I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

When the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, Phil Gray and Patrick were already sitting in the tavern warming themselves by the fire. The owner was particularly generous today and added more white stones to the fireplace. Only such a warm flame could resist the cold winter outside.

"Cousin, when do you think we can go back? I just contacted them again, but there was no response." Patrick picked up the wine glass in his hand in frustration.

"It would be useless if we go back with our current strength, and it would only cause more trouble for them."

"Oh, God of Destiny, please let your devout believers defeat those evil forces as soon as possible." Patrick closed his eyes and prayed.

"The snow outside has stopped." Phil Gray walked to the door of the tavern and looked at the streets and houses flooded by heavy snow until a dusty businessman bumped into him.

"I'm sorry, sir." The businessman, whose nose was red from the cold, apologized hastily.

"It's ok."

"It's too cold outside. I can't stand it." The businessman complained a little, found a table to sit at, and smiled in the direction of Phil Gray.

Phil Gray nodded as well.

Then the businessman continued, "In winter, we should go to the southern cities. At least it won't be so cold."

Phil Gray continued to smile and did not respond.

"I don't know how many people will freeze to death this winter. I just saw a homeless man huddled at the door. I don't know if he is still alive."

"tramp?"

"Yeah, well, I was just taking care of myself. Now that it's warmer, I'm worried about the homeless man again. I want to go and check him out." The businessman stood up and shivered again from the cold.

"I'll go and take a look. You take a rest first."

Phil Gray suddenly thought of the homeless man from yesterday. Could it be him?

"Thank you, sir. You look like a kind person. The God of Life will bless you."

When I walked out of the pub, I saw a homeless man lying against the wall at the door. His clothes were tattered, his hair and beard were covered with snow, and his only leg was wrapped in rags. It was indeed the homeless man from yesterday.

"Hello, come to the pub to warm up?"

Phil Gray asked, but there was still no response like yesterday.

"cousin?"

Patrick walked over, his fiery red hair standing out in this white world.

"Come with me and help him into the pub," said Phil Gray.

Patrick frowned, "He's dirty, I'll ask Gene to come..."

"also."

Waiting for Gene to come over, he, as a professional butler, quickly moved the homeless man to a seat in the tavern. Many guests in the tavern looked over.

"I ordered some bread and hot water." The merchant put the plate over.

But the homeless man still didn't react, and they suspected that he had some mental problems.

After Patrick sat down, he kept looking at him, scratching his hair from time to time and mumbling to himself.

"What's wrong?" Phil Gray put down his breakfast and asked.

"Don't you think he looks familiar?"

"What looks familiar?"

Phil Gray tried to pick out familiar features in his dirty, bearded face, but failed.

"He looks a lot like the Duke of Surrey..." Patrick said hesitantly in a low voice, "His eyes are similar, and his nose is similar, too."

"Duke of Sari? Isn't that the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Pune? I heard a few days ago that they were discussing the issue of succession. The Duke of Sari now has only one daughter, but also an illegitimate son. The question is to whom the title should be passed." The businessman interrupted with interest. He was unexpectedly sensitive to the news.

"Don't illegitimate children have any inheritance rights?"

"But I heard that this illegitimate child is the princess's son." The merchant whispered.

Many people in the tavern pricked up their ears without making a sound.

Phil Gray sensitively captured the strange look that flashed across the homeless man's confused eyes.

He wondered if this tramp was really related to the Duke of Surrey they were talking about?

Extremely curious, he lowered his head slightly, glanced at the homeless man, and moved his lips slightly but no sound came out - "Eye of Destiny".

The real world in front of me gradually became blurred, while another scene gradually became clear.

He saw a noble boy with short brown hair and the same black eyes as the tramp. He was sparring with a man older than him who looked very similar to him, and should be his father. They were holding swords in their hands, and their moves kept changing, but the boy actually succeeded in defeating his father in the end.

The scene changed again. The noble boy, wearing the silver armor of the Knights of Fate, half-knelt on the ground, his eyes flashing with confidence. A man in white papal robes raised his sword and tapped him on the shoulder a few times.

Phil Gray was stunned as he looked at the Pope in the scene. The reason he could recognize that it was the Pope was because the white robe he wore was the one he had worn many times, and he had burned it with his own hands in Barry's yard.

The Pope in the scene also has long gray hair and ice-blue eyes. The only difference is that he is middle-aged and looks more mature and stable. Could he be the original owner's father, the former Pope?

He didn't have time to think more because the scene changed again. He saw the young man who had lost his childishness, holding a long sword, walking on an empty road with a confused look in his eyes. He seemed to have aged a lot, his clothes were a little shabby, and he even staggered when he walked. He stopped again, squatted in the middle of the road and started crying, with something clenched in his hand.

Phil Gray narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. It seemed to be a somewhat withered flower of destiny.

The scene ended suddenly. Phil Gray was a little overwhelmed and his mind was still a little confused, but it was much better than the last time he vomited blood.

Moreover, he successfully saw the changes in the fate of this homeless man before. This is the real power of the Eye of Destiny. As his divine power increased after breaking through to become the first-level follower of the God of Death, the effect of the Eye of Destiny became even better.

The information obtained this time was also astonishing.

If he was right, this vagabond was not only the son of the Duke of Surrey, but also the expelled knight for whom the apostates had been searching.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

"Then who do you think will inherit the throne? Princess Sunny is not an easy person to deal with." Patrick looked at the merchant who was already discussing with the people in the tavern. He could not take care of them for the time being and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "She once pursued your father."

"This has nothing to do with us. Go and ask the boss to book a room, and then ask Gene to help this gentleman in."

"Of course it matters. Princess Sani, your father has a good impression of our church. If her son inherits the title, wouldn't the money donated to our church every year be even greater?" Patrick kept on talking, but after hearing Phil Gray's instructions, he was surprised again, "Book a room for him?"

"Cousin, are you too kind?"