I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Fortunately, not long after, the light of morning sun shone into the house, and the creaking sound of a door opening and footsteps on the stairs were heard on the floor, and a few noisy shouts were heard outside.

The whole of London Harbor woke up again.

They breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's all go back and get some sleep." Eli stretched lazily, "We might have the same dream again tonight, so we have to conserve our energy."

Phil Gray walked out the door and saw several hotel guests who were tiredly ordering breakfast. After politely greeting them, he asked hesitantly, "Hello, did you dream about anything last night?"

"Are you talking about that strange dream?" one of the guests asked with a disgusted look, "You should have just arrived in Lunxi Port, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's why I don't understand." He took the bread handed to him by the waiter. "I think I've had this dream since two or three days ago. Every night in my dream, everyone is forced to gather at the port of Lunxi and be slaughtered by the undead spirits coming down from the ship. Yesterday it was a skeleton, and what was it the day before yesterday?"

The female guest next to him complained, "It was a vampire. I still remember the one that bit me. It had a hideous face and was not as handsome and charming as in the story."

"Does the Dark Night Church know about this?"

"I see. They sent a priest to investigate the cause yesterday. But besides the fact that the residents here have strange dreams, there is another matter under investigation in London Harbor," he said in a low voice.

"whats the matter?"

"It is said that 70 to 80 girls have disappeared here in the past month, and the reason has not been found out yet. A few days ago, such a dream appeared again. Bishop Eugene, who is in charge of Lunxi Port, is almost dying of anxiety."

The male guest looked at his female companion and said, "You should leave as soon as possible, in case you encounter any danger..."

"No, I'm not an ordinary person." She winked mischievously and walked away with a smile.

Phil Gray felt a little uneasy, knowing that things here might be much more complicated than they imagined.

But this didn't seem to be their business, and George would be escorted away in two or three days, so they hoped everything would go well.

"Oh, Mr. Kane, what are you doing here? Have you had breakfast?" A familiar voice appeared in my ears.

Phil Gray saw George and a few others about to leave the tavern. He looked in good spirits and looked energetic, not at all tired.

Is it because I’m mentally strong or because I didn’t have that dream?

"No, I'm ordering breakfast." Phil Gray smiled.

"Oh, excuse me! Sorry sir!"

The accident happened at this moment.

The waiter carrying milk and cake nearly fell over and spilled the food on a page behind George.

The waiter hurriedly apologized sincerely and helped the waiter clean up the stain on his body.

"Oh my God, that's terrible. Go change your clothes!" George frowned, but did not make things difficult for the waiter.

"Okay, young master." The servant nodded, and just as he was about to turn around, he stepped on the liquid on the ground and was about to fall to the ground. He tried hard to control his slipping feet, but it made his body tilt further.

There was a crisp sound!

This was even worse. Not only did he fall down, he also knocked over the porcelain vase placed at the entrance of the hotel.

George looked at him with dissatisfaction, "It's really rare that the gods would favor someone like you. You don't have to follow us today."

"Yeah, you are so unlucky today. You have fallen so many times. If you follow the young master out, won't you embarrass him?" Another servant behind George laughed.

Bad luck? Phil Gray looked at the fallen attendant. His face was indeed covered with scratches, as if he had been beaten. Wait, why was there a small wound on his left cheek?

If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell from the bruises on his face, but it clearly looked like he had been scratched by a thin line or a sharp blade.

Could it be the trace of the Flying Blade of Destiny?

Could it be him last night? The effect of the Fate Blade hasn't worn off yet?

Phil Gray became nervous as he watched the man awkwardly stand up, apologize to George, and then hurried upstairs without ever looking at him.

"What's wrong, Mr. Kane?"

"Nothing. Is it dangerous for you to go out like this?" Phil Gray retracted his gaze and looked at George who was looking angry in front of him.

He relaxed his brows and said, "It's okay. My other servants are all very skilled. Of course, that unlucky guy may not have slept well last night. Please don't mind."

"Please be safe."

"Okay." George turned away.

Could this George have something to do with the disappearance of these girls? Was the attendant the same person from last night? What was their purpose?

Seeing that his figure was about to leave his sight, Phil Gray finally couldn't help but use the "Eye of Destiny".

The river of fate flows slowly, and a scene appears clearly in front of Phil Gray's eyes.

The location is a magnificent royal palace with walls covered with exquisite murals and carvings, hanging golden chandeliers, and natural and elegant decorations.

Looking at the figure in the scene again, he is sitting on the throne and is about to put the crown on his head.

That's obviously George!

How could he become king? The king of Pune Kingdom has his own son, and George is just an illegitimate son of the princess.

Before he could think more, he saw George put on the crown, turned his head behind him and clapped his hands.

what is that?

The thing behind him walked out. It was a huge monster, and looked very scary. It had a pair of red eyes on its face, and evil light flashed in its eyes. Its sharp teeth dripped black saliva, and it seemed to be roaring from its mouth. There were many horrible patterns engraved on its rough skin, which made people feel scared and depressed.

Just a glance across the long river of fate was enough to shock Phil Gray.

George in the scene was laughing, but looking down at his feet, the magnificent palace was covered with blood and bones.

“Is this a scene from the future?”

The scene stopped abruptly, and he looked a little dazed, until the voice he hadn't heard for a long time appeared in his mind, "Save the fate of this kingdom, change its future—"

Is this the motto of the God of Destiny?

How come it is so easy to understand this time, but how to save the fate of a kingdom?

He originally just wanted to find out what George was going to do, but who would have thought that he would see him becoming king in the future.

Although it is not known whether George is related to these events in Lunxi Port, the blood and bones under his feet also prove that he definitely has some conspiracy.

With a frown on his face, he called several other companions and told them about the servant's strange behavior and the information he saw with the Eye of Destiny.

"We're not sure if it was George's servant who fought with you last night. If so, he should be able to recognize you and tell George that you saw him," Eli said.

"I think it was George who did it. He loves beautiful women so much, it's not surprising that he let his men kidnap so many girls." Patrick said with a smile.

“Then there’s no need to kidnap seventy or eighty of them, right?” Eli’s mouth twitched.

"And he might be planning a rebellion. His identity is not legitimate, and if he wants to become king, he will definitely resort to some sinister means. The bones and blood might be those of people he killed for resisting, but I've never heard of the monster you described." Eli shook his head again.