I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"The Church of Destiny was extremely glorious in the past. The several major families favored by the God of Destiny were quite famous in the East and West Continents. But now, even the church is only left with the embers of its former glory. However, everything declines for a reason, and the truth will eventually come out." Dwyer did not say whether he believed their excuses or not, but just said it with emotion.

"It's late, go back and rest early. My old bones can't compare to you young people."

"Okay, Mr. Dwyer, see you tomorrow!"

Phil Gray looked at the old man's back as he walked away. "There are such wise men hidden among the apostates in a small city, as well as the leader of the high-level God's Favored Ones. I am a little curious about why the Church has not been overthrown by the apostates over the years?"

"Not all apostates are so powerful, and they don't screen members very strictly, so those who sneaked in are probably undercover agents like you and me." Patrick said, holding up the light in his hand and looking around. "Now there are only two of us left, I want to see if there is anything else hidden here."

"Apart from the Vatican, what other force would be interested in these apostates? And as far as I can see, the Vatican is now busy fighting among itself and has no time to bother coming here as an undercover agent," said Phil Gray.

Patrick knocked and felt around, but this was just an ordinary basement, without any hidden mechanisms or other things. He smiled and said, "Aren't we undercover? They should feel honored that the great Pope is here to be an undercover agent."

"Hush!" Phil Gray was somewhat helpless. "You'd better not mention anything about our identities. If there is someone eavesdropping here, we will be doomed."

Patrick patted his face and said, "Okay, I'll be careful next time." He walked out of the basement and looked at the dark passage outside. He waved the light in his hand around and said with relief, "Fortunately, fortunately, there is no one eavesdropping as you said."

"Go back early, we still have to prepare for departure tomorrow."

They returned to the hotel, and considering that the others had already gone to bed, they could only inform them about going to the ruins early the next morning.

Silent all night.

Early in the morning, Patrick notified Eli and Ernest one by one. Fortunately, Eli came back yesterday after they went to the meeting, but he looked half sleepy.

"Should we bring some food? And something warm? The ruins must be very cold, so bring a blanket, and some hot water and wine." Patrick was extremely excited, as if they were not going to a dangerous place but to a vacation.

This young master, who has been staying in the family all year round, has never participated in such an event.

"Whatever you want. You have a big space, so we have no objection." Eli yawned and waved his hand. "But I'm quite interested in Mr. Dwyer you mentioned yesterday. I wonder if he knows where the golden butterfly flowers grow."

"What do you want so many flowers for?" Patrick asked curiously.

"The motto given to me by the God of Life is to use 100,000 different kinds of flowers to praise the miracle of life."

"Collect 100,000 kinds of flowers?" Patrick was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Yes, I have only collected 20,000 species over the years. I cannot collect so many flowers by my own strength, otherwise I would not have thought of upgrading with the help of the Flower of Life. However, I am interested in a legendary flower." Eli took out a colorful book, "The book records that there is a kind of golden butterfly flower in the Western Continent. It grows in the sun and has never seen a shadow."

"A flower that has never seen a shadow? How can it grow forever in the sun? Do you think the Child of the Night is just a decoration?"

"But the words of the God of Life are indeed very specific and straightforward, unlike our God of Destiny, which always seem like riddles... Oh no, God of Destiny, I don't mean to be dissatisfied with you." Patrick pretended to pray.

Everyone else burst out laughing.

"gone."

Phil Gray and three other men got on the carriage and rushed to the city gate.

The time in the carriage was very leisurely. Eli was catching up on his sleep, Ernest was staring at the scenery outside in silence, and only Patrick was excitedly talking about all kinds of unrelated topics.

Phil Gray picked up some new books to pass the time.

As soon as I walked out of the city gate, I saw a few figures. They were the people who stayed behind from yesterday's rally.

"You are here." Mr. Allen was carrying a suitcase but did not bring any servants.

"Mr. Allen, these are my two friends, Eli and... um, Or." Afraid that the leader would know Ernest's identity, he randomly gave him a name.

"Okay, hello, gentlemen." Mr. Allen smiled and nodded at them.

"Is Mrs. Dean not here yet?" Phil Gray glanced at the people around him. The leader was sitting on a slope looking into the distance, and Mr. Dwyer was sorting a cloth package.

"No, let's wait a little longer," said Mr. Allen.

The sun was gradually setting from the zenith to the west, and noon was about to pass. Just as the leader said he was about to set off, he saw a breathless figure running in from the city gate.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. My husband has always disagreed, and it took me a lot of effort to convince him." Mrs. Dean said to everyone apologetically.

She was carrying a small bag and wearing a tight black dress, probably for ease of movement.

"Okay, let's go. The ruins are located in an area near Guk City. It will take about two days to get there from here." The leader took out a cowhide map and said.

"You take the carriage, and I'll ride on horseback."

Phil Gray looked in the direction the leader was heading.

It was a wide carriage that was large enough to seat many people. Three sturdy white horses pulled two carriages. There were four seats in each row. The black roof covered the carriages tightly, and there were glass windows underneath, which could block the wind and snow without obstructing their sight.

There was also a black horse next to the carriage, tall and strong, with long mane. It held its head high and waited for the leader to walk over before rubbing his cheek affectionately.

Along the way, there were snow-covered farmlands and winding paths. Once you walked out of the area of ​​Dur City, it was hard to see green trees and flowers.

Occasionally they saw a few estates and farmers wandering outside.

"Where are we going to rest tonight?" asked Mrs. Dean, who was sitting in the front row.

"It depends on the leader. I don't know if there is a place to rest nearby." Mr. Allen said.

When the sun was about to set below the horizon, they saw the outline of a village in the distance and heard the leader's voice, "Let's speed up and go to the village ahead."

Ernest, who was driving the carriage outside, flicked his braid and sent powerful divine power into the bodies of the three horses.

The speed of the carriage increased instantly and caught up with the leader who was running in front and was almost invisible.

The entire village appeared before their eyes.