I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Impossible, how could this be? How do you know my identity?" Dwyer showed his face and stared at Phil Gray, but it was not the face of an old man, but the face of a middle-aged man. His eyes showed unwillingness and ferocity, but a long sword was pressed against his throat.

Looking to his left, there stood the knight Ernest.

"Of course I know. Do you think you hid it well?" Phil Gray raised the corner of his lips. "You were also the one who killed Miss Ella who died mysteriously."

"That day, we all drank the same wine and ate the same food, but Miss Ella died. This is very strange. But I also think of one thing, that is, she once touched the piece of cardboard you brought."

"That friend of yours also came into contact with the cardboard and carried it with him, but he was fine, wasn't he?" Dwyer said sarcastically.

"Yes, that's because he didn't drink the bottle of wine, otherwise he would have been like that poor lady. Touching the cardboard won't kill you, and drinking the wine won't kill you either, but if you meet both conditions at the same time, you will be poisoned. This is the mixed poison you made, right? You smeared the poison on the cardboard, and you deliberately stole the remaining wine bottles that day to cover up your act of poisoning them."

"That's it? Where's the evidence?"

"Also, you are not a follower of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom at all. Only by understanding ancient characters can you draw wisdom from ancient books. This is a basic requirement for His followers. But in the first cave, I deliberately made a mistake in one point. I said that the God of Time and Space rejected Duke's request because he felt that he was rude, but in fact, those words meant that He rejected it because He did not have the authority over life and death. When I asked you if the translation was correct, you said that it was indeed the case. Doesn't this just show that you can't understand those words at all?"

Dwyer said nothing, but just looked at him fiercely with red eyes.

"But all this is just my guess. In fact, it doesn't have to be so complicated. The God of Destiny gave me the Eye of Destiny. Your past and future are all in my eyes. No matter how good your disguise is, nothing can escape my eyes." Phil Gray smiled faintly. "Although a friend once accused me of prying into other people's fate casually, what happened these days made me suspect that there is a traitor among us, so I have to use the Eye of Destiny on you, Mrs. Dean, and Mr. Allen."

"The result was not beyond my expectation. It was indeed you, the plague maker who stole Dwyer's name and identity. The real Mr. Dwyer is still studying ancient books in the Light of Wisdom, and he has no entanglement with the apostates at all."

From the fateful scenes he had seen, Mr. Dwyer was relatively famous in the Light of Wisdom, especially his "believer's choice theory" which had caused quite a bit of controversy. It was no wonder that this unknown epidemic maker would say those words that made him feel high-sounding and deceive his favor. It was just that they were a group of people without insight and did not see through his fake identity.

Of course, he also discovered many unexpected things with the eyes of fate. He saw that Mr. Allen liked to live a double life, wearing women's clothes to attend celebrity parties at night, and poor Mrs. Dean used some method to preserve the body of her deceased husband and lived her daily life as if he were still alive.

As expected, everyone has their own privacy. If it weren't for this situation, he certainly wouldn't snoop into it.

"When you attacked the townspeople today, I guessed that you must have discovered something. Tonight, I also told my two friends to keep an eye on my room. If I was taken away, they only had to follow behind. Of course, I was afraid that you would poison me, so I went to another friend who was favored by the God of Life and asked for some detoxifying flowers to take in advance. But I didn't expect that you only gave me sleeping pills."

Dwyer said no more.

"Okay, now search his space stone and find the wine bottle, so that we have evidence to prove Eli's innocence. As for him, he killed so many townspeople, so let's send him to see his great god of plague." Phil Gray's eyes revealed a cold look.

"I'll let you be proud for a few more days! Great plague god Beata, you sow the seeds of plague, let the beautiful wailing echo in the world, let the pleasant crow's cry blow the horn of death, the pervasive plague is a tribute to you, and only pain can lead to the true kingdom of God!" He sang hymns praising Beata frantically until Ernest's sword cut his throat.

"Huh? We haven't asked him why he went after that girl or Eli yet," Patrick said.

"No need to ask. I used the Eye of Destiny to see that his previous family members were persecuted to death by the Holmes family, so he hates these families of the Destiny Cult. You almost exposed our identities that day. He thought we were from those families and wanted to poison us, but who would have thought that we were not interested in the flowers that Eli was looking for, but the girl took a look at them instead." Phil Gray shook his head helplessly.

"Well, his space stone should have a lot of good things." Patrick searched his clothes and finally found a belt around his waist with a small blue gem on it.

"Such a small space stone probably can't hold many good things." Patrick was a little disappointed. He used his divine power to take out the things inside.

"Well, here is the bottle. The remaining wine inside is indeed unused. Keep it for now. There are also twenty gold coins. I'm really poor. There are also some bottles and jars. They may all contain poison. Oh, there is also a book here. It is a book written in ancient characters."

"Give it to me." Phil Gray took it. The book was a bit old, and the cover was written "Anecdotes of the Gods". Yes, he had seen it when he was spying on this man's fate. It seemed that this plague maker stole it from Mr. Dwyer.

Poor Mr. Dwyer, he shouldn't have been on the same train with the man who created the plague.

However, which bold believer would write such a book? Phil Gray couldn't help but be curious about the contents of the book. But now was not the time to read, so he put the book into his space stone.

His eyes turned towards the scales of fate that were still emitting white light in the air.

"If we take down the scales of fate, what changes will happen to this space?"

Phil Gray kept his eyes fixed on the scale.

But before he could think any further.

The unexpected happened.

The scale was actually floating in the air and flying straight towards him. Phil Gray stretched out his hand and the scale fell steadily into his palm.

Patrick and Ernest were stunned.