I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Great, we can go there and do the mission."

Phil Gray has heard Patrick complain a lot in the past three days. As far as he knows, they have less than 10 gold coins left. If this continues, they will be homeless.

And he needed more gold coins to pay for the dead man's right hand that the man would bring seven days later.

"How about we set off now?"

"Of course no problem, you're the boss, I'll listen to you." Eli raised his eyebrows.

Patrick and Ernest naturally had no objection.

The winter sun was exceptionally warm, the snow had almost melted, and the green trees and grass on the streets made Durr look like spring. Only the still cold air reminded them that it was winter.

They all got in a rented carriage and drove towards the Cathedral of Life.

"If we buy a carriage we won't have to spend the money on leasing."

Patrick said.

"We won't stay in Dur City for long, and it would be a waste to buy a carriage. Do you still remember your carriage that was left in Kao City?" Phil Gray shook his head.

After chatting for a while, we arrived at the Cathedral of Life.

Maybe because it opened early and many people didn’t know about it yet, the Cathedral of Life was a little deserted today, with only a few priests cleaning the door.

After entering the church, Eli pointed upwards and said, "The mission hall is on the third floor."

"How many of you are here to carry out the mission?"

an elderly priest asked in a friendly tone.

"Yes."

"There are a lot of tasks piled up in the past three days. You can pick the one that pays the most."

"Thanks for the reminder." Phil Gray smiled back.

This was what he had originally planned, but when the reward was generous, he also had to consider the difficulty of the task.

When Phil Gray arrived at the third floor, he was immediately attracted by the huge mirror suspended in the air.

The mirror was about three meters high, with a green carved frame. What was reflected in the mirror was not a person, but rows of continuously scrolling words, just like the electronic screens he had seen on Earth.

Looking closely, those words are specific tasks, with numbers before the tasks.

It's amazing, Phil Gray couldn't help but exclaim.

"This is a sacred object of a bishop of the Church of Life - a split-screen of the Mirror of Life. There is such a split-screen in the church in every city of the Church of Life. The content on the split-screen can be shared in real time in dozens of cities. This is also to facilitate those favored by God to carry out cross-regional missions." Eli explained, with a bit of awe in his tone.

"Is the holy relic so powerful?"

"Of course, holy objects are also divided into different qualities, but as long as they are holy objects, they are extremely precious and their power is also very strong."

"How are the qualities of holy objects classified?"

"There is no clear division. The holy objects of each god play different roles. There is no way to compare and divide them. For the gods' favored ones, the holy objects that suit them are the most powerful. The holy objects of the God of Life naturally cannot play the role they should in the hands of the gods' favored ones." Eli pointed at the mirror and said, "Look to the left. There are missions for the local city of Dur."

"Which mission do you want to do? Write down the number in front and give it to the pastor over there."

Phil Gray looked back and saw a row of tables on the south side of the mission hall where a pastor was sitting.

Besides them, there were only two or three other people who came to do the mission, silently looking at the Mirror of Life.

"Cousin, I looked carefully and found that this task is the simplest and easiest."

"Which one?"

"Just 2203."

Phil Gray looked carefully and saw that it said "2203. Please help a countess reunite with her lover."

"What kind of mission is this? Why is it posted in the mission hall of God's Favored?" Phil Gray was about to complain about Patrick when he saw the reward following it was 500 gold coins.

This is quite a lot.

Let’s take a look at the other tasks below. They are all about escorting important nobles to other cities, collecting certain materials, or eradicating the plague makers in a certain place, and the rewards do not exceed 100 gold coins.

This task of 500 gold coins is indeed the one with the highest reward.

"Shall we go and ask about the details of this mission?" Patrick asked.

"What happens if the mission fails?" Phil Gray looked at Eli, who said nonchalantly, "It's okay. You can tell the priest here that you give up the mission, and it will reappear on the Mirror of Life, waiting for the next one favored by God."

"Then you can give it a try."

"This task is also very interesting." Patrick said with a smile.

Phil Gray nodded. At least the reward was the highest.

"I'll go ask first, and you guys can look here to see if there are other more suitable tasks."

"Okay." Patrick and Ernest nodded, but Eli still didn't know what he was thinking and walked back and forth casually in front of the Mirror of Life.

Phil Gray walked to the big table on the west side. At this time, a man who seemed to be on a mission also came to his side, but he didn't care.

"Hello, I want to take a mission." Phil Gray greeted them first.

The man next to him knocked on the table, as if to express that he also wanted to take the task.

"Which mission do you two want to take?"

"2203."

"2203."

Phil Gray cast his eyes towards the man next to him, who was wearing a black tuxedo with a dark green gem brooch on the front of his clothes and a pair of white gloves.

There is a strong breath of life on his body, and it seems that he is a favored one by the God of Life.

The man also glanced at him lightly and turned away.

"Are you two together?" the pastor asked hesitantly.

"No."

"I am a noble. How could I be in the same group with a commoner?" The man laughed and urged, "Hurry up, my time is very precious."

"Gentlemen, would one of you consider switching missions?"

"No." Phil Gray shook his head. This mission offered the highest pay and didn't seem dangerous, so how could he change it?

"I won't change either."

"This..." The pastor was a little embarrassed, "I have to ask the person in charge."

"Okay." Phil Gray nodded politely, then looked around casually.

"How can you, a commoner, accept such a mission? Are you trying to get close to the nobles? Give up this idea. Nobles and commoners are like doves in the sky and worms on the ground. There is no way they can get along equally. And you can't complete this mission."

He looked Phil Gray up and down. The man in front of him had short golden hair, an extremely ordinary face, and a brown cotton coat that only ordinary civilians would wear. There was not even any aura of divine power on him. Of course, he could not rule out the possibility that he used items to conceal his divine power, but he probably wouldn't have that.

Phil Gray was speechless. How could he meet such a person when accepting a mission? If he quarreled with him, wouldn't he be reduced to Patrick's level, which would be really damaging to his demeanor.

But he couldn't swallow the provocation of others.

"What about you? As a noble, do you take this kind of mission just for the reward of 500 gold coins? As a noble, you are still short of this little money. You must be a fallen noble. Tsk tsk, that's too pitiful." Phil Gray said with a smile. His tone was still calm, but it sounded extremely sarcastic to the people around him.

"Who is down and out? I took this mission for Miss Julie." The noble glared at him and blushed for a moment when he mentioned Miss Julie, but he seemed to have to maintain his demeanor and didn't say anything more.

"Oh? Then you're probably not the lover mentioned in her mission? What? A humble secret admirer?" Phil Gray casually rested his hands on the table, looking very interested.

"you……"

"What's going on? Is there a quarrel over there?" Patrick looked at his cousin who seemed to be arguing with the person next to him, and that person glared at his cousin fiercely.

His anger rose and he stormed over.

Ernest also turned his attention away from the densely packed tasks and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.