I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

On the coast is a prosperous shipping port, facing the vast South China Sea, a sea whose end no one has ever seen.

They came to the nearest dock, and according to the hound's tracking, those people left from this dock.

They dismounted, and Viscount Ward took out some tobacco again. "Since they have already fled back to the island, we should not rush. Let's take a rest first."

Although Phil Gray was worried about Patrick, he was indeed a little tired. Some of the knights brought by Viscount Ward were ordinary people and needed more rest.

And if they left on their own, where could they find any trace of that group of people on the vast ocean or the vast Malu Island?

"It's okay, that guy should be able to protect himself." Eli looked at the endless sea in front of him and comforted Phil Gray.

"Oh, don't worry. If your companion has been killed, it's too late now. But if he is still alive, I believe he can live until tomorrow." Viscount Ward chuckled and blew out a smoke ring.

His knights had already arranged an inn at the pier.

"With so many of us, we need a big boat."

At dinner time, Viscount Ward wiped his mouth and acted like an aristocrat, while in front of him stood the official of the Puna Kingdom who was in charge of operating the dock.

After all, this coast still belongs to the Puna Kingdom, and it is precisely because of the control of this most convenient port for entering the Western Continent from the South China Sea that the Puna Kingdom can have an advantage in maritime transportation resources and create nearly one-tenth of the empire's income.

"Well, you know, these ships are booked in advance, and these days are the peak season for fishing. Where can I get such a large ship just for you?" The person in charge smiled, with an embarrassed look on his fat face.

"Do you go fishing in the winter?" Viscount Ward asked fiercely, his pale face looking a little hideous.

"Ah, isn't spring coming soon? We will have to stay at sea for a while, so now is a good time to set off." The person in charge smiled and wanted to pull out a chair and sit down.

Unexpectedly, Viscount Ward slammed the table and said, "Then you still let those people from Malu Island leave?"

"They have their own boats, and how would I know who they are? There are so many people coming and going at this dock every day. As long as we pay enough money, why would we care who they are? Hasn't this been a tacit understanding since the port was established for hundreds of years?" The person in charge looked aggrieved.

"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me whether you have a ship. Although I cannot interfere in the affairs of this port, it will not be difficult to replace you, a small dock manager, with the crime of obstructing my pursuit of fugitives." Viscount Ward threatened.

"Oh, what are you doing... okay, I heard that there will be a large passenger ship from the Commercial Church heading to Malu Island early this morning. It should be enough for a group of you like me. I'm sorry to trouble you then..." the person in charge said hesitantly.

"Hmph, let's arrange it this way." Viscount Ward took out some tobacco and started chewing it, looking a little irritable.

During the few hours at the dock, Phil Gray and Eli rested and bought some necessities and changes of clothes. After all, they were going to the island and didn't know how long they would have to sail on the sea.

The stars are hanging in the night sky, and the sea is sparkling at night.

A large passenger ship docked at the shore.

The passenger ship had three floors and had the logo of the Commercial Church on it. It looked like the ship they were waiting for.

Waiting at the dock were not only Viscount Ward, Phil Gray and others, but also some nobles carrying luggage and other people dressed in religious attire.

"This is the Gold Coin No. 3 passenger ship. It is said that there are various resources stored on the ship. As long as you bring money, you can buy anything."

"As expected of a passenger ship of the Commercial Church."

There were several nobles in black suits talking around.

Viscount Ward and his knights looked at the ship, wondering what they were thinking.

Once on board, the other passengers seemed to be deliberately avoiding the Viscount and his knight, who looked like they were not easy to mess with.

Phil Gray and Eli went to the restaurant on the second floor. As music sounded from somewhere, the ship slowly set sail.

"How long does it take to get to Malu Island?"

Phil Gray asked as the waiter on the ship brought them a midnight snack.

"Dear guest, our church's ships are powered by the purest blue crystal. It only takes six days to reach Malu Island." The waiter replied politely.

"Okay, thank you." Phil Gray handed him a silver coin.

Eli looked out the window at the dark sea. "Patrick said last time that he wanted to go sailing. Now it's good."

"If those people really killed Patrick, I will never let them go." Phil Gray frowned and put down the water glass in his hand heavily.

"of course."

The atmosphere became silent and they returned to their respective rooms.

After several days of running around and worrying about his companions, Phil Gray fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Phil Gray was floating on the sea in a small boat, and he was the only one there.

At first he didn't realize that he was dreaming, he just mechanically held the fishing rod and kept fishing from the sea.

I pulled the fishing line several times, but no fish was caught.

"Damn it, why are there no fish? Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I'm going to be out in the open!" An extremely angry voice came out of his mouth.

Phil Gray suddenly realized, what was he talking about?

The fishing rod in my hand suddenly moved, as if it had hooked something!

His mood became cheerful, and he pulled hard, but was dumbfounded when he saw what he caught.

That's not a fish, it's clearly a hideous head.

The fishhook was stuck in the eye socket of the head.

The shock made him panic, and at this time the waves rolled up, the small boat was simply vulnerable in the waves, and Phil Gray was directly submerged by the sea.

Phil Gray's mind cleared up and he instantly realized that he was dreaming.

Is this another trick of the Dream Cult?

The sea water kept pouring into his mouth and nose, and he kept telling himself to wake up quickly, otherwise he would suffocate to death.

At this moment, he heard an ethereal and low voice in his ear, "Explore the truth of death and bury the lost souls."