I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Ernest hugged the girl in front of him, the girl who was related to him by blood and whom he had missed for many days and nights of wandering, in front of his mother's favorite flowers and in front of his tearful father.

Everything in the past is over, and they should cherish their current loved ones.

“Brother, I didn’t expect that I would have a brother.” The girl sniffed and winked playfully, “You won’t bully me like Brother George, right?”

"Of course, he is not your brother, and he will not be able to bully you in the future." Ernest wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile.

The Duke of Surrey smiled with relief. Ernest had just recognized him and told him about his experiences over the years. The suffering and hardships made his son a tough knight.

This night was a sleepless night. There was a howling cold wind outside, but the room was filled with the warmest family love.

"Ahem!" The little boy sneezed. He had just completed the task assigned by his older brother and placed a note at the door of the Duke's Mansion.

Now, he can go back and collect his reward!

Two silver coins were enough for him to buy two months' worth of medicine for his mother.

He laughed as he ran. The wind was strong and his face and hands were red from the cold.

When he arrived at the entrance of the abandoned alley, he was stunned when he didn't see the big brother who was supposed to be waiting for him.

Has the child been deceived again?

I couldn't stop feeling sad, and for a moment my mood was colder than the howling wind.

……

The light of dawn had penetrated the night, and Phil Gray knocked on Eli's door with some concern.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like you didn't sleep well?" Eli handed over a cup of hot tea.

"Patrick didn't come back last night." Phil Gray said worriedly.

"Didn't we inquire yesterday? The Duke's Mansion is not far from here. How could that guy get lost in such a short distance?" Eli laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"Oh, I hope he is going to fulfill God's motto and nothing else happens." Phil Gray sighed, and the steam from the tea warmed his cold face a little.

"The owner said that this is tea that has just been shipped from Malu Island. It's much healthier than coffee, but it's also much more expensive." Eli took a sip.

"Hmm." Phil Gray nodded absentmindedly, feeling that the taste was far different from that on Earth.

Time passed by minute by minute, the whole morning passed, but Patrick still didn't come back.

Eli stood up and said, "Maybe this guy is being treated well by the knights in the Duke's Palace?"

"Let's go take a look." Phil Gray put on his coat and went downstairs with Eli.

The streets were noisy and the king's guards were scattered in every corner, seemingly looking for something.

"No, let's go over there and have a look..."

"Ouch, don't break my stuff!" The lady boss of the baked bread shop looked angrily at the guards who were coming in and out to search.

"What's wrong?" Phil Gray lifted up the small stool in front of her stall.

"I heard that a group of merchants from Malu Island came a few days ago. They sold a lot of tobacco and tea in the capital, and many nobles also bought them. But later they found out that those were all fake!"

The proprietress spoke vividly and described in detail how Viscount Ward, who was obsessed with tobacco, was furious when he found out that the tobacco was fake.

"Now these people have fled overnight, so they can't find anyone."

Eli's eyes were wandering and he could hardly keep the smile on his face. He thought of the box of tobacco in the space stone and the tea sold by the innkeeper in the morning.

It seems necessary to understand plants other than flowers.

He quickened his pace unconsciously, as if he didn't want to face the fact that he had been deceived.

Phil Gray smiled and shook his head behind him, trotting after him.

After passing a few streets, we arrived at the Duke's Palace.

At the door, I saw Ernest and a girl in a dress.

"Boss, Eli?" Ernest saw them and waved at them with a smile.

The knight has returned to his original appearance and seems to be much more cheerful.

"Hey, who is this beautiful lady?"

Eli asked, grinning.

"My sister, Simona," Ernest introduced.

Phil Gray also politely introduced their identities, and then asked, "Have you seen Patrick?"

Ernest looked a little surprised. "I didn't see him in person, but he left me a note telling me the hotel where you were staying. I was planning to look for you this afternoon."

"I asked Patrick to come see you last night, but it's been so long and he hasn't returned to the hotel yet," said Phil Gray.

If this cousin wants to do something, he will definitely tell me and will not disappear without a word.

But he left a note, so it should be okay, right?

For a moment, they were unable to determine Patrick's whereabouts, so they entered the Duke's Palace and chatted with the Duke of Surrey for a while.

He said that Princess Suni couldn't accept the blow after waking up and threatened to take revenge on them, so she was locked up by the king.

As they continued to talk about other news about the Kingdom of Pune, a servant came in and whispered a few words to the Duke.

"What's the matter, father?" Simona brought up a plate of pastries. "I made this myself. Brother and your friends, please have a taste."

Ernest stroked her smooth hair.

"Thank you." Phil Gray thanked him.

But the Duke ordered the servant, "Call him in."

The servant nodded, bowed and left.

"He said there was a little boy kneeling at the door, asking to see me. He looked pitiful, and I didn't know what the matter was." The Duke of Surrey didn't feel that he had any connection with a poor little boy.

The little boy came in, ragged, and he knelt down in front of the Duke of Surrey, crying, "My Lord, please, can you pay me two silver coins for delivering the letter?"

"What?" The Duke of Surrey was confused.

"My mother needs money to buy medicine. The brother promised to pay me, but he is gone. Please, Your Excellency the Duke."

The little boy sobbed.

Ernest seemed to understand something. He took out the paper from his pocket and asked, "Is this the letter you sent?"

"Yes." The little boy nodded and sniffed.

"That brother promised to give you silver coins, but it's gone?" Phil Gray asked with a frown. Patrick is not the kind of person who would lie to children.

The little boy hummed and looked at them eagerly.

"Here, here's the money. I'll ask someone to bring you some food." Simona pulled the little boy up, wiped his face with a clean handkerchief, and finally handed him a purse.

It looks like there are more than two silver coins.

Phil Gray stood up with a serious look on his face. He was worried whether something had happened to Patrick.