

Blood continued to flow out of his mouth and a roaring sound came from his ears. He tried his best to mobilize all the divine power in his body, but his body was like Barry who turned into a piece of flesh and blood in front of him. It was broken to the point that his divine power could no longer function.

It seemed as if there were many tiny worms swimming in his blood vessels, devouring his flesh and blood and gnawing at his nerves.

But his mental suffering still overshadowed the physical pain.

"Why did Barry die too?"

He was very sure that this was not an illusion in a dream, but the real Barry.

He exploded before his eyes!

Who on earth did this? What sect did this?

A heart filled with anger and sorrow overwhelmed his entire mind. He could not bear the double impact on his body and mind. His eyes turned black and he fell to the ground.

"His Majesty!"

"Phil!"

"Cousin! Oh my God!"

Everyone present was extremely anxious. They never expected that His Holiness the Pope would be attacked unexpectedly.

"Don't touch the blood, there's something in it!" Eli shouted.

"Wow, wow, I'm going to find father and Bishop Dominic. Cousin, you hold on." Patrick ran out sobbing.

Ernest's arm, which was holding the Pope, was covered with blood. Soon, his blood vessels tightened and small, swimming worms appeared under his skin.

He used his other hand to quickly cut off half of his arm and used his divine power to stop the blood loss. During this series of actions, his expression never showed any pain. Instead, he kept his gaze on His Holiness the Pope, his brows furrowed, and was full of worry.