I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray sat by the window and watched the sky darken.

The sea was calm at this time without a ripple, and the ship was sailing forward towards the destination full of pirates.

What kind of power makes them appear on the Blacktooth Shark, and how can they leave here?

Find the original truth, but what is the truth?

He leaned back, feeling an unprecedented tiredness, wondering if Patrick was still okay, whether he could hold on until they arrived, or whether his cousin had not left the capital, but was waiting for their return with Ernest.

Rubbing his brows, he wanted to take a break for a while.

Unexpectedly, he slept until the next morning. When Phil Gray looked at the clock on the table, he found that it was already past seven o'clock.

I actually slept for a whole night?

Phil Gray pushed open the door and saw Eli standing at his door. He smiled helplessly, "I actually fell asleep and am still sleeping now."

He felt that he was too careless.

"It's okay. You're really tired these days. What's more, this place is filled with the breath of the dead. There are probably countless ghosts that we can't see. You are the one favored by the God of Death, so of course you will feel very comfortable..." Eli gradually lowered his voice, fearing that others would hear what he said next.

"Really?" Phil Gray was relieved. It turned out that the followers of the God of Death were more adaptable to such an environment. His expression became strange.

After all, he is still the one favored by the Daytime Prophet, so, should he prefer to bask in the sun or enjoy the darkness?

"Oh, by the way, I came to you for something else," Eli said, his face serious, his brows furrowed. "Do you know? The passenger who provided food yesterday, the pastor of the Life Church, is dead!"

"died?"

Phil Gray's heart sank. The Generous Man was the first to die in such an environment. Was it just to steal his food?

As if seeing Phil Gray's doubts, Eli shook his head, "His space stone is still in place, and the food inside is still there, but..."

"what happened?"

"All the flesh on his body was removed, and left there bloody, leaving only a skeleton." Eli said in a low voice, and Phil Gray felt goose bumps.

"Was this done by the passengers or by the undead?" asked Phil Gray.

"I'm not sure." Eli shook his head. "Maybe you could go over and take a look?"

"it is good."

Phil Gray followed Eli and went with him to the cabin where the dead guest had been.

There was a knight standing at the door, probably ordered by Viscount Ward to guard it.

If other passengers knew about this, it would definitely cause panic, but there was no way to hide it.

Phil Gray sighed in his heart and pushed the door open under Eli's gaze.

There was only a single bed and a sofa in the small guest room. Viscount Ward was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, thinking about something.

On the bed was a corpse covered with a white cloth with blood seeping out of it. One could barely make out a human skeleton.

The floor was wiped very clean, it must have been cleaned.

"You'd better not look at it." Viscount Ward's voice was heavy. For the first time, this nobleman who was keen on war felt disgusted by such a tragic death.

Phil Gray put down his hand that was about to take the white cloth. The strong smell of blood filled his nose. "It must be the work of the undead. I don't think there are any suspicious people among the passengers on the bed. Moreover, I heard from Eli that the food in his space stone is all there."

Viscount Ward stood up and said, "Last night, my knights were patrolling the passage. It was definitely not done by the passengers."

"He didn't make a single scream. His flesh was cut off silently, leaving him with a skeleton, just like the human bones we found in the guest room yesterday."

Eli leaned against the door and sighed, "The undead are hiding in the dark. We can't even see them. How can we subdue them?"

Viscount Ward turned around, anger and anxiety hidden in his eyes. "But who can guarantee that we won't be the next ones to have our flesh and blood ripped out? Damn undead, if I could see them, I would let them taste the flavor of my blade."

"The first person the undead attacked was the pastor of the Church of Life. Was it because he offered food yesterday? If that's the case, wouldn't the lady from the Church of Dawn be in danger as well?" Phil Gray speculated.

"Go and call her over. This can't be hidden anyway." Viscount Ward waved his hand and said in a decadent tone.

Phil Gray and Eli went to find the lady from the Church of the Dawn and knocked on her door.

After a long time, she opened the door, looking a little tired, "What's the matter?"

Phil Gray saw that she didn't look well, but fortunately she was not hurt.

He smiled and took out the sun brooch. "Hello, I am also from the Dawn Cult. I have something to tell you."

When he took out the brooch, the lady's eyes lit up and she looked a little excited. "You are also from the Dawn Cult? That's great."

"Yes, our church is the nemesis of the undead. Last night, um, something happened, and the pastor of the Church of Life died. I can see that you don't look very well. Are you also troubled by the undead here?"

Phil Gray said in a gentle tone.

"What? He's dead?" The lady's face showed a look of panic.

Phil Gray suddenly didn't know whether he should tell her the circumstances of the pastor's death, but he still told her the truth. After all, she would know it sooner or later, and she might even be the next one.

The lady's face turned extremely pale, and she covered her mouth. "Oh my God? I didn't expect that the undead would go to him!"

"What undead? Have you seen undead?" Phil Gray and Eli asked at the same time.

"Yes, that undead ghost, he, he was holding a boning knife and wearing a chef's hat, and he appeared in my guest room last night!" said the lady tremblingly.

"and then?"

"I am a Day Prophet of the Blessing level. My divine power can restrain the undead, but my skills are all defensive. I have no means to attack it. I can only hold up a sun shield, and the undead just stared at me." The lady recalled the scene last night and broke into a cold sweat. "He didn't leave until my divine power was almost exhausted."

It turned out that he didn't kill one every night, but that the undead had already come to find this lady. It was only because of her divine power that she did not end up like the Life Priest.

The lady grabbed Phil Gray's arm, her eyes still filled with fear. "Do you think that ghost will come looking for me again? Last night I saw it and it looked like a cook, not scary at all. But who could have thought it would kill people in such a horrible way!"