I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

After waiting for a long time, Patrick finally came with a can of fried fish. He looked listless, as if he had lost his life due to the torture of queuing.

"I don't want to eat anymore, cousin. You guys eat first." He squatted in the corner and let out a long sigh.

"Haha, let's go back and eat."

Back at the hotel, the efficient owner had already replaced the tables and chairs with new ones.

They ordered a random dinner.

"How's it going, is there any movement from George?" Phil Gray asked in a low voice.

"He came down several more times, but did not go out, and his face was always gloomy, as if he was worried about something. His servants also came back, but did not catch up with the young man." Ernest replied.

Phil Gray put down his knife and fork, "What the Saint said today must have made him feel guilty. Although I don't know what he is planning, he will definitely take some action recently.

Let's take turns monitoring his movements at night to find out what he is doing and whether the disappearance of those dozens of girls is related to him."

"Okay, since I'll be bullied by the undead if I sleep at night anyway, I might as well not sleep." Patrick smiled and opened the fried fish in the can, looking at Ernest, "Try it now. I spent all my energy queuing up to buy this fish. If it doesn't taste good, I'll cut off George's head."

After saying this, he seemed to realize something, ruffled his fluffy red hair, and said nothing.

"Have you heard that apart from the God of Fate and the Son of Night, which other god will no longer descend on the world of Were?" asked Phil Gray.

"No, I only know that our Church of Destiny has declined, while other churches are developing better and better." Patrick shook his head.

"Well, I know nothing about other gods except the God of Life and the God of Death." Eli also shook his head.

Phil Gray glanced at him lightly, wondering why Eli knew about the God of Death. At that time, he was also very familiar with the mark of the Cult of the Dawn, and knew how the people of the Cult of the Dead used lifeless undead to deal with the mark of the sun.

"I suspect the disappearance of the Son of Night is related to the Goddess of Dreams." Ernest said hesitantly.

"What do you mean?"

"The Dream God Cult suddenly rose a thousand years ago. It was originally just a small church with few believers, but it later became one of the main religions in the East Continent. The time point a thousand years ago was exactly when the Son of Night disappeared."

"But isn't the Goddess of Dreams a subordinate deity of the Son of Night? After the Son of Night no longer descends, it is not surprising that his followers turn to the Goddess of Dreams, right?" Patrick asked.

"But for God, His church represents His face, and the faith of believers can also affect Their divine power and authority. How could the Son of Night, who is the main God, allow the church of the Goddess of Dreams from God to surpass His church? Unless He has no ability to interfere in the human world anymore." Ernest said in a heavy tone.

"Besides that, after I duelled with the man who harmed me, I found a yellowed note in his space. It should be hundreds of years old. It said: Help the goddess and replace the night!"

"What?" Surprise flashed in the eyes of others.

"That is to say, the decline of the Sons of Night and the Church of Night may indeed be caused by the Goddess of Dreams and the Cult of Dreams." Phil Gray said slowly. He looked at the people who were equally shocked. "If it is for the purpose of gaining the believers and authority of the Lord God, then the subordinate god of the God of Destiny..."

“No, the God of Destiny has only one subordinate god, the Goddess of Luck. Although everyone hopes to be luckier, the only gods they believe in are gamblers.

So He doesn't even have a formal church, only a faith group called the Cult of Fortune, which has not shown any signs of rising in recent years, and has helped us when other churches threatened the Cult of Destiny. "Patrick shook his head.

"The affairs of the gods are too far away. Who can know whether the Son of Night is playing around, or has made some agreement with the Goddess of Dreams? And your God of Destiny is just too tired and fell asleep? We know nothing about what happens in their kingdom of God." Eli smiled.

The others nodded in agreement.

Only Phil Gray was still eager to know what had happened between these gods and what was going on with his own time travel.

But I'm afraid we won't be able to know the truth for a while.

Oh, he still had that book. He thought of the book "Spiritual Anecdotes". He only read the beginning of it on the list that day.

It was already late at night after discussing how to monitor George.

After returning to the room, he opened the book again.

The book begins with a passage that reads, "If you see this book, you should thank a certain god for his kindness. He allowed people to record and spread their stories, but not all gods are willing for believers to know their stories, their meanness and ugliness, and their weakness and confusion like humans."

Could an omniscient and omnipotent God be as weak as humans? Who was the God who allowed this book to be circulated?

Phil Gray frowned. He really didn't understand what was said. He had been thinking about it in the car that day.

But I really want to know which believer wrote this book, using such derogatory words to describe God, yet there is no information about the author on the front or back cover.

He turned to the next page and said, "Now I will first give a detailed introduction to the existing gods in the Weir world..."

Existing gods? What does that mean? Could it be that some gods no longer exist? Phil Gray was shocked.

He looked carefully at the introductions to the gods, starting from the six main gods, life, death... and so on. There were only five, and the Son of Night was not on the list.

Phil Gray felt as if he had discovered some great secret. If existing meant being alive, then could it be that the Son of the Night had already fallen?

So it's not up there? So it hasn't been there since thousands of years ago?

Not knowing whether what the book said was true or not, Phil Gray frowned and continued reading.

The next many pages are introductions to the subordinate gods. There are so many of them that it would be impossible to finish reading them all in a short time.

Phil Gray yawned and felt himself getting more and more sleepy until he heard Patrick calling him softly outside the door.

He opened the door and said, "Cousin, I just saw George and his men go out, and Eli and Ernest followed behind them. Let's go and check it out!"

"Okay." Phil Gray and Patrick quickly ran out of the hotel.

"That direction!"

As expected, from a distance, we could see George and his attendants walking in a hurry, while Eli and Ernest were following them tiptoeing behind.

"Let's stay away and don't let him find us." Phil Gray whispered.

In this way, the four of them followed George to the bank of the Lunci River, one after another.

George stopped there, motionless.

Then a small boat swam over and George and his servants got on the boat.