I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The entrance of the cave was a bit narrow, so they walked in with their heads down and their backs bent. The leader led the way in front, and Ernest walked at the end.

After walking for a long time, the cave became darker and darker. Fortunately, they brought a lamp with them. After a while, they felt that the cave became wider and they could walk upright.

Phil Gray looked at the walls of the cave on both sides as he walked, but there was nothing special about it, just ordinary soil, with no patterns or anything.

Until they reached the end, there was a very large space, at least ten meters high, and they looked extremely small inside.

"There's such a world in there!" Patrick exclaimed.

"There are rock sculptures on it!" Mrs. Dean exclaimed, pointing above.

Unlike the earthen passage, the inside is surrounded by rocks, which are covered with dense patterns. There is a circle of glowing beads on the top, making this opaque world in the cave as bright as the outside.

Above their heads are statues carved into the rock. Looking closely, they are statues of the God of Fate, and next to him is another god.

Patrick and Ernest wanted to kneel down and pray immediately, but considering their current undercover identities, they had to restrain their impulse.

"Who is the other god?" asked Phil Gray.

Dwyer said, “This should be the deity believed in by the Eternal Church, Waton, the god of time and space.”

"It seems that these are not only the remains of the God of Destiny, but the remains of two gods." The leader's eyes revealed surprise.

Phil Gray looked around like everyone else until he saw the brightly colored murals on the far left.

Others also saw it and came over.

It shows two gods drinking. Their faces are not painted, but there is golden light emanating from around them. Judging from their figures and attire, they are the God of Fate and the God of Time and Space, and there is a person kneeling next to them.

Then the painting shows the kneeling person looking at the god pleadingly, as if speaking.

The next painting shows Ansiel, the god of fate, taking out a scale. There is also divine light painted around the scale, and the light shines on this person.

"Here, there are words here!" Patrick pointed to the small words below.

The handwriting was a little blurred, but the text from thousands of years ago was no different from today, and Phil Gray could easily understand the content.

"This is the greatest honor for a believer! The god I believe in has come to the world and enjoyed the fine wine I brewed for him! If anyone is lucky enough to see this record I left behind, please spread the word. I am Duke Pope, the favored one of the God of Destiny.

The God of Fate and the God of Time and Space came here, and I offered fine wine to the two gods. I felt ashamed that the wine from the world could not be worthy of the dignity of the gods, but I did not expect to receive praise from Ansel and Waton.

I also expressed my request to the gods: my life is limited, and I will be old and weak in a few years, but I still want to travel around the world of Weir and brew more fine wine for the gods.

Waton said that the power of life lies in the hands of the God of Life, and the power to avoid death lies in the hands of the God of Death. He cannot grant me eternal life. But my god has a way. He took out the scales and shone the divine light on me. I know that even after ten years, I can offer Him the best wine in the world again! "

"What does this mean? If the God of Time and Space has no solution, how come the God of Destiny has one?" Phil Gray asked in confusion.

But he saw that everyone else was looking at him. "Do you understand everything?" Patrick asked.

"This is text from thousands of years ago. Although it has almost evolved to be close to today's text, some parts are still in the style of ancient characters, like the one at the back, which we still don't quite understand." Mr. Allen pointed to the last paragraph.

The Weir world has a history of recorded civilization of tens of thousands of years, but too much of the ancient history was written in primitive characters. Later, the characters evolved into ancient characters seven or eight thousand years ago, and then into the intermediate form of characters that evolved from ancient characters to simplified characters nearly a thousand years ago, and then to the simplified characters used now.

This passage is exactly during the period when ancient characters evolved into simplified characters. They can understand most of the fonts, but still cannot understand some characters.

But in Phil Gray's eyes, he could understand all the fonts in it.

Could this be another privilege given to me by the God of Destiny? Phil Gray thought to himself, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and explained, "You know I like reading books. I bought a book about ancient characters before, and I learned a little bit from it."

Then he told everyone the specific meaning of what he saw.

Phil Gray pointed to the last paragraph. "This believer asked the gods to grant him eternal life. Waton thought the believer was rude and rejected his request, but Ansel agreed. He took out the scales, and the ending said that he would be able to continue offering wine to the gods for another ten years."

He looked at Dwyer again. This favored one of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom must have a better understanding of ancient texts, so he wanted him to confirm what he said.

Mr. Dwyer nodded after hearing what he said. "That's exactly what it says."

"If I were Waton, I would have refused him. The fact that God is willing to enjoy his wine is the greatest gift. He even uses this to ask God to grant him eternal life. He is really asking for more!" said Patrick.

"So the function of this scale of the God of Destiny is to grant people eternal life? The God of Destiny should not have this authority." The leader stared at the scale in the painting.

"That's unknown, but I've never heard of any believer who lived a long time collecting fine wine. His name is Duke Pope, right? I've never heard of this person." Patrick shook his head.

Putting aside their curiosity about the text for the moment, they began to explore again.

Phil Gray ran his hand over the intricate patterns carved around him. Some of them looked very familiar, the Flower of Destiny, the emblem of the Church of Destiny, but he could not quite understand the other long square patterns.

"This is the emblem of the Eternal Church," Eli explained.

"I thought their emblem was an hourglass or a clock or something."

"The church of the six main gods can be said to be as old as the history of this continent. At that time, there were no such things as you mentioned, so it is naturally not their church emblem."

As Eli explained, he saw Phil Gray glance at him and point to the depression between the many church emblems.

This is the shape of the flower of destiny.

Eli had a flash of inspiration and a flower of destiny appeared in his hand. For Eli, a master of flower collection, this was exactly his strong point.

Phil Gray took the flower and slowly placed it into the depression, making sure the petals were flat and fitted perfectly.

Just as I was about to complain about my childish behavior, I saw only white light in front of me, the sound in my ears disappeared, and the whole cave fell into silence.