I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray counted. "Forty gold coins."

"Well, it's not a wasted trip."

"I always thought there was something weird about her."

"Is it possible not to blame him if he has mental problems?"

"What a touching love story. No wonder it made a young girl fall into such an illusion." Eli held the book and read it carefully.

Wait? Books?

"Why did you bring this book back? Isn't that a bad thing?" Phil Gray looked at Eli helplessly.

"I just want to see what kind of magic this book has that can make a listening-level God-favored One so deeply attracted to it."

"Do you suspect there's something wrong with this book?" Phil Gray asked thoughtfully.

"No, the most likely possibility is that Miss Julie's mental condition was worrying to begin with, and she developed hallucinations due to the stimulation of this love story."

Eli was still reading a book, and the whole carriage was filled with the sound of him turning pages.

When they were almost at the tavern, Eli put down the book in his hand, looked around casually, and saw a man standing on the street.

He has a lean body, short brown hair, a pair of sapphire blue eyes, and a charming smile on his handsome face, which makes him look particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Wait, look, does that man look like the little carpenter Miss Julie described?" Eli pointed in a direction.

Phil Gray looked, but saw no one.

He looked at Eli with a strange expression.

"No one's here, have you seen a ghost?" Patrick laughed.

"Stop!" Phil Gray hurriedly stopped the carriage.

Although the driver was puzzled, he still stopped.

"Impossible, he's so real." Eli frowned and stared at the man.

Immediately, he relaxed and concentrated his divine power on his eyes. The figure of that person gradually faded and turned into a string of colorful bubbles that disappeared before his eyes.

"He disappeared and turned into countless bubbles..."

Eli was in a trance.

Then he and Ernest said in unison: "Dream Cult!"

The people in the carriage looked at each other. "This book will cause hallucinations in those who read it, perhaps through the arrangement of words or some other means," said Eli.

"Even a God-favored person like you can have hallucinations, so Miss Julie's mental condition is not a problem, but she is affected by this book." Phil Gray said, and then asked, "Then her date with the carpenter at night was real, but it was just a dream?"

"That should be the case. The followers of the God of Dreams are very strong in the fields of illusion and dream-making. I was deceived by their illusions at the beginning..." Ernest's voice was a little heavy.

"Go to the Earl's Palace of Tours!" Phil Gray said to the driver, "I will give you double the money when you get there."

The coachman was a little confused. Didn't he just come out from there? Why did he go back again? However, he didn't ask because he could make money anyway.

The car turned around and drove in the opposite direction.

"You think it was the followers of the God of Dreams who did this?"

Count Tours looked at the people who had come back and picked up the tea in his hand.

"Yes, this book will cause the reader to have hallucinations and be able to clearly see the characters in the book." Phil Gray handed over the book.

"I haven't read it carefully." Count Tours took it over. "Ivy, where did you get this book, Miss?"

The maid standing next to her thought for a while and replied, "More than half a month ago, the young lady attended a gathering and brought this book with her when she returned. She said it was given to her by her good friend."

"What meeting?"

"The lady didn't take me with her. She said that only those chosen by the gods can participate."

"You go down first."

"Yes."

It seemed to be a gathering of those favored by God. Thinking about what the nobleman named Caesar said, it should be the gathering they knew.

"If it was given by her good friend, then the book should have become popular in the aristocratic circle. The nature of the problem is not that simple." Count Tours looked a little serious.

Phil Gray also thought so. He wondered how many copies of this book were printed and how many noble ladies fell into hallucinations.

"It's not appropriate for me to go. You and my daughter are both favored by God. Please inform the Church of Life about this matter." Count Tours was just an ordinary person, although he knew a lot about various religions and favored by God.

"Ok."

"Thank you. I wonder how my daughter can get rid of the hallucination?"

Phil Gray shook his head. "We don't know yet, but don't worry, the Life Church should have a solution."

Eli is a male and a follower of a remarkable level, so he can see the truth through his divine power. However, Miss Julie was too deeply affected by the book. It was not just a simple illusion. Her story had already progressed to the point where her father broke up the couple. It was not easy for her to get out of the illusion.

"Then let's go to the Cathedral of Life first." Phil Gray said goodbye to Earl Tours and drove towards the cathedral with everyone else.

"Things are getting more and more interesting." Eli stretched. It was almost evening, and they had spent almost the entire afternoon traveling in the carriage.

Fortunately, there were still people in the Cathedral of Life at night. After they entered the mission hall on the third floor, they saw the pastor from this morning. He was napping on the table and it seemed that there were not many people there.

Phil Gray politely woke him up, "It's you!" The pastor was impressed by them.

"We have something important to say. Today's mission..." Phil Gray briefly recounted the situation.

"I'm afraid you can't make the decision, and neither can your person in charge. Call your bishop," said Eli.

"The bishop is not in the church. I will tell the person in charge first. You guys wait a moment." This pastor was a person favored by God and he realized the seriousness of the problem.

The person in charge of the mission hall was the elderly priest. After waiting for a while, Phil Gray saw him walking towards him in a hurry.

"He has told me that this matter is indeed worthy of attention, and we will deal with it after we report it to the bishop." The elderly priest looked solemn, with worry in his eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work. When you take on the next mission, the church will give you an additional 20% as compensation," he added.

"Okay, if nothing else, we'll leave too."

Phil Gray said.

They walked out of the church side by side. "Next mission? Tomorrow?" Eli raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, we didn't gain anything else today except these forty gold coins," said Phil Gray with a smile.

"God of Destiny, I hope they can help that young lady return to normal." Patrick drew the pattern of the flower of destiny with his fingers.

Eli smiled and said nothing.

They finally returned to the tavern safely.