I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

So, was the George death a fake?

Was all this a plan he had already arranged?

No wonder the master hiding beside him did not show up.

"Where did you find it?"

“Under the coffee cup.” Eli reached out and wrote on the table.

Phil Gray pondered and whispered, "We can't confirm whether it's true or not for now. We can only go to the Dark Night Cult and take a look."

Patrick made a "Pah" sound and muttered, "Who is this guy? He didn't even tell us. If he has such a strong mind, why does he need our protection?"

"Shh..." Phil Gray signaled him to be quiet. There might be a hidden killer in the carriage.

However, those who were chasing George never thought that they would be from the royal palace of the Pune Kingdom. Why?

"None of this has anything to do with us. George is dead, so what? Now that we're on the train to the Dark Night Parish, we might as well treat it as a trip. I'm curious about what that place looks like. What do you think?" Eli yawned and said lazily.

"Ah."

Everyone nodded.

"Master George, how could you die, wuwuwu..." Although the servant knew that this might be a plan, he still cried out loudly when he saw the corpse brought up by the two big leaders.

"We are very sorry for this accident. The knights of the Church of Life cannot make it in time right now, and the blue crystal that Dalie needs has already been delivered. The journeys of many passengers cannot be delayed. We can only temporarily store the bodies in Dalie's storage space and hand them over to the Church of Life on our return journey. Please forgive us!" The person in charge looked at them apologetically and bowed.

"Sure." Phil Gray and others had no problem with it.

The servant carried George's body, which might be fake, to Dalie's storage space.

As night fell, the great train on the wasteland finally started to move slowly.

Under the glow of the starry night, the passengers were all a little tired and looking forward to arriving as soon as possible.

There were no accidents this time, but when they got off the bus at the Dark Night Cult area, they heard the person in charge and the servant arguing.

"What's the matter?" Patrick asked.

"The master's body is missing!" the servant cried.

"We didn't expect this to happen. Who would steal a corpse? Oh, this trip is really unlucky." The person in charge said distressedly, and then looked at them, "It's time to go back. You guys come with me. I have to report to the headquarters and the Life Church and investigate who dared to attack Dalie."

"Well...you should go back with them. We still have some things to do in the Dark Night Cult." Phil Gray looked at the servant. "Someone has to prove it over there. You are the best candidate."

"Okay." The servant nodded. He was an ordinary person. If Young Master George was really in the Dark Night Cult, these gods' favored ones were more capable of protecting him than himself, and he was more suitable to confuse those killers.

"Wuwuwu, Master, let's go back and seek justice for you—"

The people who stole George's body must be the ones who were chasing him, and George must have hoped to confuse and get rid of them.

Watching the large column gradually go away, Phil Gray looked around the environment of the Dark Night Parish.

The Church of Darkness was once one of the churches of the six main gods like the Church of Fate, but it declined earlier than the Church of Fate, and the many cities it once controlled were incorporated into the scope of other churches, leaving only this diocese.

But this diocese is still very large, the size of two or three khal cities, or it can be said to be a large city, which is uniformly governed by the Cult of Darkness.

According to the map, the Dark Night Parish was roughly a circle, with Port Lunci on the outermost circle. They hired a carriage and drove towards Port Lunci.

Recalling the information we learned before, the Dark Night Cult believes in Monbu, the Son of Night, who is in the form of a little boy. At night, he will pour a cloth bag full of stars onto the sky, then transform into the moon and play with the stars.

Therefore, most of the buildings here are black, and the roofs of the buildings have the symbols of the moon or stars, forming a unique architectural style. Coupled with the atmosphere of the Dark Night Parish, many people come here to visit.

They arrived at the port of Lunxi, but what troubled them was that the port was quite large, with many shops and hotels, and large and small ships docked. Even in the evening, there was still a constant stream of people coming and going.

"He didn't tell us the exact location. Where can we find him?" Patrick asked in confusion, looking at the sparkling Lunci River.

"Let's walk around, he should be able to see us," said Phil Gray as he started walking around.

"Please follow me!" After a moment, someone walked up to them. He was wearing black clothes and was inconspicuous against the background.

"Did Master George send you?" asked Phil Gray.

"Yes."

The man nodded and motioned for them to follow.

They followed him to the inn closest to the river, "The master is inside."

After going up to the third floor and pushing open the carved wooden door, I saw George sitting on the sofa with a blonde woman in his arms, and there was wine and delicious food on the table.

Seeing Phil Gray and others coming in, he said with a smile:

“I’m so sorry, but this is the best way I can think of to get rid of them. Otherwise, they will chase me like ants.

I know a few who are very capable and they are no match for me, but the thought of having to deal with them all the time is exhausting."

He shook the wine glass in his hand and said with some emotion.

"Are those who are chasing you from the Third Knights of Puna?" asked Phil Gray.

"Ah, yes, but this is my secret. You just need to protect my safety. But I have some people here too. If I can't win, I'll ask for more." George clapped his hands, and five or six people in black clothes appeared behind him.

They all have fluctuations of divine power and are all favored by gods, but it is impossible to tell which god they are favored by.

"Then we set off from here tomorrow?" Phil Gray asked again.

"Oh, the scenery here is beautiful, isn't it? Why don't you rest here for a few days? Well...mainly, I still have some things to do here, which may take three or four days." George said with a smile.

"We have no objection. It's up to you."

George arranged a room for them with windows facing the river. They could see the view of the harbor through the glass, which made them quite satisfied.

"We were worried about whether he was dead or not, but here he was, hugging a beautiful woman and drinking fine wine." Patrick was almost laughing out of anger.

"He has people around him to protect him, so he may think he doesn't need us. After all, we were hired by the Life Church to be imposed on him."

Phil Gray smiled and shook his head.

"Whatever. Anyway, if we follow him to the destination, we will have completed the mission and can get the reward of 1000 gold coins." Eli said as he admired the scenery outside.

As the night deepened, the entire port area fell into sleep.

A thin mist spread over the river, and a small boat sailed towards the shore from the vague distance.

It's so quiet here that you can even hear your breathing.

"Where am I?" Phil Gray looked at the ship that was getting closer and closer, as if he saw a monster approaching, and a feeling of panic and depression spread in his heart.

Didn't he just fall asleep?