I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"A few days? Maybe ten days or so." The man thought for a moment and replied.

"So long?" Phil Gray frowned.

"Yes, this is the area of ​​the Church of Life. I have to go back to the area of ​​the Church of the Dead to make some purchases. It will take a long time to go back and forth. Do you think the bodies of the God-favored can be seen everywhere?"

"alright."

"You need to prepare the gold coins. I can get you some more. See you here in ten days."

"it is good."

Phil Gray walked out of the trade fair, feeling somewhat disappointed. He just wanted to improve his strength as quickly as possible. Among the skills he had mastered now, the Eye of Destiny could only serve as an auxiliary. To improve his combat effectiveness, he had to rely on the Right Hand of the Dead.

But ten days are too long, and no one knows what will happen in these ten days.

It was late at night when he returned to the inn. There were few people in the tavern on the ground floor, but he saw Eli drinking by himself there.

"Why do you look so depressed? Didn't you buy what you wanted?" Eli put down his wine glass and watched Phil Gray sit opposite him.

"Patrick told you that?"

"Well, he said you went to the trade fair."

"Do you know where I can buy things from those favored by God?" asked Phil Gray.

"Look at this." A large piece of paper appeared out of nowhere on the table in front of him, covered with words. Fortunately, everyone else in the tavern was drunk and lying on the table, and did not notice this scene.

Eli should also have the Space Stone, Phil Gray speculated.

"What is this?" He picked up the paper. The layout on it gave him a very familiar feeling. Isn't this...

"The newspaper within the Church of Life," Eli replied.

I didn't expect there were such things as newspapers in the Weir world.

Phil Gray felt a little emotional.

"The Flower Exhibition of the God-favored in Dur City has ended successfully, and he is the first place winner!"

The headline on the front page is actually like this. It seems that no matter which world it is, people are used to catching people's attention in this way.

The following article introduces the situation at the flower show that day, of course focusing on Eli, and the description of him is full of praise. It also talks about the sudden situation that happened later and expresses apologies to those who paid attention to the flower show.

Phil Gray smiled. No wonder Eli collected the newspaper.

"I didn't tell you to look at this!" Eli snatched the newspaper, "Look here."

He was pointing to a small corner on the far right.

The purchase information is neatly arranged on it.

“Purchase the juice of the Tree of Life for 500 gold coins.

Purchase mermaid scales for 80 gold coins.

Purchase the holy object of the God of Life, 100 blue crystals."

"If you want to buy something, you can go directly or write to the newspaper of the Church of Life. They will publish it for you, but they will need a few gold coins as a handling fee." Eli explained.

"So, if anyone has it, how can they contact me?"

"They will mail the items to the newspaper, or they will arrange a time and place for you to trade in person through the newspaper."

"It's actually still possible." Phil Gray looked at the newspaper again and again.

"Only people within the Life Church can get this newspaper?"

"The newspaper is run by the pastor of the Church of Life. Only believers of the God of Life or other gods recognized by the church can subscribe to it." Eli yawned. "Anything else you want to ask?"

Phil Gray sighed, "If that's the case, then I'm afraid what I want can't be published here."

"Ah? What do you want?"

"The dead man's right hand."

"...That's true. They are very taboo about these things. But aren't you the one favored by the God of Destiny?"

"Yes, but I have other uses for it."

Eli looked at him with interest, not even sleepy anymore, "Why, do you have a special hobby?"

"No." Phil Gray rolled his eyes at him and continued to ask, "In what ways can the God-favored Ones make money?"

"Well, there are many ways. The more formal way in Dur City is to complete the tasks entrusted by the Life Church. The jurisdiction of the Life Church is too large, and all kinds of things happen every day. The number of God's Favored Ones in the church is limited, so naturally they can't handle all the things. Therefore, they will issue tasks and entrust God's Favored Ones in the folks to complete them. The reward each time is quite considerable."

"Where can I get the mission?"

Eli spread his hands, "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do now. The mission was accepted at the Cathedral of Life, but as you saw today, the cathedral is closed for a week."

"Ok."

Phil Gray walked up the stairs.

"Cousin, come here." Before he could reach his room, he was pulled aside by Patrick.

"You're still awake? What's wrong?"

"Cousin, there are two more people now, including my servant, so there are five of us in total. Accommodation and food in this hotel cost money, and I don't have enough gold coins. And look at that guy down there, he ordered a lot of expensive wine tonight, and he still wants a salary of twenty gold coins a month." Patrick made a face in dissatisfaction.

"It's okay. Have you ever heard the saying, 'The wool comes from the sheep'? Don't worry." Phil Gray patted Patrick on the shoulder.

"Well, when the day comes when I don't have enough money, I will sell my body rather than let you starve! I never thought that a spendthrift like me, Master Gray, would have to worry about money one day, and even be called a poor bastard by that guy. What a strange fate."

Phil Gray smiled and went back to his room.

Three days passed in a flash. During these three days, Phil Gray first went to the bookstore in the city center and bought some books introducing the customs and cultures of various places, including some travel notes. He still knew very little about this world. For example, he had never heard of the Tree of Life and mermaid scales mentioned in the Life Church newspaper that day.

He also went to the cemetery again, hoping to see the deceased again, or to inspire the next level of the God of Death's motto. After all, the God of Life's words "They should not have such a fate" was too abstract. He had no idea so far and could only start with the God of Death. However, another trip to the cemetery did not yield any results.

Early in the morning, Phil Gray was reading in his room after dinner.

"Cousin, Gene told me that Ernest's legs have fully grown back." Patrick shouted excitedly at the door and knocked again.

Phil Gray put down the book in his hand and opened the door, "Really? I'll go and take a look." He remembered that when he went to see Ernest yesterday, his legs had only grown to the calf part. The pain of growth made the tough knight sweat all over. Patrick's eyes were filled with tears when he saw him.

"Huh? It seems that it is not necessary." Patrick said with a smile.

Phil Gray saw Ernest coming toward him, legs straight, though he didn't look quite right yet.

He knelt on one knee and said, "Your Holiness, thank you for awakening me from my decadence and healing my legs. I will protect you with my life and honor!"

"Okay, get up. Have you regained your impressive strength now?"

Phil Gray helped him up, and this time Ernest did not refuse.

"I have recovered somewhat, but I haven't used my skills in many years, so they are a little rusty. It will take time to fully recover."

"It's okay, take your time."

"Hey, what are you doing at the door? Well, not bad, not bad, it's healed in three days. You have a good physique." Eli's room was diagonally opposite theirs. He seemed to have heard the noise from their side and pushed the door open and walked out.

I don’t know if he heard the voice of “Your Holiness the Pope”.

"There is another good news, Boss. The Cathedral of Life is open ahead of schedule."