I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Night soon arrived, and Phil Gray put on his cloak and headed towards the fair.

As if she recognized him as the person she and Morey had searched at the trade fair last time, the proprietress did not treat him well this time. She just said coldly, "Come in."

After arriving at the trading hall, he looked around the stalls on both sides and found the place where skulls were usually placed, but now it was empty, with no followers of the God of Death.

Did he leave because he saw that I didn't come to trade?

Phil Gray was a little disappointed. He looked at the neighboring stall, where there was a fat man.

"Hello, is this stall owner not here today?"

He glanced at Phil Gray and said with a smile, "No, he hasn't been here for more than ten days. Do you want to look for him? The boss lady is going to reclaim his stall, so this will be someone else's spot next time."

He had long since given up wanting to sell things next to this follower of the God of Death.

He believed in life and didn't want to see the various parts taken from people, but the people around him always put them in front of the stall to sell.

"Ok."

It has been more than ten days, and it seems that he has not come here to sell things since he left last time.

Phil Gray walked out of the shop. The moonlight was a little cold and his shadow was reflected on the street.

Suddenly, he found that there was a blurry shadow next to his own shadow. When he turned around, there was no one there.

Phil Gray frowned, and then the sound of wind flashed by, and a man in a black cloak grabbed his arm.

The Flying Blade of Destiny had already gathered at his fingertips, ready to be thrown at the stranger's throat in the next second.

Then I heard the man say in a hoarse voice: "You are finally here. I have been waiting for you for two or three days."

It turned out to be the person he was looking for tonight, the one favored by the God of Death.

Following him around the corner, I asked, "Why aren't you at the trade fair?"

"I'm hiding and can't reveal my whereabouts, so I can only wait for you nearby. If you didn't come today, I would have left Dur City."

"What crime have you committed?" asked Phil Gray.

"This has nothing to do with you, but I got you a big one." As soon as he finished speaking, a corpse appeared on the ground.

The corpse was that of an old man wearing a golden robe with a sun pattern painted on it. Although he was dead, Phil Gray could still feel the rich divine power in the corpse.

"Put it away quickly!" he urged.

The space stone that Phil Gray placed the body into.

The man whispered, "This is the intact body of a follower of the Daytime Prophet who was demoted by God." There was a fascination in his eyes.

God Demotion! Phil Gray was a little surprised, but the corpse of a demotion god should be a very rare thing for the followers of the God of Death. He only needed one hand, so why did he give it all to him?

"For such a precious thing, I think gold coins alone are not enough. You have to give me some other precious items." His eyes were fixed on Phil Gray.

"I just need my hands."

"No, no, no, you are also a follower of the God of Death, right? You will know in the future that the skills we acquire are always inseparable from the dead. You need hands now, which must be related to skills. Who knows if your next skill will require a head?"

What he said seemed to make sense, but Phil Gray always found it strange that he didn't keep such a precious corpse for himself. However, since it was delivered to his door, he couldn't refuse.

"I have four hundred gold coins here."

He took out the gold coins.

The man shook his head. "Not enough."

Phil Gray took out another white glove, which he had made after dinner using the corpse of the plague maker. The skill it possessed was called "Disease Spread", which could poison a person and enable him to infect people around him. However, this skill was only a listening-level skill, which was effective for ordinary people but had no effect on those favored by the God of Life. Moreover, it could be easily removed for those favored by the God of Life like Mr. Allen.

So he took it out as he thought it was useless and explained the time limit and function of its use.

The man took the gloves and seemed very interested.

"These are all I have, and I really only need hands. If you think that's not enough, there's nothing I can do." Phil Gray said calmly.

He was indeed very poor and had nothing.

"Okay, I'll give it to you. I'm leaving now. Don't mention our deal to anyone else."

"Ok."

Watching the man's disappearing back, Phil Gray put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the hotel.

Returning to the room, he took out the body and placed it on the ground.

No one knew how many days he had been dead, but the strong divine power made him look alive, and his skin showed no signs of decay.

Phil Gray took out a dagger and gently cut off his right hand.

There was a faint golden color in the bloodstains, which was very warm and made him feel like a beam of sunlight in winter.

With divine power in operation and the skill of "Right Hand of the Dead" used, the palm slowly turned into a golden glove.

Phil Gray's face was pale and he felt a little dizzy. His spiritual power was exhausted and he was almost fainting. Without time to look at the function of the gloves, he quickly took the remaining bodies back into the space and fell on the bed.

The morning light shone into the house through the gaps in the window bars, and Phil Gray rubbed his eyes.

When he woke up again, only a small part of his divine power had been restored.

Unable to suppress his excitement, he checked the gloves on the table, "The Blazing Sun Sword. You can use divine power to condense it into a Blazing Sun Sword."

Moreover, the deceased was good at using swords during his lifetime, and after putting on the gloves, he became a master of swordsmanship!

"The accumulation of experience certainly shouldn't be left in the grave, old sir. Just wait for me to continue to develop your Sun Sword." Phil Gray said with a smile.

After washing up, he was about to go downstairs to eat, but suddenly he saw a small golden sun on his wrist, about the size of a fingernail, and he almost didn't see it.

"What is this? When did it appear?" Phil Gray's heart tightened and he washed it with water again, but the mark did not change at all.

He tried to channel his divine power to the location of the mark, and the mark emitted a faint light.

"What on earth is going on? The sun is the symbol of the Day Prophet. Could it be because I cut up the body of that God-demoted Blessed One yesterday?"

Phil Gray looked solemn, "Will this mark appear if his body is moved? What is its purpose?"

He walked down the stairs with a heavy heart, and heard Eli talking to Patrick about something while holding a newspaper from the Church of Life.