I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Damn it! Where did you teleport the Pope?" Valk Dodd cursed angrily.

He raised his sword and slashed at Wilde's body in anger, but Wilde did not dodge but instead faced the sword forward. Strangely, no blood flowed.

Walker Dodd was a little surprised.

And Wilder stared at him, "I'll remember you!"

His body fell to the ground, and the moment it touched the ground, he turned into a rotten corpse.

No matter how hard Valk Dodd hacked at the rotten corpse, there was no reaction.

"Dead?" Valk Dodd narrowed his eyes. The Death Channel of the Church of the Dead did require the sacrifice of a life to be activated, but those who believed in the God of Death would inevitably have other means of resurrection.

Thinking of this, he called a few knights and said, "Take his body back to the Church."

"Yes!"

Phil Gray's consciousness was blurred for a moment, and when he regained consciousness, it was dark all around.

He felt that the inside of the magic circle was very cold, but it was not the kind of cold in the physical sense.

It's the kind of coldness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and seeps through the soul.

Is this supposed to be the breath of death?

Phil Gray thought, he didn't know if Wilder could escape, what did his last words "life is the guide" mean, was he trying to save himself...

Before Phil Gray could think too much, his consciousness became blurred again and he fell into a coma.

"Listen to the whispers of fate..."

"Listen to the teachings of the dead..."

"Listen to the whispers of fate..."

Two different voices intertwined in his mind, and his mind was confused, until finally the low and gloomy voice became weaker and weaker, and only one sentence remained in his mind, echoing continuously.

"Listen to the whispers of fate..."

The words became louder and louder, making his head buzz.

"Okay, okay, just listen!"

He sat up suddenly and found a big face looking at him.

There was still a simple smile on his face.

But it gave him a fright.

"Ah, who are you?" asked Phil Gray.

He looked around again. It was a small room that could barely accommodate the bed he was lying on and the chair the person in front of him was sitting on.

The house was still a bit dilapidated and the lights were dim. You could see something like a candle standing in the corner, emitting a dim glow.

He was a little uncomfortable with the luxurious palace of the Vatican, as he was used to it.

"Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Barry!" Barry smiled silly and reached out to shake his hand.

"Oh, hello, my name is..." Phil Gray paused, he couldn't reveal his real name.

After thinking for a moment he said, "My name is Kane."

I'm sorry, my dear servant, but I'll just borrow your name.

"Hello Kane, how old are you this year?" Barry asked again.

But the tone seems a bit childish, just like a little kid.

Phil Gray looked at him puzzled.

"23."

"Okay, okay, Barry is 20 years old now. Can Barry call you brother?"

This guy can't be a fool, right?

Before Phil Gray could answer, he heard an old woman's voice shouting, "Barry, stop making trouble, please ask the guests to come over, I have something to say."

"Okay." Barry nodded aggrievedly.

It turned out that this room was connected to another room. After pushing open the door, I entered a slightly larger room. On the east side of the room was a stove and a shabby cabinet, and on the west side was a bed with an old woman sitting on it.

The old woman smiled kindly, "My son had a head injury when he was a child, so he's a little stupid. Please don't mind."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. Where is this place? Why am I here?"

"My silly son was out for a stroll and saw you lying at the door of my house, so he carried you back. Judging from your clothes and behavior, you must be a noble, right?"

"Yeah." Phil Gray looked at his attire, the Pope's luxurious robe and silver jewel-studded hair crown.

This is too conspicuous.

"I was once a very prominent noble, but I was betrayed by other members of my family and my property was embezzled by them. Now I am penniless and homeless. I wandered around in despair. In the end, I didn't even know where I was. I fainted from exhaustion."

Phil Gray said sadly, hiding part of his truth.

The old woman sighed.

"What a poor child! This is the lower city of Kao City, or what you nobles call the slums."

Kayo City?

The headquarters of the Holy See, which is also where he lives, is the city of Noth. This city of Chao is a city far away from Noth. Although it is also within the diocese of the Church of Destiny, this city is close to the border of the diocese.

Wilder's teleportation is so powerful.

However, the bishop and the knight commander have now taken control of the Holy See. If they use the power of the Holy See, it will only be a matter of time before they find me.

Now, however, the problem of hiding and living should be solved.

"I have nowhere to go right now. I wonder if you could take me in for a while?" Phil Gray asked sincerely.

He is unfamiliar with this place and currently can only rely on these two kind people.

"No problem." The old woman smiled, "It's just that my place is too poor, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"It's okay, thank you for your kindness!" Phil Gray thanked.

"Great, great! I can play with you if you live in my house!" Barry clapped happily beside him.

Phil Gray looked at his clothes that didn't fit in with the room and asked, "Do you have any extra clothes? I'm too conspicuous."

"Yes, Barry, go and get the clothes I sewed for you a few days ago. My lower body is paralyzed and I can't move. I can only rely on my silly son." After the old woman gave instructions to her silly son, she explained to Phil Gray.

Barry nodded and took out a piece of brown coarse cloth from under the bed in the inner room.

"Here, Brother Kane, Barry is giving you new clothes!"

Phil Gray almost didn't react, and then he remembered that Kane was indeed his alias.

"thank you all."

One is paralyzed and the other has an intellectual disability.

Yet they were able to take in a stranger like him and gave him clothes which were extremely valuable to a poor person. Phil Gray was moved by the kindness of the mother and son.

He went into the inner room and changed into coarse clothes. He put away his luxurious clothes and stuffed them under the bed. He planned to find time to burn them tomorrow. The Pope's clothes must not be exposed.

As for the crown, we have to find a chance to bury it, and then ask someone to dig it out when we can return to the Vatican.

He lived in the inner room, while Barry set up a few wooden boards in the outer room to make a bed and lived with his mother.

It was almost dawn when everything was packed up. After a day of twists and turns, Phil Gray lay down on the bed tiredly and soon fell into a deep sleep.