I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

After praying for a whole morning and having a simple lunch at noon, Lusen Wilde said in the afternoon that two city lords would come to visit. He took a short rest and went to the study.

Unexpectedly, the two city lords were already waiting there.

These two city lords are the lords of Noth City and Gaza City within the jurisdiction of the Church of Destiny. Both are around forty years old, one has a kind face and the other is somewhat majestic.

"Your Holiness, are you feeling better?" asked the Lord of North City.

"It's all right now." Phil Gray asked again, "The two city lords are here, but what's the matter?"

"On the one hand, we are here to visit you, and I have given the gift to your knight. On the other hand, we are here to discuss the follow-up to the God's Descent Ceremony that day." Lord North replied.

"Thank you both. I'm very sorry that this happened that day, but as believers in the God of Destiny, we should believe that everything that happens is arranged by fate, and we can only let nature take its course." Phil Gray tried hard to make up words that a devout believer should say.

I secretly gave myself a thumbs up.

The two city lords nodded, and the Gaza City Lord spoke up, "Yes, but now those apostates are using this incident to continue to spread the word that our gods have abandoned us and to discredit our church. Some people have been bewitched by them and joined the apostates. These days, they have been active in many urban areas, disrupting normal order."

"Okay, I get it. You should first appease the people and give them some appropriate favors. As for the apostates, continue to investigate them strictly and try them in public after catching them." Phil Gray thought about it and made suggestions for response.

In fact, he somewhat agreed with some of the apostates' remarks.

For example, your destiny is in your own hands, not the god of fate.

He still liked his original materialistic world, in which he could offend the gods and bring disaster at any time due to some unknown reasons.

However, now as the Pope of the Church of Destiny, he can only act in accordance with his identity and position.

After all, there is a saying in the original world: the butt determines the head.

After the two city lords left, Lusen Wilder said that Bishop Wendel was waiting outside the door and seemed to have something to say.

Phil Gray thought about it carefully and felt that Bishop Wendell seemed to be the bishop with a better temper as described by the two servants.

"Okay, ask him to come in."

"Yes."

Staring at Lusen Wilder's back, he fell into deep thought.

Phil Gray always felt that Lusen Wilder was a little strange, not only because he might know his identity, but also because he always wore his black mask. Especially in the past few days, when he saw his mask, he always had a vague feeling of panic.

Maybe I subconsciously think that he might expose me, which is why I feel this way.

Phil Gray put the matter aside for the moment.

Bishop Wendell came in, a very kind old man. Judging from his appearance, it was indeed easy for him to win people's favor.

"Your Holiness, I have been dealing with the Ceremony of Descent of God these past few days. The nobles and people who came to attend the ceremony were all concerned about you and hoped that you would be healthy, while some apostates were spreading rumors to confuse the public. There were really too many things going on, so I could only come to visit you today." Wendel looked at him apologetically.

"It's okay. Thank you for your hard work." Phil Gray replied. "I also heard about the apostates from the two previous city lords."

"They mislead the people and create trouble. I even suspect that they are behind your poisoning this time." Wendel said worriedly.

"That's unknown, but I believe the God of Destiny will give us guidance."

"Your Holiness, I think it is more important for us to let believers feel the grace of God and the mercy of the Holy See."

It’s all about winning people’s hearts.

Phil Gray thought.

"I wonder what the bishop thinks?"

"Winter is coming soon, and some poor believers may freeze to death this winter. We in the Holy See have a lot of white stone reserves, which can be distributed to these believers for free," said Bishop Wendel.

Whitestone? The first time Phil Gray heard this thing, it sounded like something to keep out the cold.

"Then let the bishop arrange it."

Wendell nodded, "But you may have to be there in person to show your care and love for the believers."

“Sure.” Indeed, if the Pope were to come to the scene, the motivational effect would be doubled. Phil Gray didn’t have anything to do anyway, so he might as well go and take a look.