I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Creating illusions is the ability of the Dream Cult. I'm afraid they are also involved." When Ernest mentioned the Dream Cult, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Cousin, I received four bottles. I wonder what the growth liquid is used for?" Patrick came over and looked at the small bottles in his hand. They were now at the door of the Cathedral of Life.

The merchant took the bottle excitedly, he didn't expect to get such a harvest. Although he didn't know what it was, the things of those favored by God must be treasures.

The other gods' favored ones had already left, and the cathedral cleared out all the people who came to pray, and even hung a sign at the door saying it was closed for a week.

"This growth liquid is actually a mixture of their divine power and some special liquids. It can shorten the growth cycle of plants and small animals. The concentrated growth liquid can make a seed bloom and bear fruit in an hour." Ernest explained.

"Oh, that's indeed important for them who like to cultivate exotic flowers and plants, but it's of no use to us." Patrick said disappointedly.

The businessman also looked disappointed, but still held it carefully in his hands.

"Is Eli still in there?" Phil Gray asked.

"Well, I see he's still talking to that bishop."

"Then let's wait."

Time flows slowly until the sun gradually sets.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think I have to take my leave first. I have some business matters to deal with today. See you!" The businessman smiled apologetically.

"Okay, Mr. Ron, see you later!"

Phil Gray and others watched him get into the carriage.

Not long after the businessman left, Eli came out. Patrick greeted him and said, "You finally came out!"

"Who are you?" Eli frowned.

"What? You want to default on your debt?" Patrick looked a little angry.

Phil Gray pulled him behind him and removed the mask from his face.

Patrick suddenly realized what was going on and took off his mask.

Eli was stunned when he saw that it was Phil Gray and the others, then he smiled and said, "Why, are you afraid that I'll run away?"

"No, we are here to pick up our teammates in person. We warmly welcome you to join us!" Patrick clapped his hands excitedly.

"Of course I am not a person who goes back on my word, but if I want to work for you, you will be responsible for the expenses of food, clothing, housing and transportation for the next five years, plus you will have to give me 20 gold coins every month."

"What?" Patrick glared at him. In the past, he naturally didn't care about these few gold coins, but now they didn't have that much money.

"Of course, welcome aboard." Phil Gray smiled kindly.

Eli said nothing more and followed them naturally.

"Did the bishop give you any compensation in the end? You should have gotten the flower of destiny." Phil Gray rented a carriage and asked casually.

"Every year, the ownership of the three flowers of destiny is allocated in advance. I don't have a chance this year, but he promised to give me one next year, plus thirty bottles of growth fluid."

"That's it? You should blackmail them severely. After all, you almost lost your life and exposed the conspiracy of the Bloody Disaster." Patrick said speechlessly.

"What do you know? This bottle of growth liquid is only worth 10 gold coins, and sometimes you can't even buy it with money." Eli looked at Patrick with contempt.

"That only works out to 300 gold coins..." Patrick muttered.

"Only? Do you have a lot of gold coins?" Eli asked Patrick with interest.

"I..." Patrick was speechless.

Eli turned his attention to Ernest again. He didn't pay much attention to the fact that he only had one leg. He just didn't know which god he believed in. The strong divine power showed that he was also a person favored by God.

Those favored by the same god can naturally sense each other, and can even judge the other party's level based on the strength of the divine power. However, if they are not favored by the same god, they can usually only feel that the other party has divine power, but cannot know the god he believes in or his level.

Of course, there are some exceptions, such as the believers of the God of Life who all have a strong breath of life. They are welcomed by most people, so there is no need to hide.

In addition, the believers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom are mostly scholars, and the believers of Persi, the Guardian of Craftsmen, are mostly craftsmen, who can be identified by their unique identities.

He smiled and spoke.

“I didn’t see this person that day.”

"Oh, I forgot to introduce him. He just joined us. His name is Ernest," Phil Gray introduced.

"Okay, Phil, what's this poor fellow called?"

"What do you mean poor? I'm not a poor guy!" Patrick retorted angrily.

Ernest also looked at him with dissatisfaction. Obviously, he was not dissatisfied with Patrick calling him a poor guy, but with him calling the Pope by his name.

Phil Gray sighed helplessly, "His name is Patrick, he is my cousin. Also, because of my special identity, you should not call me by my name, just call me..."

Before he finished speaking, Eli spoke first: "Boss?"

"That's fine." Phil Gray couldn't think of any other name for a moment.

The carriage fell into silence.

Special identity? Countless thoughts flashed through Eli's mind. Phil Gray, this name does seem to have been heard somewhere before. Where exactly? He narrowed his eyes.

Finally they arrived at the hotel and got off the carriage. It was almost evening and they were starving as they had not eaten at noon.

When Gene saw his young master and His Holiness the Pope coming back, he thoughtfully ordered dinner and drinks for them.

"Look at this tavern, do you remember anything?" Patrick winked at Eli with a smile.

"What?" Eli wiped the table before sitting down, and he seemed to have some mysophobia.

"You promised to return the lady's gold coins three times!"

Patrick "kindly" reminded.

"Of course I remember, but I have to wait until the lady comes to this tavern again. I don't know where she lives."

Eli took only one bite and put down his knife and fork. "I'm afraid these peaceful days are coming to an end. The Bloody Disaster will not just strike once. This failure will only make them act like crazy again."

“But that’s not something we should consider.” Eli smiled and played a tune.

Phil Gray was a little worried. Given the current situation of the Holy See and the threat of the Bloody Disaster, what should they do?

"What's wrong? Boss, are you worried about something?" Eli crossed his legs, but considering that it was not gentlemanly, he put them down again.

Phil Gray shook his head and didn't intend to tell him yet.

"Eli, do you know how to make his legs grow again?" Patrick asked, pointing at Ernest, after wolfing down the food and finally having his mouth free.