I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"What are you still standing there for? Keep looking. I'll go ask the train manager if there were any passengers who left the train just now." Patrick said to the servant.

"Well, Master George, where are you?"

The servant walked along the aisle, shouting, and the passengers in each compartment cast curious glances at him.

Eli and Ernest also went to other carriages to search.

Phil Gray came to the compartment where George was sitting. There was a long sofa for people to lie down, and a cup of still warm coffee on the small table in front.

No useful clues were left.

"how's it going?"

Several people gathered at the door of the crew room and shook their heads at each other.

"The person in charge of the train just now said that it seemed that a few passengers got off, but he didn't notice what they looked like." Patrick said helplessly.

The other passengers stayed in their own compartments and didn't pay attention to who passed through or who went out.

Phil Gray and others looked out through the window. This was a wasteland with lots of dead grass, dead trees, and strange rocks. Several people were doing something under a tree.

But it was clearly not George.

"Let's go down and look for it. Eli, you and this servant continue to search in the carriage to see if there are any clues that we have missed." Phil Gray said, pushed open the door of the carriage and walked down.

When we got under the tree, we saw a couple playing with a little girl, and not far away from them stood two men smoking rough tobacco.

"Over there!" Patrick suddenly shouted, pointing at a big rock. Phil Gray shifted his gaze over there and saw a figure slowly walking out from behind the rock. Who else could that be but George?

They hurried over, “Master George, what’s wrong with you?”

George saw them and smiled, "Oh, I just felt too stuffy in the big house, so I came down to get some fresh air."

Phil Gray and the others were speechless. “You should have told us. We thought you were arrested.”

"It's okay. I'm just the son of a duke. No one would attack me in the area of ​​the Church of Life." George said nonchalantly.

Patrick snorted and walked towards the column in dissatisfaction.

Phil Gray walked last, looking thoughtfully at the dirt on George's clothes.

At this moment, he saw the two men smoking tobacco under the tree, and suddenly two bows and arrows appeared in their hands, and the target the bows and arrows were aimed at was George!

"not good!"

The arrow flew towards George, and Ernest's sword cut off the arrow at an extremely fast speed. A white light flashed in his hand, "Destiny Guardian!"

The white semicircular barrier protected Phil Gray and George in the middle, and then he and Patrick ran quickly towards the two people under the tree.

The couple under the tree squatted on the ground holding the little girl, trembling as they watched the scene.

"How could this happen!" George was panicked, with sweat breaking out on his forehead.

At this time, two more men ran over, seemingly having just come down from a large column. They had grim expressions and held heavy swords in their hands.

Phil Gray turned sideways and watched them stabbing at George with their swords. The light of the white barrier was getting weaker and weaker, and it was about to be cut through by them.

The Fate Blades he threw spun in the air, but were all blocked by them.

"War Cage!"

One of them whispered, and George was instantly trapped in an iron cage.

"No! Don't kill me!" George watched in panic as the iron cage broke the barrier, and their heavy swords were about to chop him down, but the cage imprisoned him in place, unable to move.

Phil Gray put on the gloves of the Burning Sun Sword, and his divine power condensed. A burning sword appeared in his hand, and he also had an extremely mysterious feeling, as if he had practiced sword skills for decades and was so adept at it.

He used his sword to block the attacks of the two men. The hand holding the Scorching Sun Sword seemed to have its own ideas. He chopped, hooked and stabbed in one go and fought with the two men.

Patrick and Ernest over there also dealt with the killer under the tree and ran towards this side.

"War Spikes!"

One of them changed his expression and suddenly stopped. He threw the sword in his hand and pointed at George who was trapped in the cage with a determined look in his eyes.

Phil Gray was attacked by two people and was struggling to deal with them. When he saw the man using his skills, he hurriedly said that it was not good. The Sun Sword emitted a blazing flame and quickly struck his body. Blood flowed out and he fell to the ground.

But I heard a "ah" sound from behind. When I turned around, I saw a sharp spike as thick as a fist piercing George's chest.

Still not able to defend it.

At this time, Ernest arrived and quickly controlled the remaining person.

"Oh my God, how could this happen?" Patrick looked at George who died in the iron cage in surprise.

The iron cage and spikes were made of divine power, which was now gradually dissipating, and George, with his eyes wide open, fell to the ground because he had no support.

No, why isn’t the expert guarding George here?

Phil Gray had always thought he was hiding in the shadows for protection, but now that his master's life was in danger, why hadn't he appeared?

Ernest sniffed his breath and said, "Dead."

"Well, did our escort fail?" Patrick scratched his head and asked blankly.

Phil Gray turned his eyes to the last person he controlled. The man had a cold look in his eyes, as if he was a robot. Ernest used his divine power to seal his divine power, making him unable to use his skills.

"Who sent you?" asked Phil Gray.

He made no answer, and seemed determined not to speak.

"Judging from the skills they just used, they are the followers of the God of War and Destruction." Ernest said.

"Wait, look at their swords." Patrick picked up the dead man's sword, on which was engraved small words - "The Third Knights of Pune".

"This is a knight order that obeys the royal family of the Pune Kingdom," Ernest added.

"Isn't the princess his mother? Why would someone in the royal family want to kill him?" Patrick wondered.

Just as they were wondering, they saw the captive kick the sword under his feet, which fell into his hand and slashed at them again.

Ernest was quick-witted and swift-handed, and instantly wiped his neck.

"These four people are all at the blessing level. The followers of the God of War and Destruction can be said to be the most inclined towards attack and fighting among all the followers. So it should be understandable that George was killed under our protection..." Patrick said embarrassedly.

"What happened?"

The two leaders of Dalie came down and looked at the messy scene in surprise.

"Is this how you ensure the safety of passengers? You only come after people have died?" Patrick complained.

"This..." The two responsible persons looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

The couple with the child boarded the train with lingering fear.

"Okay, let's go." Phil Gray looked unhappy and walked towards Dalie.

The two responsible persons went to clean up the bodies. "Oh, why is this trip so unlucky? First, the blue crystals were inexplicably exhausted, and now another passenger was killed."

"Should we preserve this scene and notify the people of the Life Church?"

"Okay, I'll inform you right away."

Ernest signaled to Patrick and ran forward, "Cousin, are you okay?"

"No." Phil Gray shook his head.

After getting on the train and returning to his compartment, Eli was talking to the servant. Seeing them, he asked, "George was killed outside?"

They had just seen that scene through the window, but the battle was so fast that they didn't have time to get off the train, and only George's body was left.

"Yes."

"What a misfortune!" Eli exclaimed loudly.

But there was no frustrated expression on his face. He closed the door of the compartment and wrote on the table in a low voice, "Don't worry, we found the clue."

"What?" Phil Gray gave him a questioning look.

Eli pulled out a small slip of paper and handed it to them.

It read, "Everything is going as planned. The Dark Night Cult will gather at Lunxi Port."

The servant nodded and whispered, "It's his handwriting."