I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Boss, good morning. Would you like something to eat?" Eli pushed over a plate of bread decorated with red berries.

Patrick brought a glass of milk.

Phil Gray sat down and picked up his knife and fork. "What's the big deal? I see you guys were having a heated discussion just now."

Patrick smiled and said, "Did we have a heated discussion? Oh, Eli just saw in today's newspaper that the bishop of the Dawn Church was seriously injured and came to the Life Church to ask for treatment. Not only did the Life Church fail to cure him, but the bishop died directly and the body was lost on the way back to the Dawn Church."

"Yes, but it is a newspaper of the Church of Life after all, so there are naturally all kinds of cover-ups and excuses in the report, such as the attack by the Church of the Dead. In any case, the reputation of the Church of Life will probably decline this time." Eli also spoke up. Although he was also a follower of the God of Life, he did not join the Church of Life.

The moment he heard that the body was missing, Phil Gray's knife and fork stopped in mid-air and his expression became strange.

Could it be that the corpse that the man gave him yesterday was the bishop of the Dawn Cult?

He touched the sun mark on his wrist inconspicuously.

Worry and concern arise in my mind.

"What's wrong?" Eli asked when he saw Phil Gray suddenly become absent-minded.

Phil Gray stood up with a serious look on his face, looking at Patrick who was still laughing, "Stop laughing, come with me, I have something to tell you."

After returning to the house and closing the door to make sure no one could overhear, he showed his wrist.

"Cousin, what is this?"

Eli frowned, "Sun Mark? Did you move the bodies of the Dawn Cult members? That's not good. They can track your location through this mark."

Surprised that Eli knew about this mark, Phil Gray told them what happened yesterday, including the fact that he was the follower of the God of Death.

The main thing is that he can't explain why he collects the hands of the dead, and if Eli is right, they will soon face the pursuit of the Cult of the Dawn.

I was the one who caused such a big trouble, I can't let my teammates follow me and escape without knowing what's going on.

But they were not surprised that the body was that of the stolen bishop;

"Cousin, how is it possible? How can a person be favored by two gods at the same time? Impossible, impossible." Patrick shook his head rapidly.

Eli was also staring at him with a serious expression. He had never seen Eli like this before. Even when he was framed that day, he remained calm.

"Do you know what it means that you are the favored one of two gods?"

Phil Gray nodded. "I know. It's never happened before."

Eli shook his head. “No, you don’t know. This overturns the history of the Weir world for thousands of years and the entire religious system of the Weir world. All churches will be shaken, and even the gods will be doubted.”

"Ah?" Phil Gray didn't expect it to be so serious.

"Don't let anyone else find you except us," Eli warned word by word.

"I understand, but now, what should I do?" Phil Gray raised his wrist.

Eli frowned. "In the past, when the people of the Church of the Dead wanted to use their corpses as materials, they would always control some inanimate objects such as skeletons and undead to place their marks on them, and then throw them back into the Abyss of the Dead. Naturally, the Dawn Cult could not track them."

"How do you know so much? I didn't even know." Patrick asked curiously.

Eli glanced at him and continued, "This mark will last for a month. During this month, the people of the Dawn Cult will be able to track your location, making it difficult to hide."

"One month? Is there any way to eliminate it in advance?" Eli shook his head. "I haven't heard of any way to eliminate it."

"If we were to say who on this continent hates the Church of the Dead the most, it would definitely be the Church of the Dawn. That's why they developed this kind of thing. They hate having their bodies used by others after death the most." Eli sighed.

“I thought the Church of Life was the most hostile to the Church of the Dead,” Patrick said.

"No, life and death are interdependent. Even though the Church of Life hates death, they live in peace with the Church of the Dead," Eli explained.

Bang bang bang, there was a knock on the door, "Boss, are you awake?"

It was Ernest's voice. "Should we tell him this?" Patrick asked.

Phil Gray nodded.

"Where did you go so early in the morning?" Patrick asked first.

"Oh, I went to the Cathedral of Life. The young priest who received us last time told me that there was a mission with extremely high pay and asked if we wanted to take it." Ernest replied, looking at them, as if wondering why they were all in the Pope's room.

"How could he tell you?" Patrick asked curiously.

"Well, when I left last time, I gave him a gold coin and asked him to inform us if he had any high-paying missions."

Ernest was obviously inspired by what Mr. Caesar and Eli said last time.

"Is there any good mission this time?" asked Phil Gray.

"Yes, I checked. It's about escorting a noble to the capital of the Pune Kingdom. You need to accept the mission to view the specific mission details. The departure point is not in Dur City, but in the next city. The reward is 1000 gold coins."

"The reward is indeed generous, but I have something to tell you." Phil Gray repeated what he had just said.

Then he stared at Ernest closely. He was not really sure how this knight with loyal faith viewed his Pope, who was actually the favored one of the God of Death.

"To be honest, I didn't pray to the God of Death, nor do I believe in him, but I really don't know why I could hear His words, and even more unexpectedly, I fulfilled His words. But since I can be favored by Him, I certainly won't give up this way of increasing my strength." Phil Gray stared into his eyes and said sincerely.

Ernest froze in place, silent for a long time, and then he spoke, "You are the favored one of the two gods, I have no objection. No matter how the people of the Dawn Cult chase you, I will protect your safety."

Patrick patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "That's right. Becoming a God's Favored One is chosen by the gods, and we certainly cannot interfere. This is enough to prove how outstanding my cousin is. He is the object of competition between the two gods!"

Phil Gray smiled, "Now, shall we go check out that well-paid mission you mentioned?"