I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"But now they are all open and honest. The old fox Wendel no longer hides his intention to become Pope. He even hypocritically tells others that he just wants the Holy See to develop better. It is only natural for a high-level divine being to be Pope." Patrick clenched his fists.

"Although I have no attachment to the position of Pope, I will never let him be the Pope. One day, I will kill them with my own hands and avenge my dead friends." A cold light flashed in Phil Gray's eyes.

"But don't worry, cousin. Our Gray family is no pushover. If they make any moves, our family's high-ranking gods will not let them off even at the risk of their lives. Father said that several families are still negotiating, and there will be a formal negotiation meeting in a few days. We will know the result then. Father and his family will always support you."

"Uh-huh."

"I also told my father that you have become a person favored by God, and he was very happy. However, my paper crane is now scrapped. It's all because I used it too frequently before..." Patrick patted his head in annoyance.

"How do we contact them after that?"

"I told my father the address where we are temporarily living. He should be able to find a way."

"It can only be this way."

Phil Gray once again felt the urgency of improving his strength.

After going down the stairs, they had a simple breakfast, and soon, other people came over.

"Good morning, boss." Eli changed his clothes today, wearing a green suit and a black hat.

"Why, what's going on today?" Patrick looked at him.

"I have to go back and pack some things. I haven't brought my flower seeds and bottles and jars yet. Who knew you would bring them here after the game that day?" Eli looked at Phil Gray again, "Boss, can I take a day off today?"

"of course can."

Eli's back was getting farther and farther away.

"This guy is so secretive." Patrick complained.

"By the way, when I went out for a walk this morning, I saw the apostate symbol on the wall of the street again. Cousin, should we go again tonight?"

He seemed to be inexplicably excited about being an undercover agent, but it would be good to go and get some information. That was how they found out about Ernest last time.

"can."

"They are still looking for the expelled knight, but they don't know that the knight is already one of ours." Patrick laughed and looked at Ernest.

"Oh, we still have a mask that day. We were going to give it to Jean, but he's an ordinary man. It's not convenient for him to move with us, and there's no need to hide. So we'll give this mask to Ernest. He looks too much like the Duke of Surrey. It would be bad if someone with ulterior motives saw through him."

"Okay." Ernest took the mask.

They never asked about Ernest and the Duke of Surrey. Although Phil Gray had seen with the eye of fate that he was indeed the son of the Duke of Surrey, why did he prefer to wander around rather than go back?

However, considering that this was the knight's family affair, they could not speak rashly.

"You're here. I didn't expect that I would come to drink with you so soon." A familiar voice came from behind.

Looking back, it turned out to be Captain Morey.

"What's wrong? Is your team so idle? Coming to drink so early in the morning?" Patrick said with a smile.

"Of course not. Yesterday, the Commercial Church accused me of breaking their rules and disrupting the trade fair. They reported it directly to the Vatican and threatened that the two shops here would withdraw from Durr City and no longer serve Durr City." Morey shrugged helplessly and ordered a bottle of wine.

"What? What about the trade?" Phil Gray frowned.

"So I was suspended for a week, but it was just a show. What about the Commercial Church? Don't they need the people from the Life Church to treat them?" Morey said with a smile, "Don't worry, their shops will not close. They just want an explanation from the Life Church."

"It's a good deal for me. I got a week's vacation for free. Well, I can spend the remaining days visiting old friends."

The pub was instantly filled with the smiles of several young people.

The daytime passed quickly, and the son of night soon covered the earth with darkness, leaving only a few stars slowly wandering.

Phil Gray and Patrick walked down the empty street with lanterns in hand, their destination being the red gate at the end of the alley.

There are more people participating tonight, probably including some new members.

Mr. Allen and Mrs. Dean had also arrived and were talking to one another.

To express his gratitude to Mr. Allen for letting him ride in the carriage last time, Phil Gray stepped forward and said hello.

"Oh, Mr. Kane, how are you doing?" Mr. Allen asked with a smile.

Mrs. Dean also smiled and greeted him.

"Fortunately, Mr. Allen seems to be in good spirits." Phil Gray smiled.

After chatting for a while, the middle-aged leader from last time came in, and everyone's eyes were focused on him again.

"Good evening, everyone. I have called you all here today because of an important matter. I know that everyone has suffered persecution from the Church of Fate, but our gods did not protect us under such circumstances." The leader spoke slowly.

"The God of Destiny hasn't come for a long time. Many people say that he has abandoned us. Although we resent him, we have been looking for reasons. Why did he abandon us? Where is he now?"

The leader's voice was flat, but Phil Gray could hear a sense of reluctance and confusion in it. The apostates here seemed to be different from those in Kao City. They were focused on wreaking havoc, but here they were trying to figure out why the gods had abandoned them.

"We are stationed in the Dur City area of ​​the Life Church because there was a relic left by the God of Destiny a thousand years ago nearby. However, there has been no clear record of the exact location of the relic. Of course, you who joined later may not know it clearly."

"We have now identified the exact location of the ruins. Although a thousand years have passed since the gods descended and stayed in this place, there must still be divine power left. In addition, other forces may also learn of the news and come to interfere. This operation is very, very dangerous, so I will not force you to participate."

He glanced at everyone present.

"Any of you who want to attend the rally can stay for a while. I will tell you the time and place in detail."

Phil Gray lowered his eyes, and Patrick pulled his clothes and asked about his decision in a low voice. He seemed to be interested, but he continued, "Cousin, although I am interested, safety is the most important thing. We..."

"We must participate," Phil Gray said firmly.

He always remembered the contents of the original owner's letter - "In every place where the God of Destiny has stayed, the God and I have prepared a generous gift for you. This is your reward and also the gift of destiny."

Since the God of Destiny has stayed here, can he find the gift given to him by the God?

Phil Gray raised the corners of his lips.