I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

How come he suddenly completed the motto of the God of Death?

"Listen to the teachings of the dead", he just sent some flowers and read the epitaph.

Teachings of the dead?

Teachings?

Phil Gray suddenly thought of something and looked forward hastily, only to find that the old man had disappeared.

There were only his footprints on the snow-covered ground.

He looked around anxiously, but found that the entire cemetery was still extremely quiet, with no signs that the old man had just been there.

It turned out that he was not a gravekeeper, but the deceased of this cemetery.

"Thank you!" Phil Gray shouted.

Then he continued his work, placing a flower in front of each tombstone.

Until he came to a tombstone. There was no snow on it. He looked at the epitaph on it - "Here lies a member of the Church of the Dead, who greeted his death under the gaze of the God of Life."

The handwriting on the ? ? ? spot is so worn out that it is hard to recognize. I think it should be the word "believer" or "favorite".

Phil Gray smiled, presented the flowers and bowed.

The evening sun was a little dim and the temperature was even lower. Phil Gray wrapped himself tightly in his cotton coat, walked out of the cemetery and closed the gate.

There were definitely no carriages near the cemetery, so now he had to rely on his own legs to get out of the Baiju area.

Fortunately, his breakthrough into becoming the favored one of two gods had greatly improved his physical strength and endurance. He did not feel tired after a day's work, but was full of energy.

After walking for half an hour, he finally got on the carriage halfway.

In the car, Phil Gray reviewed the skill "Right Hand of the Dead" that he had just acquired after the breakthrough.

The method used by God was engraved in his mind.

Through the "Right Hand of the Dead", he can turn the right hand of the dead into a pair of gloves. After putting on the gloves, he can use some of the abilities of the hand owner in his previous life. These abilities are exerted through the right hand.

If the owner of the right hand was a knight in his lifetime, then after putting on the gloves, he would be able to pick up the knight's sword skillfully and freely.

This skill is too powerful.

However, there are some restrictions. For example, the gloves can only be worn once a day and cannot exceed three hours. The right hand of the deceased must be very complete with skin retained. He cannot look for skeletons of people who have been dead for thousands of years.

Phil Gray was so excited that he couldn't wait to find the right hand of a dead person to verify it.

However, it may not be easy to find in Life Parish.

Also, he successfully became the favored one of the God of Death, which proved that the same person could be the favored one of two gods. This would probably shock the entire Weir world.

He suppressed his excitement and decided to keep it a secret. He also couldn't tell his cousin Patrick, otherwise he would question his devotion to the God of Destiny as the Pope.

Fortunately, after the power of the God of Death merged with his previous divine power, it no longer had the original gloomy feeling. Even the aura of the God of Destiny was almost gone. Others should not be able to tell that he was the favored one of the God of Death. He was now more like an ordinary person.

He has already become the favored one of two gods, so can he become the third one? Phil Gray suddenly had an idea, but this requires opportunity. It is not so easy to hear and complete the motto of the gods, so he can only try again in the future.

Thinking about it, he calmed himself down and looked into the distance.

But I saw three or five people kicking and beating a homeless man at the corner of the street. They were grinning. After one person kicked him, another quickly kicked him again. One person even pretended to unbutton his pants and urinate on him, but he probably felt very cold and gave up the action.

The homeless man did not resist, but just held his head silently and allowed them to bully him.

The blood flowing on the white snow on the ground looked bright and dazzling.

Phil Gray struggled for a while, and when he was about to lose sight of the people's backs, he finally shouted to the coachman, "Stop for a moment."

He ran towards the group of people and easily subdued the bullies with the physical strength of a God-favored One. The bullies were knocked to the ground, groaning softly.

"You kid,...what does this have to do with you?" One of them had a fierce look on his face and cursed with vulgar words, but the middle part might be the local dialect and he didn't understand it.

Phil Gray didn't answer, but kicked him a few times in the face, knocking the man who had just climbed up to the ground again.

The other people lying on the ground saw this and quickly ran away while groaning and pulling the man who had just fallen.

The curses disappeared into the air.

Phil Gray looked at the homeless man who was still sitting in the corner. His clothes were ragged and his skin was red from the cold wind. Fortunately, he didn't have any serious injuries. Although some wounds were bleeding, they were not deep. However, just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he found that the homeless man seemed to have only one leg.

How pitiful.

He approached the homeless man, "Are you okay?"

The homeless man did not answer him. He kept staring at the corner with a confused look on his face.

Hey, he sighed and took out two silver coins from the space, "Go buy some clothes and food."

The homeless man still didn't respond, so he could only put the silver coin in front of him and leave.

He thought that such a thing would not happen in this parish that respects life, but it turns out that there are exceptions to everything.

Not everyone respects the rules and fears the gods.

We got on the carriage again and the journey was peaceful, and we soon returned to the inn.

As soon as he entered the tavern on the ground floor, he heard a voice calling him cheerfully, "Cousin, come quickly!"

He looked towards the voice. It was Patrick, but his hair had been dyed red. The fiery red hair was extremely fluffy, like a burning flame, but more like a red rooster with its feathers blasted.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Cousin, what do you think of my hairstyle? I should have listened to you and changed it earlier. Now I feel I am a lot more handsome than before. What do you think?" Patrick said happily.

“It does look quite lively.”

He hadn't expected Patrick to dye his hair red, but as long as it covered his gray hair, it wouldn't make any difference.

"Cousin, did anything special happen to you on the way?"

"No, I just went to the cemetery to see where an ancestor I had read about in a book was buried."

"That's it."

As night fell, guests walked into the tavern in groups of three or four.

The tavern became lively and seemed particularly warm on a winter night. The smell of burning white stone was immersed in the aroma of barbecue. It seemed that the boss was going to serve new dishes tonight.

Phil Gray raised the corners of his lips.