I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Holy Son? Oh, you have been traveling a lot, so you really don't know much. Currently we have three Holy Sons and one Holy Daughter, all of whom are at the divine revelation level. Among the three Holy Sons, two are older. They seem to be the bishops of the city of Girardga, ​​which is the headquarters of our Holy See. They have also served as bishops in other cities before. They are quite experienced and all come from large families.

There is another Saint Son who is relatively young, and it is said that he will soon be able to break through the God level, but his family background seems not very good. No, it cannot be said to be bad. He was once a descendant of an ancient family of my religion, but that ancient family was destroyed, and he is the only one left. "

Arthur took another big sip before continuing, "As for the Saint, that's the legend here. She is the offspring of the undead and humans, and her mother is a corpse, so she is naturally friendly to the undead and is favored by the god of death. She is also very beautiful. I once met her when I went to the headquarters to study, but unfortunately she is already married, and her partner is also a powerful undead in the abyss."

"Humans and the undead can have children? And they can be partners?"

Phil Gray was a little shocked and looked at Eli for confirmation.

Eli explained, "Only a few. When he said that, I seemed to remember that I had dealt with this sister when I was a child."

"See, I told you that you were children of high-ranking officials in the church? And you didn't want to tell me that no ordinary person could deal with the Saint. Even I, the son of a city bishop, have only had the honor of meeting the Saint a few times." Arthur seemed to be a little drunk. His cheeks turned rosy, and he looked more like a living person from pale.

"We just live close by," Eli spread his hands.

"Come to think of it, my sect actually has two true saints and saintess." Arthur suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

Phil Gray asked knowingly.

Eli became interested and wanted to know what these people thought of himself and his sister.

"Well, I also heard this from my father. The current saints were all chosen by the Pope and the Council of Elders, not by the gods. But more than 20 years ago, there were two saints and a saint girl with the mark of gods. They were chosen by the God of Death himself. What a pity." Arthur shook his head. "It takes hundreds of years to produce one. It's a pity that they are gone just like that."

"Why is it gone?"

"I heard that both of them died young. Maybe the God of Death liked them too much, so he took them away when they were still young. But could the God consider our church? The Church of the Dawn has two saints with the mark of God. In this regard, aren't we at a disadvantage?" Arthur muttered.

Eli sneered. If it weren’t for those indifferent elders and their weird ideas, how could his sister have died because of not getting medical treatment?

The reason those people didn't save her was simply because they thought the god of death liked her too much and wanted to summon her back to the abyss, so they couldn't go against the will of the god of death.

Let her return to the embrace of God as soon as possible.

How ridiculous!

Phil Gray looked at Eli comfortingly, and Eli said it was okay. He had now found a way to win his sister back, and didn't want to dwell on the past anymore.

Arthur didn't notice the movement on their side. Instead, he said with a gossipy look on his face, "By the way, speaking of the Son of Dawn, do you know what happened a few days ago? It was about the new Son of Dawn who turned out to be the Pope of Fate!"

"Yeah, I know, that was really shocking." Phil Gray pretended to be shocked.

Eli echoed, "Yes, it would be great if he was also the Holy Son of our Church of the Dead. I heard from the grapevine that he is also the favored one of the God of Death."

"I've heard about it, too. I think it was from the mouth of a traitorous knight commander. But that Pope didn't show any skills as a Death's Blessed One, and we can't be sure if he's the one favored by our God. But how can you think so? I can't imagine the scenario where we and Dawn's group have the same Pope." Arthur shuddered, indicating that he didn't understand his friend's thoughts.

Their aversion to light is innate, how can it be easily overcome?

If a follower of the Dawn really became the Pope, what would the undead who hold high positions in the church think?

"Who knows? It's not certain." Phil Gray said with a smile.

"Hahaha, but I'm so envious. Who wouldn't want to..."

Before Arthur could finish his words, he slammed his head on the table.

Phil Gray and Eli were startled, and then they saw the proprietress coming over and chuckled, "This guy is drunk again. He can't drink much, but he always likes to drink. He may not wake up until night after this sleep."

"He's just drunk, that's good." Phil Gray was relieved. He thought something had happened to the kid and he was temporarily called away by the God of Death.

"Let's send him back. Do you know where the bishop's house is?" Eli asked.

"I know. It's just..."

After sending the dying Arthur to the bishop's house, his housekeeper took the young master back.

At this time, Arthur was a little more sober. He shouted enthusiastically to the two friends he had just met, "You don't have a place to stay, right? Just stay at my house for one night. It's just in time for you to follow the Vatican's convoy to the headquarters tomorrow morning."

With the help of the housekeeper, he managed to straighten his back and patted his chest. "I will tell my father about you guys in a minute. I forgot to ask, what are your names?"

"Milu." Kane's name can no longer be used. Everyone knows that it is the alias of the Pope of Destiny in Dawn. In this case, His Holiness the Pope can only continue to use the name of another of his own male servants.

In this way, when these two names spread throughout the continent of Weir, the two servants Kane and Milu can still exchange their experiences.

"Eli." Eli did not deliberately hide his name. Perhaps he came back this time just to stir up a lot of trouble.

"Oh, I remember it, but the name Eli sounds really familiar. Where have I heard it before? Huhuhuhu——"

Before he could remember, Arthur fell asleep standing up.

The butler awkwardly helped the young master up, then sent two maids to take them to the guest room.

The room was rather eerie, with black curtains and sheets, and five dim white stone lamps hanging from the ceiling, with their shadows dancing on the ground.

Phil Gray wondered if a group of people living in such an environment would become depressed.

But judging from Arthur's performance, it is indeed impossible to judge by common sense.

The night passed quickly, and the light of dawn was blocked outside the thick black curtains, making Phil Gray feel that it was still evening, but in fact it was already late.

Pushing open the door, the dazzling white covered the entire courtyard. The pure black building and the pure white snow formed a strong contrast.

"Hi, two friends, good morning." Arthur was wearing a black armor, revealing a creepy white face.

Phil Gray felt it was a little strange that the whiteness on his face had rubbed onto his helmet, so he immediately gave a reminder.

"Ah? Sorry, ahem, I just put on some powder. You know, the girls I teach always like white skin, the whiter the better, so I put on some powder." Arthur scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, took out a small mirror from his waist, and wiped off the marks.

"So that's how it is." Phil Gray didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a black bishop's robe walked over. His face was very majestic and he exuded a strong aura of death.

"This is my father, the bishop of our Catomero City. Father, these two are the benefactors I told you about last night."

Arthur said cautiously.

"Yes." The bishop nodded and glanced at them with a majestic gaze. When he felt that Eli was at the same level of divine revelation as himself at such a young age, a bit of appreciation appeared on his face.

"Arthur told me yesterday that you have considered participating in the selection. If you are willing, I can give you the spot. You two are indeed the few outstanding young people I have ever seen. The convoy is at the city gate, and the Knight Commander of our city will take you to the headquarters."

Although they don't know what this selection is, it must not be a bad thing as only outstanding young people will have the opportunity. Of course they are willing to join the team here.

The two nodded.

A smile appeared on the bishop's serious face: "Praise death, and I wish you two a safe journey."

"In praise of death."

"Praise death," Phil Gray and Eli replied.

Although I know that this is a common phrase used by believers in the God of Death, it sounds weird, as if it is cursing others.